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Rick Farris wrote:More from McCoy . . .

"I don't know why Mexicans make good fighters. I'm not into that. But maybe it's due to their ancestory. You very seldom see a Mexican fighter who isn't agressive, who doesn't have a lot of guts. Maybe the ones who become fighters grow up hard and develop that charactor. That confidence. That ego."


-Jackie McCoy
("In The Corner" by Dave Anderson)

My father was a big fan of Jackie. He had a lot of respect for him as a trainer. He would have liked this quote.

Randy

Randyman wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Scar . . . That was an "average" size El Tpeyac burrito. The "Manuel's Special" Randy describes is more than twice the size of the one in the photo.

Dan, I got this photo off of the internet. It might be hard to tell how big it is from the photo but it is huge. As I mentioned earlier I ate one and one half of these monsters.They do a great job with their guacamole too. Check out the serving.



Randy

Dang!... never had one like, and been there a few times....

For all the Pachucos

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgtpGQlINTU
Pachuco Boogie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HL_qNfe7Guw
"Los Blues"

Don Tosti Su Trio

Parque Teniente Guerrero





Chinese Restaurant around the corner of park. Chicken Chow Mein and Rice. 3 bucks American.



Canyon Jhonson. Main Drag.




Where Maria gets her hair done in Canyon Jhonson


WITH CHIEF PONTIAC ON THE HOOD

I'm backing out of my carport the other day and I crack the plastic casing on my passenger side mirror against the wall. I don't want to go through my insurance because then my rate will go up so I call up the dealership and ask them what the part and the labor is going to run me. Well I was glad I was sitting down.
"300 dollars! For a damn piece of plastic !"
The parts guy on the other end has probably heard reactions like that before. He's probably to the point where he enjoys sticking it to people.
"I need a black one,"I told him.
"Yeah,"said Jesse James."We got plenty of black ones."

I set up an appointment for yesterday and drive into the service area.
"Mr. Esty,did you check to see if we have the part?"asked the rep. All these guys look like if they ain't working at the dealership,they're in some cocktail lounge. Dressed nice with the knit shirts and slacks,but they have skin that says Jim Beam and Camels.
"Yes,he told me yesterday that he has the case in stock."

I sit in the lounge and decide to read my book instead of watching Judge Judy on the TV. Over my shoulder I hear the service rep.
"Mr. Esty, did the parts department tell you that the case only comes in primer gray?"
"The guy said he had black. That's all they come in is black!"
"I'm afraid not Mr. Esty. They all come in primer gray. We'll have to paint it black for you."
"Go ahead then."
"Well if we do that you won't have the car back until Monday afternoon."
"You mean I have to wait four days for you guys to paint that little piece of plasic?"
"We want to make sure we do a good job. You know black shows everything.If you decide to get it painted that will be an extra 100 dollars."
Now I'm pissed.
"Look.You put that thing on there and I'll get someone else to paint it!"

An hour and a half later and 300 bucks lighter I drive my car out of there. I decided to go to the old standby,TJ. There's a jillion guys walking around the park wanting to tint your windows,bang out a bumper,paint your car,or fix the plastic casing on your side mirror.I went to the place I usually go. It's right across the street from the Parque Teniente Guerrero.

The guy sees me before I see him. Even though it's been a while he waves me over.
"Chito,can you paint this casing for me?"
"Of course,"he responds."Flat black or glossy?"
"Glossy."
"Clear coat?"
"Sure."
"Come back in two hours. For you I charge 20 dollars."

I've known Chito for 30 years. He looks the same. He knew my father. When I told him ten years ago that my father had passed away he broke down. My father would always tip Chito and his workers to a 6 pack of Tecates.

I had my book with me so I went across the street to the park,found a sunny bench and read my book. After an hour I got hungry so I went to the Chinese restaurant around the corner. It always strikes me funny to hear a Chinaman speak Spanish. Of course they talk to each other in Chinese ,but always with a few"adioses" and "buenos diases"thrown in.

After eating I went back to Chito's shop. The car was ready. Chito handed me the keys.
"How it look?"he asked.
"Like new amigo."

