not that I recommend it for others. Two years ago, on the ride home from a few days at the NYS Golden Gloves' finals, my son asked me if I had ever been knocked out cold in a fight? I had not, in 329 bouts.

Upon arriving home, my dogs were so happy to see me that they knocked me over. I hit the back of my fat head on a sturdy counter, and was knocked very unconscious. Luckily, my boy was carrying my stuff into the house, and found me.Being Irish by nature, I waited the required 48 hours before seeking medical attention. The symptoms refused to go away in that time period.

Long story long, I spent some time in the ICU. My brain had a pool of blood on it, and there wasa section of what the good doctors called "dead brain matter." Anyhow, I can honestly say that I haven't been in a bad mood since then .....at least that I can remember. But I will say that "dead brain matter" sounds like a Trump cult war cry: "Dead brains matter! Dead brains matter!"