Since you missed it, here’s how the fight went. I started it off with some punch combos that left him without any memory of summer camp, 1987. He kicked me so hard that for a second, I thought my parents were proud of me. I flew up into the air, yelled so loud that three neighborhood dogs died of fright, then kicked three entire trees at him. One was evergreen, one grew inedible cherries and I forget the third because he deflected it with such force that history was rewritten and I only threw 2 trees. I’m the only one who remembers 3 trees. Do you know how that makes me feel?