As I got in the car,I told him of the time I was twenty years old and bought a 58 Pomtiac station wagon with chrome strips on the sides and Chief Pontiac's chrome head on the hood.
"Those days are over for good,"he said.
"Yes they are. We only can remember."
I reached for my wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill.
"Chito. Make sure you and you're helpers have something to drink tonight after work."

As turned onto the street to go back to Canyon Jhonson to pick up my wife,I remembered my father talking to Chito and all his guys.Everybody was always laughing.

dagosd2000 wrote:

Parque Teniente Guerrero





Chinese Restaurant around the corner of park. Chicken Chow Mein and Rice. 3 bucks American.



Canyon Jhonson. Main Drag.




Where Maria gets her hair done in Canyon Jhonson


WITH CHIEF PONTIAC ON THE HOOD

I'm backing out of my carport the other day and I crack the plastic casing on my passenger side mirror against the wall. I don't want to go through my insurance because then my rate will go up so I call up the dealership and ask them what the part and the labor is going to run me. Well I was glad I was sitting down.
"300 dollars! For a damn piece of plastic !"
The parts guy on the other end has probably heard reactions like that before. He's probably to the point where he enjoys sticking it to people.
"I need a black one,"I told him.
"Yeah,"said Jesse James."We got plenty of black ones."

I set up an appointment for yesterday and drive into the service area.
"Mr. Esty,did you check to see if we have the part?"asked the rep. All these guys look like if they ain't working at the dealership,they're in some cocktail lounge. Dressed nice with the knit shirts and slacks,but they have skin that says Jim Beam and Camels.
"Yes,he told me yesterday that he has the case in stock."

I sit in the lounge and decide to read my book instead of watching Judge Judy on the TV. Over my shoulder I hear the service rep.
"Mr. Esty, did the parts department tell you that the case only comes in primer gray?"
"The guy said he had black. That's all they come in is black!"
"I'm afraid not Mr. Esty. They all come in primer gray. We'll have to paint it black for you."
"Go ahead then."
"Well if we do that you won't have the car back until Monday afternoon."
"You mean I have to wait four days for you guys to paint that little piece of plasic?"
"We want to make sure we do a good job. You know black shows everything.If you decide to get it painted that will be an extra 100 dollars."
Now I'm pissed.
"Look.You put that thing on there and I'll get someone else to paint it!"

An hour and a half later and 300 bucks lighter I drive my car out of there. I decided to go to the old standby,TJ. There's a jillion guys walking around the park wanting to tint your windows,bang out a bumper,paint your car,or fix the plastic casing on your side mirror.I went to the place I usually go. It's right across the street from the Parque Teniente Guerrero.

The guy sees me before I see him. Even though it's been a while he waves me over.
"Chito,can you paint this casing for me?"
"Of course,"he responds."Flat black or glossy?"
"Glossy."
"Clear coat?"
"Sure."
"Come back in two hours. For you I charge 20 dollars."

I've known Chito for 30 years. He looks the same. He knew my father. When I told him ten years ago that my father had passed away he broke down. My father would always tip Chito and his workers to a 6 pack of Tecates.

I had my book with me so I went across the street to the park,found a sunny bench and read my book. After an hour I got hungry so I went to the Chinese restaurant around the corner. It always strikes me funny to hear a Chinaman speak Spanish. Of course they talk to each other in Chinese ,but always with a few"adioses" and "buenos diases"thrown in.

After eating I went back to Chito's shop. The car was ready. Chito handed me the keys.
"How it look?"he asked.
"Like new amigo."

As I got in the car,I told him of the time I was twenty years old and bought a 58 Pomtiac station wagon with chrome strips on the sides and Chief Pontiac's chrome head on the hood.
"Those days are over for good,"he said.
"Yes they are. We only can remember."
I reached for my wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill.
"Chito. Make sure you and you're helpers have something to drink tonight after work."

As turned onto the street to go back to Canyon Jhonson to pick up my wife,I remembered my father talking to Chito and all his guys.Everybody was always laughing.

Roger, Canyon Jhonson don't look bad at all, I seen worst places here in the good ol' USA...

Sorry about your car....

