the re: "Packy" Gunter's standup composed at 2am on a cold rainy night + comment

[Michael Eisenstadt]

>From fpgunter@hotmail.com 

Sat Nov 8 02:55:32 2003 

re: Subject: leaning on the parapet in the sun at the post office 

no sun this morning, last May i did lean on the parapet in the sun
at the postoffice corner of 6th & Guadaloupe talking with subscriber
Saati. we both have POBoxes there.

Packy used to be a barroom brawler when in the Navy and the battle
of life retains its interest for him. life as struggle is an
appropriate metaphor and more than a metaphor. boys fight in the 
street as children and not a few continue into teenage years and 
beyond "behind the Dumpster" as the saying goes.

I came close to being badly beaten when in the Army but stood down
after unwisely accepting a challenge. Close call actually, scares
me when I think about it even today close to 50 f..... years later.

I shouldnt leave out the fact that my challenger wanted to beat
up a Jew he said.

The interrogater attached to the Green Beret outfit that freaked
out after seeing half an Iraqi being dragged off has had his
cowardice indictment reduced to dereliction of duty. happened this 
week. he was a trained interrogater POW but not a professional
Green Beret who are inured to manhandling body parts.

MikeE.

>From: Michael Eisenstadt 
>To: austin-ghetto-list@pairlist.net 
>Subject: leaning on the parapet in the sun at the post office 
>Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 09:30:54 -0500 
>i shoulda stuck with running my mouth. i really 
>get off on hitting the keyboard and LOVE digital 
>polemics if they can be kept non personal, above 
>board and of the highest moral stamp 
>Mike E.   

No shit, Shylock.  I, if you'll forgive me, was planning on 
a sanctioned single elimination tournament--single elim as a 
way to be fair and still minimize ring time--to, in part, 
determine the real unlimited weight class champ, but 
primarily as a fund-raiser against no telling what manner 
of rainy days.  I think that we'll have to disregard weight 
as a selection variable, seeing's how it's like the ole 
pint of diminishing sums,i.e., the same suet that allowed 
BB to knock the bejeebers out of Wimply 'round the 18 yard 
line now is packed all up in and around BB's heart and 
circuit system.  Not to mention backs and knees.  Also, 
since the founding dustup happened outside the ring, 
authenticity of historicity demands that we forego rings, 
gloves, headgear and rules.  If it's to be Marquis 
d'Roughhouse, then, furthermore, we have to allow kicking 
and a modicum of biting, though eye-gouging should be 
totally eschewed, for reasons of the obvious potential 
for medical profiteering.

Or one border of the ring could be plate glass, to add 
drama with the addition of just a skosh more authenticity 
and risk.  Remember, it would be counter-productive to 
incur more injury expense than net proceeds with which 
to salt the fund.  And there has to be some sort of cash 
prize sequence to motivate the needy or the prideful.  

As these bouts would exist primarily to make money, I 
also think it would be reasonable for well-heeled perps 
to buy their way out of each round of competition; to 
buy a bye, just like rich Yankees bought conscript 
sub/proxy fighters during The Civil War.  Except it 
might be wise to stipulate that the competitor of 
record be required to do his own fighting during the 
championship bout.  Otherwise, the quest for glory 
could devolve into just a clash determined by 
superior levels of disposable income. 
  
fpgunter