Last night I got back from boxing about 10:00 pm and was feeling pretty good. The sparring had gone well, the left was fast and I landed some rights sufficient to knock my opponent down. More importantly, I hadn't taken any shots which really hurt with the exception of a glancing blow where the cuff of my opponent's glove caught my lip and cut it a bit. You always feel kinda manly when you walk into the house and the wife swoons at the sight of your bloody shirt. (Actually, she no longer really swoons. I guess she has gotten desensitized. Now all she asks is "Is that your blood or the other guys?)
After boxing, the coach let it out that it was his birthday. My coach is a really great guy. He is an Irish priest who was the Univ. of Michigan's boxing coach for around 20 years. He is getting older, but he can still give me a run for my money. Anyway, we had to celebrate so he broke out the booze. (I know I am only furthering stereotypes here. Irish = priest, fighter, drinker. :lol: ) I couldn't stay too late cause I feel bad about leaving the wife to take care of the twins by herself while I am having a good time.
When I got home, I was really feeling like a smoke. I hate smoking by myself, so I called Russ, one of my boxing buddies, and he came over and we sat on the back porch and smoked. I tried a RP Diesel that either HighPSI or DD sent me. (I had some better smokes that I wanted to try, but I am attempting to hold off on them until they age a bit more.) It was a good smoke, and I enjoyed it. My only complaints would be that it lacked complexity and the finish was lacking. Don't think I would buy them, but when combined with good friends, good beer (guiness) and a pleasantly warm night, it was excellent. A good time was had by all.
All the best,
Joe
After boxing, the coach let it out that it was his birthday. My coach is a really great guy. He is an Irish priest who was the Univ. of Michigan's boxing coach for around 20 years. He is getting older, but he can still give me a run for my money. Anyway, we had to celebrate so he broke out the booze. (I know I am only furthering stereotypes here. Irish = priest, fighter, drinker. :lol: ) I couldn't stay too late cause I feel bad about leaving the wife to take care of the twins by herself while I am having a good time.
When I got home, I was really feeling like a smoke. I hate smoking by myself, so I called Russ, one of my boxing buddies, and he came over and we sat on the back porch and smoked. I tried a RP Diesel that either HighPSI or DD sent me. (I had some better smokes that I wanted to try, but I am attempting to hold off on them until they age a bit more.) It was a good smoke, and I enjoyed it. My only complaints would be that it lacked complexity and the finish was lacking. Don't think I would buy them, but when combined with good friends, good beer (guiness) and a pleasantly warm night, it was excellent. A good time was had by all.
All the best,
Joe
In my family, we have a priest, a fighter, and we are all drinkers, so go figure...
