first week of school in fourth grade. I go home. I'm like, hey dad, the kids like, they told me,

choose you out. You know what that is? And he goes, know how they say it. And I said, well, it's like,

choose you out. I'm going to see you after school and we're going to fight. And he goes, oh, okay. So I remember being a fourth grade, my dad's like, okay, so I'm going to teach you out a fight.

Okay.

And so here I am, you know, in my garage, in the suburbs,

going, oh my God, okay, I got a fight.

My grandmother comes out and she comes out and she's like, right, that looks good.

She was, I don't know why she was about, she goes, that looks good.

And she says, and she goes, now listen, you make sure that he takes off his rings,

okay?

Because we don't know if they fight dirty.

And so I was like, okay, rings, got it.

And then she comes and she says,

and you cover your stuff, son.

And I was like, what?

And she puts her hand down by, you know, like her crotch area. And she's like, what? And she puts her hand down by, you know,

like her crotch area.

And she's like, you protect those.

So one hand up, make sure there's no rings.

And I remember thinking like, this is crazy.

I looked over at my dad.

And he's kind of like, I just let her say what she's going to say and then we go back and he's like okay you hold your hands like this you move like this because your heart rate's gonna come up because it's fine. He goes this fight's only going to last a couple seconds.

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