Frank
I took kind of a scenic shot. I know. From that photo you could fool a lot of people. I really don't want to get close up and have people watching me take shots of run down houses and broken down cars.They might take it the wrong way. One day we'll go down there. Then you'll see. That photo you put up yesterday is more like Canyon Jhonson. BTW. When it rains like it did last week,Canyon Jhonson(that street)is a wall to wall river. No getting in. No getting out.

I had some spare time today so I took a couple of photos of the Globemaster C-17. Thought you might like to see them. I was using my camera phone so the quality is not that great. This is where I spend my day.

Randy

dagosd2000 wrote:

Parque Teniente Guerrero





Chinese Restaurant around the corner of park. Chicken Chow Mein and Rice. 3 bucks American.



Canyon Jhonson. Main Drag.




Where Maria gets her hair done in Canyon Jhonson


WITH CHIEF PONTIAC ON THE HOOD

I'm backing out of my carport the other day and I crack the plastic casing on my passenger side mirror against the wall. I don't want to go through my insurance because then my rate will go up so I call up the dealership and ask them what the part and the labor is going to run me. Well I was glad I was sitting down.
"300 dollars! For a damn piece of plastic !"
The parts guy on the other end has probably heard reactions like that before. He's probably to the point where he enjoys sticking it to people.
"I need a black one,"I told him.
"Yeah,"said Jesse James."We got plenty of black ones."

I set up an appointment for yesterday and drive into the service area.
"Mr. Esty,did you check to see if we have the part?"asked the rep. All these guys look like if they ain't working at the dealership,they're in some cocktail lounge. Dressed nice with the knit shirts and slacks,but they have skin that says Jim Beam and Camels.
"Yes,he told me yesterday that he has the case in stock."

I sit in the lounge and decide to read my book instead of watching Judge Judy on the TV. Over my shoulder I hear the service rep.
"Mr. Esty, did the parts department tell you that the case only comes in primer gray?"
"The guy said he had black. That's all they come in is black!"
"I'm afraid not Mr. Esty. They all come in primer gray. We'll have to paint it black for you."
"Go ahead then."
"Well if we do that you won't have the car back until Monday afternoon."
"You mean I have to wait four days for you guys to paint that little piece of plasic?"
"We want to make sure we do a good job. You know black shows everything.If you decide to get it painted that will be an extra 100 dollars."
Now I'm pissed.
"Look.You put that thing on there and I'll get someone else to paint it!"

An hour and a half later and 300 bucks lighter I drive my car out of there. I decided to go to the old standby,TJ. There's a jillion guys walking around the park wanting to tint your windows,bang out a bumper,paint your car,or fix the plastic casing on your side mirror.I went to the place I usually go. It's right across the street from the Parque Teniente Guerrero.

The guy sees me before I see him. Even though it's been a while he waves me over.
"Chito,can you paint this casing for me?"
"Of course,"he responds."Flat black or glossy?"
"Glossy."
"Clear coat?"
"Sure."
"Come back in two hours. For you I charge 20 dollars."

I've known Chito for 30 years. He looks the same. He knew my father. When I told him ten years ago that my father had passed away he broke down. My father would always tip Chito and his workers to a 6 pack of Tecates.

I had my book with me so I went across the street to the park,found a sunny bench and read my book. After an hour I got hungry so I went to the Chinese restaurant around the corner. It always strikes me funny to hear a Chinaman speak Spanish. Of course they talk to each other in Chinese ,but always with a few"adioses" and "buenos diases"thrown in.

After eating I went back to Chito's shop. The car was ready. Chito handed me the keys.
"How it look?"he asked.
"Like new amigo."

As I got in the car,I told him of the time I was twenty years old and bought a 58 Pomtiac station wagon with chrome strips on the sides and Chief Pontiac's chrome head on the hood.
"Those days are over for good,"he said.
"Yes they are. We only can remember."
I reached for my wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill.
"Chito. Make sure you and you're helpers have something to drink tonight after work."

As turned onto the street to go back to Canyon Jhonson to pick up my wife,I remembered my father talking to Chito and all his guys.Everybody was always laughing.

I'll bet they drank a toast to you and your dad.

Randy

Randyman wrote:



I had some spare time today so I took a couple of photos of the Globemaster C-17. Thought you might like to see them. I was using my camera phone so the quality is not that great. This is where I spend my day.

