If you look in the “friends” gallery (or maybe it’s in the “old school” gallery) you’ll find some pictures of Ken Baby. There are a lot of stories that can be told about the Ken Baby and believe me not all of them can be told here. I mean that some of them are not suitable for your tender ears. One that I can tell happened back when he had come to Pensacola from Texas. Kenny was a boxer and was ranked #10 in the state of Texas at the time. He was in pretty good shape and wanted to continue fighting in Florida. He needed a sparring and workout partner. I was working out at the time so in a moment of brilliance I voluntered. We worked out, ran and sparred and got ourselves in pretty fair condition… at least for boxing… but not for drinking. In fact, we didn’t drink at all. In another moment of brilliance we decided to break training and have a couple of beers. So we did. We each had two. That’s all it took. Then we decided to go back to Kenny’s where we had a ring set up and go a few rounds. After we slipped on the gloves and climbed into the ring I looked at Kenny, held my hands out to my side and asked, “Who’s gonna ring the bell?” That’s when Kenny fired a straight right into my left eye and laughingly yelled “DING!”. The shot was solid enough to immediately close my eye. He followed with a rapid fire series of left and rights while I covered up and tried to shake off the effects of having my bell rung. Kenny was throwing left-right-left-right-left-rights in a steady stream. I waited until I felt a shot to the right side of my head. Then I dropped my left shoulder and threw my favorite punch: a digging left hook to the body. At the time I could throw that punch with enough power to stop a wildly swinging 90lb heavy bag and leave a deep fist-sized depression in the bag. The shot caught Kenny under the ribs on his right side and with the combination of his being on his toes and the two beers, he began that sideways stumble to his left. When he hit the ropes he somersaulted right out of the ring and right onto his father. We didn’t know it but his dad had decided to catch a little sack time in our “gym” (the ring was set up in his father’s building that was used to house his construction equipment). Did I forget to mention that it was a little after 2am. His dad was a little pissed off at being disturbed and came in to see what all the commotion was about. When I saw, with one eye, what had happened I took off. Later we had a pretty good laugh about the whole thing. Have you ever tried to ride your scooter using only one eye? Mine didn’t open for a week.