Down goes Frazier!
Just when I thought I hit williesytles with my best shot (for an amateur) he goes BIG WILLIE STYLE on me.
Here I have the Tracy Fire Department on standby, when what I really needed was a cut man, Angelo Dundee and Mills Lane to step in between us when I stopped throwing punches.
My wife comes back from the mailbox and hands me this package. I note the sender and I proceed to open it up. Amongst the contents of this treasure trove of puros was a literal cornucopia of who's who in terns of smoking pleasure:
A nice Padilla Torpedo (body shot, body shot), what looked like a Night Stick from Rocky Patel, a little something from Gispert, a Padron of some sort, and a Punch (no pun intended, that's when I thought I heard my corner shouting "stick and move, stick and move").
Still reeling from those body shots he unloads on me with a sharp upper cut, grazes me on the chin lands a Opux X Petit (bam) followed by a DPG Torpedo (bam, bam). I feel my legs going out from under me, my mind is saying go down, go down, but, my legs will not follow orders. Then he catches me flush with a Por Larranga Petit from way back in the day, an even greater aged Bolivar Petit Corona and flattens me with a Partagas Shorts.
The last thing I remember was the referee pulling out a calculator to use for counting me out.
NICE HIT BIG WILLIE, NICE HIT