This happened on Monday. Seriously. On Monday I got in a fistfight with a 50-year-old man. I’m 34. I should note immediately, and in my own defense, that it was a really one-sided fistfight, in that he landed both the punches he threw and that I neither threw nor landed a single punch. He won on all cards. Except that, of course, he didn’t.

Here’s how it went down.

We were playing pick-up basketball, and an out-of-bounds call was disputed. Voices got raised, as is par for the proverbial course (court?). I thought he’d touched the ball last, and he claimed that…

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