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Just going back to the fantastic posts on Jim Jeffries and his athletic ability, I remember reading an article on Jeffries when he served as sparring partner to Bob Fitzsimmons (whom he eventually crushed to win the world heavyweight title, of course).
Well, Fitzsimmons always prided himself on his ability to 'burn off' his sparring partners at the end of morning roadwork. But not Jeffries. Every time Bob turned round after his final sprint, Jeffries was directly behind him, barely out of breath, as if to say, "I could have beaten you but you're the world champion and I'm not."

Yet.

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:FYI,I wrote a couple of posts(A Second Career and Just Across The Border). When I finished I realized that they came out under"New Topic". My mouse clicked the wrong box. I asked Buzz if he could file them under West Coast Boxing,but told me it was too late. I don't want you guys to think I'm running away from you. Never do that. I don't think boxing is condusive with computers. You can't use your fists on the keyboard.

Just copy them to this thread, easy to do.

Hey Frank,I'm not to bright when it comes to computers. I struggle to turn this thing on half the time. Go into a little more detail on how to move those threads to here. Thanks,I Ain't NO Rocket Scientist

dagosd2000 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:FYI,I wrote a couple of posts(A Second Career and Just Across The Border). When I finished I realized that they came out under"New Topic". My mouse clicked the wrong box. I asked Buzz if he could file them under West Coast Boxing,but told me it was too late. I don't want you guys to think I'm running away from you. Never do that. I don't think boxing is condusive with computers. You can't use your fists on the keyboard.

Just copy them to this thread, easy to do.

Hey Frank,I'm not to bright when it comes to computers. I struggle to turn this thing on half the time. Go into a little more detail on how to move those threads to here. Thanks,I Ain't NO Rocket Scientist

I'll do it for you, okay?

Just On The Ohter Side of The Border

"Well they finally found some one who could beat him," I said.
"Did you see the fight?
"I went down to the Sport's Book and saw it on their feed."
Jorge ,the custodian,was happy . Finally,a Mexican fighter had beaten Manny Pacquiao. Jorge wanted practically a blow by blow description.
"I thought Morales was the stronger man."
"Did he work his jab?"
"Yeah,and his right was there too."
Mexican fans respected Pacquiao because he was a puncher and he didn't run his mouth off,but still it was hard for them to swallow a Philipino fighter beating a Mexican fighter. Besides Morales lived in Tijuana and all the Mexicans in the area felt a closeness to him. He out slugged the slugger. That's how they wanted it.
"I'll tell you what",I said,"I'll be crossing the border this week. I'll stop by his gym and see if he'll sign an autograph."

The Morales Gym is just on the other side of the border. It's in the Zona Norte a few blocks going west on Coahuila Street. When people say Tijuana,the first thing that pops into their minds is the Red Light District. Tijuana will aways be associated with that,especially on the U.S. side. All Americans think about is sex,yet I don't think they've dealt with it correctly. They associate it with love. Where as Mexicans look at it as a normal biological function. They're not anxious about it that much.

The gym is on a corner in a two story building. The family owns the building. The gym is upstairs and below it is a typical small neighborhood store Mexicans call an"Aborrotes." The store sells the usual:candy,sodas,milk,cigarettes,and beer. If you don't know where the gym is,you'll miss it. There's no sign on the place. There's a lot of room in front of the building so I park there Inside the store is a video game where you sit down and shoot at people on the screen.There's a boy sitting down playing the machine and there's another boy watching him play. I peeked to see what they were shooting at. Policemen.

The place was quiet. In fact everything was quiet. It was sunny.A couple of old women walking with canes came into the store and bought a roll of toilet paper. The kid behind the counter took their pesos and put them in a cigar box. I asked the kid behind the counter if there was anyone in the gym. He shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know.
"Sube arriba(go upstairs)",he told me.
I walked around the corner and started up a narrow flight of stairs. The first step had broken and they had replaced it with a brick. The door was open,but the gym was empty. It was very still and quiet inside. There was a boxing ring with several towels neatly folded over the top rope. The heavy bag hung motionless. The speed bag was in a corner and next to it was a rack that had a few dumbells on it. A wooden stool was in one of the corners of the ring. The sun was beginning to set and peering through the rays coming inside the gym, I could see a little dust moving slowly.

