The Champ... LOL. Speaking of boxing, when we lived on Rangely, and I was about 6, the neighbors would set up a ring in a vacant lot across from our house. They would then put big gloves on us kids and have us battle it out. I used to always be paired with a kid we called "Dougie Boy", that's what his mom called him. Wasn't much of a battle, and I felt bad after knocking down. What kind of people would take 6 year olds and have them duke it out. I'm not sure mom was aware as she was very protective of us kids... especially me. The other kids on the block were allways chasing me. Those Wilson brothers... big and mean. I guess that's where I learned how to run fast as they could never catch me. Mom caught them chasing me and gave them what for. "He's half your size!".