GREAT story, SC. I have a similar story, but in reverse. My Uncle Sal was a big guy, not so tall, but broad. His hands were like catcher's mitts. He was a Golden Gloves contender, made it pretty far. He was about to go into the ring when he saw his gigantic opponent. He turned and ran out of the gym, and never boxed again.


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