I don't like to lose. What is the point of that? No point in that.

This is a hard story to tell. Not so much because it is unbelievable as you will no doubt completely believe this story. It is just still a sore subject with me because I lost. I don't like to lose. What is the point of that? No point in that. So heres the story and I will dedicate it to Laurie. When I was a kid I had asthma and was sick a lot. My mom thought it may help me physically if I did something more physical than playing drums or riding motorcycles so she signed me up for Karate classes. I went all through elementary school and finally around eight grade was qualified to try for my "black-belt". Big deal you know? I was going to get it. I had went for years and worked really hard to get to that point. No way I wouldn't get it. None. Well to get your "black-belt" in the Karate class that I attended one must win a "spar" or fight with another who was qualified for their own "black-belt". The winner got the belt the loser was a loser. Not sure what happened to them. It wasn't until the actual time of the match that I learned who I had to fight. You see this all happened in Houston, Mo and their weren't many kids my age in Karate at that time but there was one. And I loved her. Cant say actual, full blown love but at 13 yrs old, after years of working out behind and watching Nita Casebeer in Karate class every week, it was close enough to love for me. She had probably been the reason I stuck with Karate. To see her every week. We were always matched up together but only in practices and I would never NEVER hit Nita! I couldn't! She was pretty and had big brown eyes and was always so nice and determined. I loved watching her hit the bag because she HIT the bag like it did something to her. So here we are and before I process the information, Nita and I are facing each other and our instructor says "FIGHT!" Oh Hell, Nita sweet Nita, came at me like a possessed Bruce Lee! Arms flying like a windmill in a tornado, throwing everything she had learned at me in all those years I had been watching her. And I was blocking every one of them! Nothing was coming through, nothing. She couldn't touch me, I was invincible. But to win I was going to have to either wear her down on hitting me or hit her. A thought that I couldn't even ponder. But if I didn't do something soon this chick was going to kill me! So as I am blocking for my life and black-belt and thinking the unthinkable she suddenly shifted strategies and stopped, looked me square in the eye and kicked me square in the balls! I never did get my black belt Nita and even though I am no more interested in hitting you today than I was then if you did want a rematch, I have a strategy of my own. Steel cup! Love you dear, Dave