I walked downstairs to the store and asked the kid behind the counter what time the fighters would arrive.
"Tres en la tarde"(3 in the afternoon),he said. The two boys were still playing the video game. I looked at my watch. It was 2 o'clock.
"Vuelvo en una hora"(I return in an hour)
I saw a bench across the street under a tree. I'd wait there. Before walking across the street,I bought a strawberry soda. I sat on the bench and started thinking about the Morales fight. After it was over,he said he dedicated it to the people of the Zona Norte. The poor people who struggled to survive. The ones who weren't as fortunate as he had been. Morales wanted to be champion for the people of the neighborhood.

There were a couple of birds sitting on a small branch above me chirping. The branch was wavering slightly as they chirped. It was sunny and the birds were chirping. No one walked by me as I sat there looking across the street at the the little store. I must have dozed off. I dreamt what it would be like to be the champion of the world. A man walking his dog came by me and the dog nervously sniffed around my feet. It startled me. I looked at my watch . It was 3 thirty.I shook my head a little and walked across the street to the store. The two boys had left. I asked the kid at the counter if anyone was upstairs.
"No Se"(I don't know)
I walked up the stairs again. The gym appeared just how I'd last seen it last.Empty. As I was walking down the stairs my foot stumbled on the brick at the bottom, and I sprained my ankle. I grimaced and limped back to the store.
"Nadie"(no one),I said to the kid. He looked by me.
"Dime,amigo. 'Terrible'(Morales's nickname) esta aqui?"(is Morales here)
"Si,senor. Pero ahorrita no."(Yes but not right now)
I limped back to the car. My ankle was hurting more. I started the engine and looked back inside the store. The kid was not behind the counter. I rolled down my window. Just then a beggar came up to my driver's side.
"Un peso por un taco por favor?",(a peso for a taco) he asked.
I reached in my pocket and gave him a dollar. He bowed several times and was smiling. His teeth were gone.
"Muchas gracias,Vaya con Dios"(thank you.go with God)
As he walked away,I noticed he had a huge foot. It didn't have shoe or a sock on it. It was too big. It was rubbery looking and a dark red.He had difficulty walking. He was walking slowly in the middle of the street. I couldn't figure where he was going. I felt a twinge in my ankle.I figured I had to rush home fast and get ice on it to keep the swelling down.

Dagosd

kikibalt wrote:Just On The Ohter Side of The Border

"Well they finally found some one who could beat him," I said.
"Did you see the fight?
"I went down to the Sport's Book and saw it on their feed."
Jorge ,the custodian,was happy . Finally,a Mexican fighter had beaten Manny Pacquiao. Jorge wanted practically a blow by blow description.
"I thought Morales was the stronger man."
"Did he work his jab?"
"Yeah,and his right was there too."
Mexican fans respected Pacquiao because he was a puncher and he didn't run his mouth off,but still it was hard for them to swallow a Philipino fighter beating a Mexican fighter. Besides Morales lived in Tijuana and all the Mexicans in the area felt a closeness to him. He out slugged the slugger. That's how they wanted it.
"I'll tell you what",I said,"I'll be crossing the border this week. I'll stop by his gym and see if he'll sign an autograph."

The Morales Gym is just on the other side of the border. It's in the Zona Norte a few blocks going west on Coahuila Street. When people say Tijuana,the first thing that pops into their minds is the Red Light District. Tijuana will aways be associated with that,especially on the U.S. side. All Americans think about is sex,yet I don't think they've dealt with it correctly. They associate it with love. Where as Mexicans look at it as a normal biological function. They're not anxious about it that much.

The gym is on a corner in a two story building. The family owns the building. The gym is upstairs and below it is a typical small neighborhood store Mexicans call an"Aborrotes." The store sells the usual:candy,sodas,milk,cigarettes,and beer. If you don't know where the gym is,you'll miss it. There's no sign on the place. There's a lot of room in front of the building so I park there Inside the store is a video game where you sit down and shoot at people on the screen.There's a boy sitting down playing the machine and there's another boy watching him play. I peeked to see what they were shooting at. Policemen.

