| It was a sight to see. A left and a right, another left, an uppercut, dancing on their toes, one of them floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee, the other, relentless, straight forward, an offensive lineman trying to corner his lighter, quicker, lippier opponent. As sure as the smell of burnt toast wafts across the breakfast tables of rural Montana, the smell of sweaty, middle aged, wanna-be warriors, both of whom had consumed several bowls of homemade chili within the hour, filled the living room of my house. Butterbean Stokes and Sugar Ray Hollenback, two contrasts in style with one common goal.....bragging rights to a long running feud. More details to follow. |
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