Picking wising

Like many other things in life, it's best to pick your mate wisely. That I seem to have done so. And history will one day verify to that.

Same goes for the fights. While some will be appear at your doorstep without beckoning, others you will have the luxury of choosing. Twelve years ago, almost to the day, an intriguing little number landed in my mailbox. Now that I'm recalling more details, it was actually forwarded - meaning that someone else had simply deferred their fight to me. I don't remember how many, if any, punches I threw. But like the times of my youth, they would have been lively (these days, I opt for gnarly, guerilla tactics - I'll be fighting, but you won't see it). With an additional decade of wisdom now soundly behind me, I am reminded that I was right and that the antagonist was only slightly above brainless. But time has also taught me not to reignite old battles, especially those that serve principle alone for if people didn't listen then, they won't listen now. But to the Montreal chapter of the NSBE (the irony!), I hope your intellect and sensibilities eventually reached beyond what you demonstrated back in 1995...