The place was quiet. In fact everything was quiet. It was sunny.A couple of old women walking with canes came into the store and bought a roll of toilet paper. The kid behind the counter took their pesos and put them in a cigar box. I asked the kid behind the counter if there was anyone in the gym. He shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know.
"Sube arriba(go upstairs)",he told me.
I walked around the corner and started up a narrow flight of stairs. The first step had broken and they had replaced it with a brick. The door was open,but the gym was empty. It was very still and quiet inside. There was a boxing ring with several towels neatly folded over the top rope. The heavy bag hung motionless. The speed bag was in a corner and next to it was a rack that had a few dumbells on it. A wooden stool was in one of the corners of the ring. The sun was beginning to set and peering through the rays coming inside the gym, I could see a little dust moving slowly.

I walked downstairs to the store and asked the kid behind the counter what time the fighters would arrive.
"Tres en la tarde"(3 in the afternoon),he said. The two boys were still playing the video game. I looked at my watch. It was 2 o'clock.
"Vuelvo en una hora"(I return in an hour)
I saw a bench across the street under a tree. I'd wait there. Before walking across the street,I bought a strawberry soda. I sat on the bench and started thinking about the Morales fight. After it was over,he said he dedicated it to the people of the Zona Norte. The poor people who struggled to survive. The ones who weren't as fortunate as he had been. Morales wanted to be champion for the people of the neighborhood.

There were a couple of birds sitting on a small branch above me chirping. The branch was wavering slightly as they chirped. It was sunny and the birds were chirping. No one walked by me as I sat there looking across the street at the the little store. I must have dozed off. I dreamt what it would be like to be the champion of the world. A man walking his dog came by me and the dog nervously sniffed around my feet. It startled me. I looked at my watch . It was 3 thirty.I shook my head a little and walked across the street to the store. The two boys had left. I asked the kid at the counter if anyone was upstairs.
"No Se"(I don't know)
I walked up the stairs again. The gym appeared just how I'd last seen it last.Empty. As I was walking down the stairs my foot stumbled on the brick at the bottom, and I sprained my ankle. I grimaced and limped back to the store.
"Nadie"(no one),I said to the kid. He looked by me.
"Dime,amigo. 'Terrible'(Morales's nickname) esta aqui?"(is Morales here)
"Si,senor. Pero ahorrita no."(Yes but not right now)
I limped back to the car. My ankle was hurting more. I started the engine and looked back inside the store. The kid was not behind the counter. I rolled down my window. Just then a beggar came up to my driver's side.
"Un peso por un taco por favor?",(a peso for a taco) he asked.
I reached in my pocket and gave him a dollar. He bowed several times and was smiling. His teeth were gone.
"Muchas gracias,Vaya con Dios"(thank you.go with God)
As he walked away,I noticed he had a huge foot. It didn't have shoe or a sock on it. It was too big. It was rubbery looking and a dark red.He had difficulty walking. He was walking slowly in the middle of the street. I couldn't figure where he was going. I felt a twinge in my ankle.I figured I had to rush home fast and get ice on it to keep the swelling down.

Dagosd

Hey Frank,I don't care what they say about you,you're all right.

I know what I am doing!!!!!....LOL!!!!!!

Hey dagos,

HOW MANY TIMES are we going to hear about this swollen ankle?
.

I didn't go to work today. I got sick of school so I took a day off. My wife wanted to go down to National City to buy tortillas and as usual,half the store. She won't buy her tortillas in just any old store. It has to be at "Food Land". One time she told me to pick up some tortillas at "Food Land" on the way back from work. Well the tortilla machine was down,so I drove over to "El Tigre" and picked up a couple of kilos. I come in the door and right away she spotted the ruse.
"Donde compraste las tortillas?"(Where did you buy the tortillas?)
"At "Food Land" like you told me."
"Mentiroso"(liar)
Later I had to go back to "Food Land" and get 'her' tortillas. I don't want this to sound like a story about tortillas,but I'll tell ya' where I go when she's buying half the store. There's a little place next door called "The Elbo Inn". I think I mentioned it before.

You can put this in the bank. Any old timer who's lived in National City or Southeast San Diego has an Archie Moore story. Bobby Garcia owns the Elbo Inn,but when he was younger he told me he worked at "C and M Meat Packers" down the street. He said Archie Moore would come in and buy ribs and chops when he was putting on a feed at his house. He opened his house to the neighborhood. Archie lived in a nice house he had built in the middle of Barrio Logan. His swimming pool was the shape of a boxing glove.

