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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 102
struck were more victory for Greg than Bill. That old saying is true, although I‟ll modify
one word. Never slug a black guy in the head with your fist unless you want to break
your hand. It‟s true. Every black guy I ever fought had a head like granite. You simply
don‟t punch those guys that way with your fist. Not unless you get a kick out of breaking
bones in your hand.
When Terrell came at me, I forgot for a moment. In a rapid spatter, I bet I jabbed
him half a dozen times in the sides and top of his head. It felt like maybe I‟d broken a
couple bones! Jesus Christ, it was like slugging a cement wall!
I know my punches hurt him because he screeched in pain. They didn‟t do me a
helluva lot of good, either. I revised my assault and used jabs directly into his ears,
which can stun a man, even knock him out. I pummeled the sides of his face, and
managed to get a few shots at his nose and mouth, but he kept lowering his head so I
couldn‟t reach it. While he wasn‟t doing any damage to me, I was afraid he would if I let
him in too close. I know I‟d‟ve wanted to be in close on his body, because I would‟ve
broken half a dozen of his ribs if I could‟ve gotten into position.
Then he did two of the things I‟ve always had on my “super no-no” list. You
don‟t ever slap, bite, or spit on Bill Cady. Not unless you‟re ready to kill him, or you
want Bill to kill you. That‟s a very, very, very bad idea.
Terrell slapped my face, on the right side, then bit my left wrist.
I saw nothing but red. This motherfucker’s goin’ down! I shoved him away as
hard as I could, then commenced a furious blitz on his face with my fists.
He hunkered down, covering his face with his fists, making it impossible to hit
anything but the backs of his hands.
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