< bgcolor="#808080" text="#63C6DE" link="purple" vlink="blue"alink="silver">Mrs. lands a crashing left blow to the head and Joe falls to the canvas!!
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He's Out!
Mrs. the DKE wins by a Knock Out!!
BELL
Mrs. doesn't even want to rest!
Joe is obviously tired. He has minor cut above the right eye. He has gash below the right eye. He has a bloody lip.
It breaks your heart. It is designed
to break your heart.
The game begins in the spring when everything
else begins again and it blossoms in summer, filling
the afternoons and evenings and then as soon as
the chill rains come,
it stops
and leaves you to face the fall alone.
You count on it. Rely on it to buffer the passage
of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high
skies alive and then just when the days are all twilight,
when you need it most,
it stops.
A. Bartlett Giamatti