Randy

Randy
One of these days I'd like to go with you to the plant with my grandson,Adam. He really would be impressed. So would I.

YOU GOTTA' TAKE MY WORD FOR IT

Frank made an interesting comment when I posted my picture of Canyon Jhonson today. He said it didn't look so bad. After I posted it,I looked at it and said to myself that that scene looked kind of peacefull.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. There's truth in that,but sometimes those words are not always on the mark. Today when I brought my car down to get fixed,I brought my camera. Sometimes I say to myself that I'm going to get some pictures of what it's really like,but I never do. I can't put my camera in the face of misery. People would look at me and wonder what was my purpose. So I write about it.

Today,I wanted to take some pictures of Chito's garage. It's in back of some condemned buildings covered with grafitti. His workers toil in dirt and they looked worn out. Oh,if I'd asked, they would have let me take a picture,but I didn't want my camera probing into what dignity they have left. There could not be an ulterior motive strong enough for that.

Another place is Coahuila Street. A thing from the past that must have been like the Storyville district of New Orleans at the turn of the century. But again I don't show my camera. I can't take a picture of those girls standing along those walls.

Sure,there are plenty of picture takers out there who want to show the world what "the real world"is all about,but most of the world is like that and doesn't want to be reminded. Then the camera hounds go back to their air conditioned rooms and show the world what they've done on the internet.They want to tell the people like them that they've experienced something they haven't. It's easy to find people struggling to survive. It's easy to take a picture.

So I'll just write about it. I'll make up a few names,but you won't see any faces. Those faces I'll leave up to your imaginations.

Randyman wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Scar . . . That was an "average" size El Tpeyac burrito. The "Manuel's Special" Randy describes is more than twice the size of the one in the photo.

Dan, I got this photo off of the internet. It might be hard to tell how big it is from the photo but it is huge. As I mentioned earlier I ate one and one half of these monsters.They do a great job with their guacamole too. Check out the serving.



Randy

Randy, you ate 1 1/2 of these bad boys?? Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scartissue

In boxing, one fight generally leads to another, bigger score



Filipino boxer Nonito Donaire shows his super-flyweight championship belt during a victory parade in Manila last summer. (Junie Doctor / AFP / Getty Images / August 19, 2009)

Rising star Nonito Donaire fights Manuel Vargas on Saturday night, but the nondescript bout is just a means to a potentially more lucrative end: a rematch with Vic Darchinyan. It’s all part of the game in boxing.
By Bill Dwyre

February 13, 2010

Into the Damon Runyon sport of boxing, where personality often trumps punching power, comes a fresh face.

His name is Nonito Donaire, and he is a live wire. He dispenses no one-word grunts, no cliche answers. He loves to talk as much as he loves to hit.

He will defend his WBA interim super-flyweight title, whatever that is, in a 12-rounder Saturday night at the Hilton against Manuel "El Chango" Vargas from Mexico. Vargas wasn't the original warm body scheduled to go. That was Gerson Guerrero, also of Mexico, who actually had a world ranking in one of the alphabet-soup sanctioning bodies that have succeeded in making boxing so confusing to fans that they have been driven, kicking and screaming, to handball or curling.

Guerrero, come to find out, couldn't pass the pre-fight eye exam. So, presto, there was Chango, ready to step in. Bob Arum immediately legitimized the new matchup with the mandatory promoter's quote: "They tell me this Vargas kid is no pushover."

Ah, but are those paying $39.95 for the Top Rank pay-per-view telecast?

Actually, seeing Donaire, a 27-year-old Filipino, on his way up might be worth it. There are eerie resemblances to the path taken to superstardom by that other Filipino fellow, Manny Pacquiao. Donaire even calls the road map he has laid out for the next few years his "Pacquiao blueprint." That includes moving up in weight through several divisions and winning multiple titles.

Saturday night's 115-pound fight is expected to be merely a prelude to the next fight, which often is what the sport is about. In boxing, the grass is always more fertilized on the other side of the street.

This one is all about building some interest for a rematch between Donaire and Vic Darchinyan. In the tiny weight divisions, there are few huge paydays, but Donaire-Darchinyan could be one. The elements are perfect.

