Hey, Mrs. Peel how are ya.
Yeah, it should be a great night. There's a ritual that has come into being that is not to be missed by anyone who likes boxing and comes to NY to catch a good bout. Generally it starts at the Blarney Stone on 32nd St. at about 5:30, 6 pm and ends in a loud, dimly-lit neighborhood pub at o'dark thirty Sunday morning, usually in midtown or on the upper west side.
I've been trying to make the most of these past two weeks in anticipation of my starting a new position that I accepted a few days back. Cramming in as much as I can is a more apt description; yesterday i shot 27 holes (9 morning, 18 after lunch) of golf up in Westchester, I've got the fights tonight, a family get together tomorrow, etc. - the whole schmear. Life is short, you gotta work hard and make the most of your free time when the opportunity arises. And sometimes, when work overloads and consumes you, you have to force the opportunity to present itself.
Enough philosophy; back to boxing :)
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