Well Archie could not only box,but he could cook Bar B Q with the best of them. I asked him once how he made his sauce,and I might as well asked the Pentagon for the secrets on how to make the Atom Bomb. Bobby tells me Archie was good friends with the owner of the meat packing place. I don't think Archie had any enemies. Bobby told me his boss had pictures of Archie all over his wall. But Bobby said his favorite was Archie in his boxing stance next to a side of beef . He was gonna' use the beef like a heavy bag.

I got to thinkin'. I wonder if Sylvester Stallone ever bought any pork chops at "C and M Meats?"

dagosd2000 wrote:I didn't go to work today. I got sick of school so I took a day off. My wife wanted to go down to National City to buy tortillas and as usual,half the store. She won't buy her tortillas in just any old store. It has to be at "Food Land". One time she told me to pick up some tortillas at "Food Land" on the way back from work. Well the tortilla machine was down,so I drove over to "El Tigre" and picked up a couple of kilos. I come in the door and right away she spotted the ruse.
"Donde compraste las tortillas?"(Where did you buy the tortillas?)
"At "Food Land" like you told me."
"Mentiroso"(liar)
Later I had to go back to "Food Land" and get 'her' tortillas. I don't want this to sound like a story about tortillas,but I'll tell ya' where I go when she's buying half the store. There's a little place next door called "The Elbo Inn". I think I mentioned it before.

You can put this in the bank. Any old timer who's lived in National City or Southeast San Diego has an Archie Moore story. Bobby Garcia owns the Elbo Inn,but when he was younger he told me he worked at "C and M Meat Packers" down the street. He said Archie Moore would come in and buy ribs and chops when he was putting on a feed at his house. He opened his house to the neighborhood. Archie lived in a nice house he had built in the middle of Barrio Logan. His swimming pool was the shape of a boxing glove.

Well Archie could not only box,but he could cook Bar B Q with the best of them. I asked him once how he made his sauce,and I might as well asked the Pentagon for the secrets on how to make the Atom Bomb. Bobby tells me Archie was good friends with the owner of the meat packing place. I don't think Archie had any enemies. Bobby told me his boss had pictures of Archie all over his wall. But Bobby said his favorite was Archie in his boxing stance next to a side of beef . He was gonna' use the beef like a heavy bag.

I got to thinkin'. I wonder if Sylvester Stallone ever bought any pork chops at "C and M Meats?"

What do you mean buy tortillas? don't you make home made tortillas?

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:I didn't go to work today. I got sick of school so I took a day off. My wife wanted to go down to National City to buy tortillas and as usual,half the store. She won't buy her tortillas in just any old store. It has to be at "Food Land". One time she told me to pick up some tortillas at "Food Land" on the way back from work. Well the tortilla machine was down,so I drove over to "El Tigre" and picked up a couple of kilos. I come in the door and right away she spotted the ruse.
"Donde compraste las tortillas?"(Where did you buy the tortillas?)
"At "Food Land" like you told me."
"Mentiroso"(liar)
Later I had to go back to "Food Land" and get 'her' tortillas. I don't want this to sound like a story about tortillas,but I'll tell ya' where I go when she's buying half the store. There's a little place next door called "The Elbo Inn". I think I mentioned it before.

You can put this in the bank. Any old timer who's lived in National City or Southeast San Diego has an Archie Moore story. Bobby Garcia owns the Elbo Inn,but when he was younger he told me he worked at "C and M Meat Packers" down the street. He said Archie Moore would come in and buy ribs and chops when he was putting on a feed at his house. He opened his house to the neighborhood. Archie lived in a nice house he had built in the middle of Barrio Logan. His swimming pool was the shape of a boxing glove.

Well Archie could not only box,but he could cook Bar B Q with the best of them. I asked him once how he made his sauce,and I might as well asked the Pentagon for the secrets on how to make the Atom Bomb. Bobby tells me Archie was good friends with the owner of the meat packing place. I don't think Archie had any enemies. Bobby told me his boss had pictures of Archie all over his wall. But Bobby said his favorite was Archie in his boxing stance next to a side of beef . He was gonna' use the beef like a heavy bag.

I got to thinkin'. I wonder if Sylvester Stallone ever bought any pork chops at "C and M Meats?"

What do you mean buy tortillas? don't you make home made tortillas?

