My brother almost got in a fight yesterday.
Let’s talk about Matt for a moment.
When we lived in Omaha, we’d visit the gorilla house at the zoo. The silver backs used to enjoy charging the glass to scare the visitors (which brings up some interesting discussions about just who was observing who) and while grown men were jumping back, he would stand right in front with his nose to the glass.
When we lived in NJ, he got hit in the face with a tow hook. Went back to playing as soon as he got back from having the stitches put in.
All of this was before he was 8.
He’s 6’4” and a solid 190, has a high tolerance for pain and no fear at all.
I really pity the dumb redneck who thinks he can “whip his ass.”
He made the wise decision to not actually fight, but damn that would have been fun to watch.
