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I was watching the end of the movie, “Snatch” with Brad Pitt today and remembered something. In Morgan Hill we had a little informal boxing club, my friends and I. We would meet up in Scott’s backyard, get on the gloves and go to town. There was Big John, Heavy hitting Rhett, Mackey the non dairy creamer, not sure if Scott had a nickname and I know I didn’t. We fought each other and I remembered why I liked boxing, besides the basics - good workout, fun, challenging, competition.

I liked boxing because when I got hit hard, in the head I’d hear voices. They seemed like they were just out of reach, just beyond behing able to hear what they were saying. I could just hear murmering in the background as I was coming to. I would see little pinpoints of light as well, sometimes referred to as seeing stars but hearing the voices was neat. It was like waking up in the middle of a dream and trying to remember what the conversation you were having with the man in the moon was about. You have a feeling that the talk was important, but you just can’t recall what it was about.

That’s what I liked about getting hit in the head. I’ll be honest, Rhett was a fucking freight train when it came to hitting. I can see why Scott just ran around the ring instead of going toe to toe with that beast.