Looks like someone hit the slow-mo button on this fight. The punches, the kick, the 20 people standing around with cement shoes on, everything. It's just bizarre. Where's the sense of urgency? At even the slightest whiff of a hey rube I instinctively throw up the fists of fiery and go into my bare knuckled boxer stance. Gotta get that head on a swivel folks.
PS - This is a pretty accurate representation of what I look like these days.
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