Toe to Toe
"Ladies and Gentlemen, to the millions watching around the world, we now present you with the MAIN EVENT. In the red corner, we have the current contender. Standing six feet tall he is man of many hats, a broadcaster, a reporter, a student, one of the many voices of high school basketball across the area, Rusty JAYYYY. And from the blue corner, we have the current champion. From the darkest depths of the viral caverns, the illness that has waylaid many people before it, the king of the crappy feeling, the restlessness of night, it is in fact the CRUD."That's what it feels like. I feel as if I'm standing toe to toe in the center of the ring with this crap. The Crud towers above me, around me and is taking potshots at me. All I can do is cover up, while trying to deflect the blows. Every once in a while, one of the Crud's punches gets through my guard causing me to wobble. But I won't fall, I may wobble, but my knees will never touch the canvas.
Once in a while, the Crud over extends itself, allowing me to slip in a couple of orange juice fueled jabs. Bap, Bap go my jabs. The Crud doesn't see them as doing damage, but it's just set up for the key knock out punches. Bap, bap. It will be a combination, a heavy left which will stun the Crud causing the Crud's guard to drop followed by a thundering right that will cause the Crud to stagger. Two more swishing lefts will wobble the Crud, causing it to drift to its left opening it up for my finishing right hook, the one where I reach all the way down into Oklahoma for the wind up. BOOM, and the Crud goes down. The Crud is down for the count, not moving, not even trying to beat the bell. It's over and I win.
It's just a matter of time before it happens.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go cover up.
posted by Rusty @ 7:55 AM
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