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BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 274<br />

pounds and you may come to grasp my position. Even a poor quality heavyweight boxer<br />

hits hard. It‟s no fun to be on the wrong end of his punches, so I made it my practice to<br />

avoid them whenever I could.<br />

We got in the ring and someone rang a bell. He and I started circling, both<br />

moving to our right. I knew he was sizing me up, as I was him, so I gave him a bit to<br />

think about as he looked me over. After every third or fourth step I‟d let fly with a<br />

snapping left jab, always hooking him in the face. It wasn‟t doing him any real physical<br />

damage, other than a bloody nose by the fourth punch, but it was getting me something I<br />

wanted. I was pissing him off.<br />

He was supposed to be good. I was a banged up cripple the association wouldn‟t<br />

even let in the ring. I‟m sure he thought I wouldn‟t even last one full round, yet I was the<br />

only one scoring any points. A boxer is awarded points based on the number of punches<br />

thrown, even more by the number that land, even more when a punch does some damage,<br />

better yet when it draws blood. The boxer gets a bag full of points for a knockdown, and<br />

scoops the whole board for a TKO or a knockout.<br />

Now I had him getting mad at me, so he tried taunting me. “You sure that gimpy<br />

fuckin‟ leg ain‟t hurtin‟ bad, motherfucker?”<br />

“Your Mama said she wasn‟t gonna say anything after I fucked her. Why‟d she<br />

tell you, asshole? Maybe I oughta stop fuckin‟ her, huh?”<br />

Little things like that can become big things in a boxing match. This guy was<br />

white, so there was no racial angle, but he was also not too bright. In a battle of wits with<br />

this monkey, I was drawing down on an unarmed man. He tried a few more shots at me<br />

and I had him even questioning what a slut his mother must be with all I said to jeer him<br />

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