Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Continue reading Jerry Howarth Feb This is not a poem, this is a story of a an 83 yr old man, that got away with lying aboat his actual age, so he could box, for the light weight Dallas County Iowa, championship. They of course ask me my age and some other questions related to my boxing experience, to which I lied very convincingly. By the way, the way to lie convincingly is to literally believe yourself what you are lying about.
I had spent hours telling myself the lies I told the Boxing Commission, so they had no doubt about what I told them about my boxing experience. I even had some fake newspaper articles about my boxing experiences that I printed on my home printing press.
I'll tell more about this later in this story. What motivated me to do this, was the current champion was the Grandson of one of my high school classmates that I detested, because he was such a proud blow hard, about every athletically thing he did, from being a baseball pitcher, a running back football player, a wrestler and on and on he bragged about himself.
One time when I could not stomach his bragging and pompous way he walked, I confronted him to his face, actually his chin, as that was as close to his face I stood. He was about 6' 4'' and I was slightly over 6'. I looked him in the eyes and told him I and everyone else in school was sick and tired of his bragging about himself.
He then sneered a me, reached down and grabbed me by the callar of my shirt, and said. Then ol blow hard spread it around that I had attemped to hit him and he "just naturally" defended himself and gave me a little shove. But back to the main part of this story, I had been working out in the city gym, working on my cardio, that's my breathing. I had been keeping up with my physical condition all of my life, so for an 83 yr old man I am in good physical shape.
