Charity Boxing

Last night my best friend, who I don't get to hang out with much anymore because his "fiance" has been a douche (although last night she was remarkably personable so i give her credit) for the past year, was in a charity boxing match last night. My friend is a cop and it was a cops versus firefighters thing to benefit the PAL. Anyways, some of the fights were good but his was bullshit. The ref stopped it 1:44 into the match because allegedly he was getting hit. He was getting a hit a few times but not in the head and they were basically love taps. I was sitting relatively close to the ring so I let the ref have it. He was a jackass but he was old and probably somebody's grandpa, or granddad, or papa, or pop pop, or abuelo (to our spanish speakers) so I almost felt bad about it.

Afterwards, we did the same thing we would have done if he won ... had a few pints of the black, headed home, and strolled into the office a little after 9. I forgot to mention that the partners at my law firm are all playing golf this morning. Nice.

Thought of the day

Why are random old people so damn mean? I live in South Florida. Older relatives are generally sweet people but random old people are mean. I see them getting into fights at the horse track. Is life that annoying to them? They are the ones that drive slow, count 97 cents out in pennies at the grocery, and backup on the highway when they miss their exit ... maybe because they are just old, annoyed with life, and waiting to die. I think that is why it is so refreshing to meet an older person who is full of life and happy. That is how my grandfather was ... I miss him.

Everyone enjoy your day and I will see you on Halo 3 tonight.