Oh that's wonderful, Jay.

Nostalgia, beautifully captured.

It left me with goosebumps.

It took me back decades. I could smell the old school gym and felt the coarse hemp ropes against my arms.

That bell went through you. Eyes fixed. Barely time to swallow. You are on and pitched into conflict.

I felt the loneliness and the blows and what I later learned was the adrenaline barely holding back the fear.

That was in the school days when it was the way of things.

Only those that have stepped into the ring between the second and third ropes will know. The pride and the pain. The hard-earned respect.

Yes, some short-lived moments of adulation, but there was always a Scotty lurking and eager to deliver a brutal lesson requiring the intervention of the referee.

An education - Old school.