Darchinyan, an Armenian headquartered in Australia and fighting mostly in the United States, was the feared champion. His boxing style and his personality made his nickname, "Raging Bull," a perfect fit. So, on July 7, 2007, when he stepped into the ring for a defense of his IBF flyweight title, the "Raging Bull" was a 7-1 favorite against Donaire, who knew in that fight that he was merely "an opponent."

In the fifth round, the "Raging Bull" took a left hand from the "Filipino Flash" and the lights went out. Donaire is now in the driver's seat and an angry Darchinyan is trying to become bullish again.

Donaire sits on the throne and flicks away Darchinyan's harping and verbal attacks as if they were fly specks on his sleeve.

"He is like a little Chihuahua," Donaire says. "He is barking, barking all the time."

Darchinyan turned up the volume this week in an interview with Ray Wheatley in the Australian magazine World of Boxing.

Speaking directly to Donaire in the article, Darchinyan said, "You're a fraud and you are fighting bums. . . . I made you and I will break you."

Donaire has a video loop that runs 24/7 in his gym in San Carlos. It is a replay of the left hook that sent Darchinyan down and out. It is both a reminder of what got him to where he is, and a daily mocking of the once-raging bull.

"The things he says, does are obnoxious," Donaire said.

Donaire said that Darchinyan has a small window -- this year -- to fight him. He said he needs to move up in weight and divisions, and that his body can no longer easily get to these 112- and 115-pound limits. Both promoters, Arum and Darchinyan's Gary Shaw, can clearly hear the cash registers ringing for this one.

Part of the problem in getting this rematch was that Shaw promoted both fighters in the first bout. But shortly after depositing his left hand on Darchinyan's face, Donaire switched to Arum.

Shaw, outraged, said he would never let Darchinyan fight Donaire again because Donaire had been "disloyal." That, of course, introduced an entirely new laughable image to the sport: boxers as boy scouts.

It comes down to the same old basic idea. The noise is out there. Lots of money can be made. The fight will happen.

We even have a suggestion for the fight title: Pipsqueak Power.

[email protected]

Kiki, Does Vic have any chance in a rematch? Slim? Fat? None?

BoxBuzz wrote:Kiki, Does Vic have any chance in a rematch? Slim? Fat? None?

I think he does, he might be a prick, but he is a tough prick....

scartissue wrote:

Randyman wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Scar . . . That was an "average" size El Tpeyac burrito. The "Manuel's Special" Randy describes is more than twice the size of the one in the photo.

Dan, I got this photo off of the internet. It might be hard to tell how big it is from the photo but it is huge. As I mentioned earlier I ate one and one half of these monsters.They do a great job with their guacamole too. Check out the serving.



Randy

Randy, you ate 1 1/2 of these bad boys?? Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Scartissue

I'm hungry, come on Connie get up and get in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20Feq_Nt3nM

Shake Rattle And Roll

Big Joe Turner

dagosd2000 wrote:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20Feq_Nt3nM

Shake Rattle And Roll

Big Joe Turner

Big Joe Turner

kikibalt wrote:

scartissue wrote:

Randyman wrote: Dan, I got this photo off of the internet. It might be hard to tell how big it is from the photo but it is huge. As I mentioned earlier I ate one and one half of these monsters.They do a great job with their guacamole too. Check out the serving.



Randy

Randy, you ate 1 1/2 of these bad boys?? Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Scartissue

I'm hungry, come on Connie get up and get in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans...

My late brother-in-law Willie would eat two of those babys...

Willie could eat

Around '73-'74, we drove (on my '66 Chevy truck/camper) to Phoenix with a jr. boxing team, Willie was with us, the morning after the kids fought we left Phoenix and stopped in Buckeye for breakfast, some of us order pancakes, some bacon and eggs, Willie order half dozen panckes with a half dozen eggs, an egg in between each pancake, AND a side order of bacon and eggs, with hash brown/toast, he ate EVERYTHING, clean his plates, after drinking two beers he slept all the way home....

That boy could eat! but that why he weighted 280 pounds, I guess!

Randyman wrote:



I had some spare time today so I took a couple of photos of the Globemaster C-17. Thought you might like to see them. I was using my camera phone so the quality is not that great. This is where I spend my day.

