Down for the count

I think Joel had a little too much catnip last night after work. I'm going to have to beat him like Williams beat Tyson. It'll take four rounds of pummling, but in the end Joel will fall face first on to the canvas and cry like a little girl. I'll raise my mighty fists skyward and hug my trainer, Van Dam.

Joel's bloodied, battered, bruised body will be swept over the edge of the ring, never to be found again.

Anyway, Bozzy's pool hall is shutting down in Rocky. It'll reopen in two weeks under the name of the Fish Bowl. It's not like I went to Bozzy's too often, but I'm not going to the fish bowl ever. What a crappy name.