Only the flour ones. Hey Buddy,here's a good one. There used to be a law in TJ that you couldn't sell tortillas on Wednesday. So I asked some one what would happen if if a store decided to sell them any way.
The reply,"The army would come in and shoot you." I hope he was kidding.

Speaking of tortillas, for about the first ten years of our marriage my wife would make home made tortillas EVERYDAY, and then one day we're visiting my mom and dad, and my dad ask my wife "Connie do you still make tortillas everyday?", she said "yes, other wise he won't eat" meaning me, my dad tells my wife "if he wants tortillas evryday let him buy them", well that was the end of my home made tortillas, years later I tell my dad "pops I had a good thing going and you ruined it for me" you know what he tells me? "son if I can't have home made tortillas neither can you" my mom had stopped making tortillas some years before my dad and my wife had their little talk.

kikibalt wrote:Speaking of tortillas, for about the first ten years of our marriage my wife would make home made tortillas EVERYDAY, and then one day we're visiting my mom and dad, and my dad ask my wife "Connie do you still make tortillas everyday?", she said "yes, other wise he won't eat" meaning me, my dad tells my wife "if he wants tortillas evryday let him buy them", well that was the end of my home made tortillas, years later I tell my dad "pops I had a good thing going and you ruined it for me" you know what he tells me? "son if I can't have home made tortillas neither can you" my mom had stopped making tortillas some years before my dad and my wife had their little talk.

I often ask myself,"What in the hell is the world coming to?" Just off the wire:My grandaughter just gave birth to another great grandson. Name:Abraham. Weight:8 pds. 4 oz.
My wife is in the kitchen now making pozole. I can smell it cooking .

Congrats Dagos.

Expug wrote:Congrats Dagos.

Same here great-great-grandpaw..

Hey Frank,here's a question. You mentioed to me a while back about the music you listened to as a kid. I'm trying to find the names you gave me on a music sight. I'm still looking. But here's my question. I like to listen to jazz. I have some old records of stuff that was recorded "live" at some clubs,I think, were in South Central LA. It's the kind of stuff when someone brought his own reel to reel into the club and would record the music for his personal usage. 20 years later they discover this stuff in someone's attic and now it's out there as a jazz classic. I read an autobiography of Henry Armstrong. He used to frequent some of these joints. Club Alabam,Jack's Basket,The Hi De Ho Club,and The Barrelhouse.
Some of the musicians having saxophone"wars" on the band stand exter Gordon,Wardell Gray,Lucky Thompson,Jack McVea,Teddy Edwards. Other musicians like Dodo Marmarosa,Zutty Singleton,Barney Kessel,Howard McGhee,and my favorite Slim Gaillard.Those recordings are absolutely out of this world. The sound is not so good(like it was recorded in a vacuum)but you can hear in the backround people talking,cash registers ringing ,glasses clinking. Ever hit those spots as a young buck? Don't know where I could find that time machine?

Thanks fellas'

dagosd2000 wrote:Hey Frank,here's a question. You mentioed to me a while back about the music you listened to as a kid. I'm trying to find the names you gave me on a music sight. I'm still looking. But here's my question. I like to listen to jazz. I have some old records of stuff that was recorded "live" at some clubs,I think, were in South Central LA. It's the kind of stuff when someone brought his own reel to reel into the club and would record the music for his personal usage. 20 years later they discover this stuff in someone's attic and now it's out there as a jazz classic. I read an autobiography of Henry Armstrong. He used to frequent some of these joints. Club Alabam,Jack's Basket,The Hi De Ho Club,and The Barrelhouse.
Some of the musicians having saxophone"wars" on the band stand exter Gordon,Wardell Gray,Lucky Thompson,Jack McVea,Teddy Edwards. Other musicians like Dodo Marmarosa,Zutty Singleton,Barney Kessel,Howard McGhee,and my favorite Slim Gaillard.Those recordings are absolutely out of this world. The sound is not so good(like it was recorded in a vacuum)but you can hear in the backround people talking,cash registers ringing ,glasses clinking. Ever hit those spots as a young buck? Don't know where I could find that time machine?

Mr D.,

I was to young to go into those clubs, as a 16-17-18 year old teenager, I used to ride up and down Central Ave where most of those clubs were and I used to see all the cool cats and their ladies go in and come out of those clubs.