Randy

Randy . . . When I was growing up, my brother Rob was obsessed with aircraft. He was four years younger than me, and would ride the bus with me to the Main Street Gym. Rob wasn't in to boxing, he'd just tag along and keep me company on the trip. We were pretty young, and we'd turn those weekend bus rides downtown into an adventure. At the time, many commercial airline companies had offices on 6th St. After I finished in the gym, we'd stroll up Main Street, stop into the pawn shops, checkout the old burlesque theatres, the bums, etc. We'd make our way to 6th Street and Rob would hit the offices, asking if they had any photos or posters of jets. They were kind to us because we were kids and Rob would come home with all kinds of photos which he'd tack up on our bedroom wall. Every inch of wall space on my side of the room was plastered with fight pictures, posters, etc. The other side was aircraft photos. Seeing your photo brought this memory to mind, a good memory but a little sad. My brother Rob passed away in 1990, at 34-years-old.

You have a great job, Randy. Thanks for posting those photos.
By the way, is that a cargo jet?


-Rick Farris

kikibalt wrote:

scartissue wrote:

Randyman wrote: Dan, I got this photo off of the internet. It might be hard to tell how big it is from the photo but it is huge. As I mentioned earlier I ate one and one half of these monsters.They do a great job with their guacamole too. Check out the serving.



Randy

Randy, you ate 1 1/2 of these bad boys?? Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Scartissue

I'm hungry, come on Connie get up and get in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans...

Frank . . . I just love these examples of life as a "kept man".
Monica takes pretty good care of me, but if I even suggest she "rattle those pots & pans", I'm pretty sure she would throw them at me.
You need to write a book for guys like us who desire to be "kept men".
Monica just got promoted to "supervisor" in her company, so maybe one day . . .

dagosd2000 wrote:

Big Joe Turner

I love this one, Rog. It's a little different than your usual portraits, really caught my eye.
I'm amazed by your talent.


-Rick

dagosd2000 wrote:YOU GOTTA' TAKE MY WORD FOR IT

Frank made an interesting comment when I posted my picture of Canyon Jhonson today. He said it didn't look so bad. After I posted it,I looked at it and said to myself that that scene looked kind of peacefull.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. There's truth in that,but sometimes those words are not always on the mark. Today when I brought my car down to get fixed,I brought my camera. Sometimes I say to myself that I'm going to get some pictures of what it's really like,but I never do. I can't put my camera in the face of misery. People would look at me and wonder what was my purpose. So I write about it.

Today,I wanted to take some pictures of Chito's garage. It's in back of some condemned buildings covered with grafitti. His workers toil in dirt and they looked worn out. Oh,if I'd asked, they would have let me take a picture,but I didn't want my camera probing into what dignity they have left. There could not be an ulterior motive strong enough for that.

Another place is Coahuila Street. A thing from the past that must have been like the Storyville district of New Orleans at the turn of the century. But again I don't show my camera. I can't take a picture of those girls standing along those walls.

Sure,there are plenty of picture takers out there who want to show the world what "the real world"is all about,but most of the world is like that and doesn't want to be reminded. Then the camera hounds go back to their air conditioned rooms and show the world what they've done on the internet.They want to tell the people like them that they've experienced something they haven't. It's easy to find people struggling to survive. It's easy to take a picture.

So I'll just write about it. I'll make up a few names,but you won't see any faces. Those faces I'll leave up to your imaginations.

Roger . . . I understand where you are coming from. In the mid 70's, when I was breaking into the film industry, I wanted to learn about film and how it reacted to light. I took up photography to experiment and to learn about lenses, etc. My goal was to become a cinematographer. I became pretty good at capturing "human interest" type photos.
I thought it would be great to go downtown to the Main Street Gym and photograph skid row. I took a few photos, but I began to feel exactly like you did, I felt I was invading these people's world, benefitting from their bad situation. I left with only couple photos, actually pretty good, but I never printed them, and I never went back for that purpose.


-Rick

More from Jackie McCoy . . .

"From personal experience, there isn't any punch that hurts like a hook to the liver. You are in agony.
I don't know what it is about the liver but when you're hit there, it's something you have to experience to know the agony."


-Jackie McCoy
("In The Corner" by Dave Anderson)