Again With The Beatings!

sometimes i really miss wrestling and jiu jitsu. i miss being in outlandishly good shape. i miss knowing that i am as mean and tough as anyone weighing even remotely what i do could possibly be. most of all, i miss throwing the beatdown on a daily basis. i was reminded of that this evening when my buddies, chris and eddie, came into the bar tonight for some debauchery. the two delicate boys are welterweight ufc fighters...chris actually holds the belts for welterweight mixed martial arts fighting for oregon and washington. we like to play around, and i can hang with both of them move for move--we usually end up beating on each other pretty good when we hang out (not so much eddie tonight seeing as he has a bout this weekend). the problem is, i know for a fact that i am so out of shape that with anyone in my own weightclass, i would most likely have to tap after the first round for loss of wind! good lord, what a steady regimen of alcohol, cigarettes and general debauch will get you after four or five years...yeah, i could drink any three people i know under the table back to back, but what good does that really do me? i think this summer may be the time for me to find a new line of work and quit with the really late night hours...you hear that, d, no more aussie time for me!
not to fear, doc forkbeard is not hanging up his party hat completely, i just think it is sufficient to be able to drink any two folks under the table. three is sometimes excessive.