by Taste of Death on Sat Jun 10, 2017 8:59 pm
My dad boxed in the 1959 NCAA's, the last year they held the NCAA championship. One of the competitors died. They cancelled the competiton. Shit happens.
"It was already late. Night stood murkily over people, and no one else pronounced words; all that could be heard was a dog barking in some alien village---just as in olden times, as if it existed in a constant eternity." Andrey Platonov