Late in the third round, Mike bit my precious little girl on the ear. When she turned to compliain to the official, he suckerpunched my princess and knocked her silly.
You've made some bad choices in your life, Mike, but to take it out on a kindergartner... You just crossed the wrong Daddy. I'm not much of a fighter, but I'm a helluva biter...and I think I can take you. And if that don't work, I'm going straight for your testosterone-shrivelled raisins.
Yes, I'm full of crap. Again.
My little girl has her Daddy's agility, and a habit of stopping her momentum with her face.