But this clearly isn’t grandpas first rodeo because he gives a quick little dipsy doodle, a little shake and bake, then BOOM… hits him with the forearm shiver and it’s goodnight Jim Kyte.
I mean, the guy doesn’t even have shoes on, but the his lunchbox fists and that Hawaiian shirt make short work of this dude.
But if the KO wasn’t bad enough, grandpa dances on his metaphorical grave with the most savage slow count in human history. The crowd behind him going wild… just a glorious scene. My only regret is that gramps is a one-hitter quitter… would’ve loved to see him rearrange this dude’s face for a round or two.
At the end of the day, you gotta know that this old dude has seen some shit and done some shit to even want to fight you in the first place. Sure, he may be past his prime, but he probably killed a man in ‘Nam… do you think he’s afraid of you?
Morale of the story… if you’re on the streets of East Atlanta and a barefoot old man in a Hawaiian shirt says he’ll kick your ass…. he’ll kick your ass.