I like jazz, but I don't follow it. my music is early R&B, 1948 to about the early 60s.

Google Hunter Hancock and Huggy Boy, those were the D.J's that were big in L.A. in my youth.

Here you go Mr.D.!!!!

kikibalt wrote:

Here you go Mr.D.!!!!

That's what was throwing me. They were DJ's. Wynonie Harris,"The Hucklebuck"(originally Charlie Parker's Now's The Time). Frank,I remember when there was no major league baseball in San Diego. The Padres didn't arrive until 1969. As kids we'd take the train and go to Union Station,walk through Olivera St. to Chavez Ravine. We'd get there early and see Koufax and Drysdale drive into Dodger Stadium in their convertables. They'd always sign an autograph. I've got baseballs signed by those guys.

Or we'd get off and walk to the Olympic Auditorium. They wouldn't let us into the fights cause we were too young. The wrestling matches and Roller Derby were a snap. How about Ralphie Valladeres and The T Birds,or Freddie Blassie,Mr. Moto,and the character who announced it all,Dick Lane? Our parents never worried about us going up there. I remember walking through China Town. Downtown LA.,for the guys who haven't been there,doesn't have the tall buildings,but a lot of stucco buildings and homes. The neighborhoods had rows of oleander bushes and trees,bouganvillas with every color. My uncle sold men's wear at Desmond's Department Store. It was just as much fun walking to the ball park and The Olympic. The big flood canals and the freeways(new to the U.S.)funneling into downtown. I'm gonna' let ya' in on somethin'. I know there's no such thing as a Time Machine. That was worse than when I found out there was no Santa Claus.

Mr. D.

On the 18 ST. side of the Olympic, the Olympic has two wide doors, when I was about 15-16-17 bunch of us guys would go to the big fights, we would pool our money and buy one ticket and one guy would go in with the ticket and once inside would open the wide door and we would all run inside and with 10,400 people there the cops couldn't fine us, we would sit-stand where ever we could.

Mr.D., here is you boy Mr Moto!!!!

Another good wrestler

kikibalt wrote:Mr. D.

On the 18 ST. side of the Olympic, the Olympic has two wide doors, when I was about 15-16-17 bunch of us guys would go to the big fights, we would pool our money and buy one ticket and one guy would go in with the ticket and once inside would open the wide door and we would all run inside and with 10,400 people there the cops couldn't fine us, we would sit-stand where ever we could.

That's the way to beat the mutuals! That's how kids had fun in those days. I remember after a bunch of us went to the fights at the Coliseum.We were hungry. Well there's a real nice steak house in Mission Beach called Saska's. Nothing fancy,just the best steaks in town. We don't have any money,but that ain't a deterrent. The four of us walk in and sit down. The waiter comes over. We start behavin' like a bunch of aristocrats.
"Excuse us please. We need more time to peruse the menu."
We were half drunk. The waiter returns.
"Ready?"
I take the lead.
"Gentlemen?"
Now we order big.
"I'll have one of those delicious Saska steaks(medium rare),a Caesar Salad(not too many croutons please),baked potato with everything except the chives(I'm allergic to chives),and a Tom Collins.
It goes like that for just about everybody. Well we ain't gonna' short ourselves just cause we're going to take it on the lam. For desert ,it's New York cheese cake and coffee all around.
"How was your meal gentlemen?"asks the waiter. He's got on this flowered shirt with a lei around his neck. No way we're payin'.
"Excellent. The finest meal I've ever eaten here."
Mr. Flower Power is happy.
"Give me the check."
Well as the walking garden shop goes to the back,we start making our move. Two of us go to the cigarette machine at the door,and the other two bolt right by us . We're on their tails and now we're haulin' ass down the alley. I hear some guy yellin',"Stop" I look over my shoulder and it has to be the cook because he's wearin' this apron. He's slow and fat. He probably eats all the leftovers off of everone's plates back in the kitchen. He ain't gonna' catch us. But we're laughung so hard ,we have a hard time running. It's like that old saying"You can't run and laugh at the same time."

The next morning we rendevous at the beach.
"One hell of a night last night",I boast.
One of our buddy's asks,"Who's fighting next week at the Coliseum?"
"I don't know",I says,"But I have a taste for Chinese food."