Friday, September 22, 2006

Wednesday Night's All Right For Fighting

The stag party the other night had an unusual feature, a scaled-down version of Fight Club. The gloves were on and no punches to the head were allowed so it was relatively tame. Which does not mean to say however that it was not enjoyable. I now regret never having boxed when I was a young fella. But the pain is beginning to sink in. My ribs hurt, not terribly, but enough to prevent strenuous effort for a day or two.