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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 339
One I took from my ultimate hero, Muhammad Ali. I did the “Ali shuffle”, then spun
360 degrees. As I returned to “Point A”, I hurled both arms to the side and yelled,
“Wooooo!”
As expected, and hoped, the man was shocked. Surprised. Better yet, quite
confused. He had a “What the fuck?” look on his face. He also dropped his guard.
My swooping right uppercut probably wasn‟t enough to put him out. It‟d slow
him down a lot, sure, but I doubt it would‟ve knocked him out. What it did, to my
everlasting benefit, was stun him. It kept his guard down, and prevented him from
punching for a very long time. Say, three or four seconds.
That‟s a lifetime in the ring. Almost forever and a day.
One-two-three! I stepped in with my best shots. With what was needed to keep
him from putting my tired white ass right where I intended to put his tired black ass. “In
a romance”. I hit him with a right, left, right, the last one a devastating cross I pulled
from way down low. Near my knees. His face looked like one of those scenes from
Rocky, where a man‟s kisser gets so contorted you wouldn‟t think he‟d ever look normal
again. Blood and spit flying ahead of him as he stumbled, the man was able to “find
romance”. He kissed that damned canvas like it was true love.
No one, not the ref or a single person in the crowd, had any doubt when he was
splayed out at my feet. If the count required a thousand instead of ten, I‟d‟ve gone to my
corner and had a cigarette as I watched the ref count his way into oblivion.
a stretcher.
That man was not gettin‟ up. No way in hell. Not without some paramedics and
There was a fight in Tennessee, I believe it was twenty or thirty miles out of
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