Do you think you could beat your father in a fight? What about when he was in his prime? My uncle asked this very question at my fatherâ€™s birthday dinner last weekend, and my father, without a hint of irony or humour, gazed straight into my eyes and told me he would â€˜massacreâ€™ me, even now. Heâ€™s 59 years old with a hernia and a beer gut, I am 25. The hubris. This simply wonâ€™t stand. Something must be done.
I am going to break your nose, old man. Not now, not today, while youâ€™re old and feeble and your best years are behind you. Thereâ€™d be no satisfaction in that, thereâ€™d be no challenge. No, father, Iâ€™m going to go back to the 1980â€™s, Iâ€™m going to find you, and Iâ€™m going to make you wish Iâ€™d never been born. Continue reading