Been doing the rope-a-dope all my life.
Arms raised, covering up, absorbing the blows. The strategy being to wear out my opponent to the point where I can suddenly knock him on his ass when he least suspects it.
The jokes on me, 71 years down the road. I am the one who is tired, I am the one who is worn out.
Thinking about dropping my arms.
How much worse can it get?
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