The Blog

 I'll start with this: Read, read, read. Read everything--trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window. -Faulkner  

I was on the recieving end of many of these hits. Even got dumped on my head twice. Once my neck swelled and turned purple. That was worrisome. Back on the field two weeks later. That was also my last season. It was starting to get out of hand. Several fist fights every match. Players knocked unconscious. Blood. Flying teeth. It's all fun and games until you turn forty, and all those hits, and injuries come back to fucking haunt you.

I didn't intend to post this on my Thriller blogger but I don't have a personal blog any longer. I got tired of a bucket load of hits and zero interaction.  This is kickboxing at its finest. I was out of my seat on the third round.