Life is a bowl of cherries.

Saturday, June 09, 2007


As a devotee of wrassling, I sometimes challenge the little guys who always seem to get the upper hand. Here I am, thrown to the floor and then pinned to the ground by one of those grapplers who seems to delight in the victory.
By the time we were done with the match, my opponent was exhausted and made it home just in time for bed.
What he does not know is that I was faking the whole time. I am not the patsy he thinks I am. I think I could take him in two out of three falls. Ok, maybe three out of five. How about seven out of nine? Come on, Jacob...give me a chance will you?