Former brawler now 51 years old, fat and easily winded; I now go out of my way to avoid conflict. I figure if the need arises, either I'm puttin' 'em down for good in the first 15 seconds, or I'll need an oxygen bottle. That's the thing with older guys; they know they have to get the job done, so they don't mess around.
When I was about 17,young bad-boy that I was, I thought I could take my 52 year old dad. He, having spent the majority of his days barroom brawling, kicked the crap out of me, lickity split. I didn't try again for four years.
