Hey people,
I just got done watching the best boxing match I have ever seen. Gatti vs. Ward III on HBO. Apparently, this has been the biggest rivalry since Hagler vs. Leonard over a decade ago. There have been three fights. The first won by the 37 year old Ward little over a year ago, the next won by Gatti in November last year. And tonight, Gatti was once again the winner by unaminous decision. While Gatti clearly won the fight, what made it such a great battle (and the previous two as well), was their sheer determination to win. Each kept going no matter how tired or hurt they were. Coming into the fourth round, Gatti was completely out-fighting Ward when Gatti struck his fist into Ward's hip, ultimately breaking his right hand. This limited him to only one fist from which to fight with, for the other was completely useless. The tables suddenly turned, Ward battled back and in the sixth round at the very end, knocked Gatti onto the mat, stunning him. Suddenly right back into contention, the match's visciousness increased into a culminated rush. Although Gatti's hand was injured, he managed to out-jab Ward to win the final match of the three. What made this fight even more exciting, was the fact that previous to the battle, Ward had announced that this would be his final bout. I'm glad to have witnessed it.
We took all of our loose change to one of these coin sorting machines inside of a Hannaford Brothers store today, which I felt extremely miserly for using. To my surprise I had $19.83 worth of coinage, although the majority of it were pennies. My dad on the other hand had much more "silver" and came out with $25.03 (or something to that degree). Certainly beats the hell out of rolling coin upon coin (Stuart if you ever read this, heed that last statement).
My dad and I went on a mission to find him a new key chain from the one he got that came with his truck. It is pink and for some reason he still has it as his key chain. I find this fairly disturbing, so we went into the Old Port and looked into Mexicali Blues, thinking that they must have key chains of some sort. Unfortunately, all we could find were hacky sack key chains there, which I decided would be ridiculous to get seeing as how he doesn't play it, or even own one. In other words, that mission failed. And we looked no further for one.
We went out to the Great Lost Bear, which despite the several people just entering the restaurant when we drove by to check for parking spaces, not to mention almost every single space being used, we got a table without having to wait, with extra tables around us. My dad informed me of his discontent with life and that he was once again at the end of his cycle with his job. He goes through these cycles where he needs to fix up a place and when he feels as if he's set it on the right track he gets bored with it. The difference with this situation, is that he is thinking ahead and if he could picture himself working at a transfer station when he was sixty years old. With his body rapidly deteriorating, that is obviously something that isn't really feasible. I suggest he look into moving into the southwest, where it is warmer year round, and figure things out down there. I am not sure when (or if) he will leave Martha. Personally, I think it's a bunch of bullshit and he couldn't handle living by himself without someone else. However, he needs to figure out what he's going to do with his life now, because he's going to have no job at all if he keeps it up.
After we got back, we met up with Martha who had just come home from a walk, to ironically, walk. We passed this delapidated home with a bunch of teens who were sitting on the porch all on a couch. One of them was a brunette, who wasn't bad, and I couldn't tell if she was checking me out or merely looking at me. I'm trying to figure out, which one of my dad's, girlfriend's, kid's, friends (why don't I just add, brother's, sister's, acquaintence's...), thinks I'm hot. A bunch of hooligans the other day that looked to be about thirteen-fourteen years old, passed by our house when I was working on it. My dad claimed they were "checking me out", which I don't doubt, because at that age, girls will check out any guy. I am only hoping it's not one of those girls, and someone who's a bit closer to my age. I wouldn't be surprised if it was one of them though. I wouldn't have known someone thought I was in the first place if some girl hadn't have yelled, "Hi, Dan!", when my dad and I drove by from coming back from the laundromat. If it weren't for my tendency to look away from a group of people who may have interest in me by feigning my attention, I may have been able to have seen who said it. It really is a miserable habit, but if I look away from someone whom I think is attractive it ensures I don't get a negative response from them. Or at least blinds me from knowing. I am such a pussy. In any case, nothing will amount from whomever thinks I am "hot", I can guarantee. Why? Because when does it ever happen? Not to say it will never happen, but more on the lines of saying, it has never happened before, so why should this time be any different?
-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com
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