Sean, Erique, Oliver and myself will be sparring on Sunday, in preparation for Oliver’s fight on the 20th. Alex, of the monster Nordic-Hawaiian fists, is invited. Between the four of us we just need to leave $20 in the box for the Man.
Oliver did say that he would be bringing “female company” an out of town lady making her pilgrimage to the Church of Oliver’s Dark Prowess. We had this conversation as Mescaline was photographing the scouting Indian monument in Clifton Park:
“Oliver, you know I’m getting old. So please, warn this young lady that she’s about to see Daddy whooping your young asses and to not get overcome with adulation, as that would threaten the possibility of a heart attack more than chasing you young hoppers around the ring.”
“I’ll be sure to let her know, James. We wouldn’t want you having a heart attack.”
“Thanks Oliver. I’m not what I used to be—an old dude can only spread himself so thin…”
I don’t think he got that lasts sentence, as he was obviously laughing at a joke someone on the job site had cracked…
Anyone else who would like to come out and spar, give me a call at 443-686-0598.
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