What is wrong with me?

Well, my Auntie Annie, wife (ex-wife? No - widow. That's the word I'm fumbling for: Widow), okay, widow of my late Uncle Sardonicus... well, keep reading as it pleases you to do so.

You Couldn't Pay Me to Do That...

 ...but they tried.

Right after coffee and breakfast, I checked my email and discovered that Giant Eagle is offering - well, check the screen shot.

The Old One-Two

"Give him the old one-two!" one guy advised me.

"Kick him in the nuts!" another guy said with enthusiasm.

"Jack?" a tough, experienced school yard fighter addressed me quietly, "This guy ain't tough. Land one right on the end of his nose, and the fight's over."

And that's what I did, and he was right. The nose bled copiously, and the fight was over. I thanked him for his advice, and he just shrugged.

"You helped me out in drafting class, so..."

Well, he was right. I did help him when he needed it.

Somebody just handed me the old one-two.

Coming Soon to a Major City Near You!

By now everyone has heard of the brawl in Cincinnati, Ohio. My immediate reaction was to write some sort of inflammatory statement about it, involving the necessity of arming yourself for the occasion coupled with racial slurs. Then I decided to wait and see what might develop, and I'm sort of glad I did.

Keep reading for my own one-sided opinion and some possible enlightenment.