You sound like a jerk or a nice guy according to MY tone in MY mind.
Crying is for clowns. When the world slaps down the clown and it is then, a woman, (or a man) that stands to the scratch line, crying is over. Time to even up.
It is a bare fist boxing term, from before rings, rules and referees. A line in the dirt. The fight is not over, until your opponent can no longer stand to the line.
i don't have a nordstroms credit card.By not having a Nordstroms card.
Jesus fuck! Even up means to meet at the line? To do what in reality?It is a bare fist boxing term, from before rings, rules and referees. A line in the dirt. The fight is not over, until your opponent can no longer stand to the line.
Often the crowd would not let you go down and tossed you back unconscious, to be beaten to death. That is when rings and rules and referees came in. Gloves were much later.
I never did that. We would go round and round like Olive Oil punching at Popeye. Then someone would land one and draw blood. So, like sword play we would fight to first blood, and that was, you know, lip, nose, eyebrow, in that order of lucky. We never even considered body blows. Try not to run, try not to just windmill the fists. By the time I was 15 I could aim and so could George Bolton, my long time neighbor, nemesis.
So I naturally began developing ideas around, non-invasive pain application, which I study to this day. It sprang into my mind at the proper moment of focus.My last barefisted fight lasted so long, my opponent and I had to take a break to catch our breath. Then we went at it again, plenty of blood, both of us got our asses kicked.I never did that. We would go round and round like Olive Oil punching at Popeye. Then someone would land one and draw blood. So, like sword play we would fight to first blood, and that was, you know, lip, nose, eyebrow, in that order of lucky. We never even considered body blows. Try not to run, try not to just windmill the fists. By the time I was 15 I could aim and so could George Bolton, my long time neighbor, nemesis.
We simultaneous popped each others left eyebrow open and blood went everywhere! We so shocked, and horrified at the sight and the PAIN, we both burst out crying and fell into each others arms promising to never fight again. And we didn't.
By the time I was 17 I was just about to climb the stairs to an un-lighted squatters', Head Shop, and my new destiny. But, I was going to a very rough high school and fighting was required. By then, I realized we could both be severely injury. So, I developed a sort of front kick defense, and did not care about, the "hey, no fair!"
I don't like to injury people, I didn't want my Dad to find out.
It sprang into my mind at the proper moment of focus.
Got called out for a fight, in the gym. Coaches gone, doors lookouts set, girls in the stands, abandoning basketball self drills. WTFF!!!?? So, the guy would have been an OK match for me...behind the gym with a scratch line. But, this just seemed like spectacle to this young boy from Texas.
So I walk up, he began his guard, (it OCCURRED to me) So, I slapped him with my strong left, wide ham palm, swinging from behind my hip with everything I had. He went down. And then though there was no line, he was unwilling to come to scratch. He actually kept repeating, "no fair!!"
Today of course, it much more vicious and easier to be injured. And therefore my, go to, is not necessarily a slap. But, the concept was born. And a giant slap takes the fight right out of almost anyone.
Where were you that your thugergy used an actual line? Sound commonweath, not hillbilly.
Yeah, various wrapping and of course, cheating occurred, powders and pieces, known or slipped in on either side. The evolution of the glove and cheating are dual track.
Gloves now, in boxing are to give sure knockouts and separate the true beasts. They weigh 16oz plus hand wrappings. Hammers that are arm tiring, fitness calibrators to hold up and defend or droop them slightly and drop to the canvas, hearing the coo-coo birds. 
I've been told that it wouldn't raise prices either. No need to worry about $300 candy bars.
Think of how quickly one could pay off a house. 2 year mortgages would be common.
Not me, I would take out a huge loan and then only work an hour a day.
Well that would only make sense if we had inflation, and the BLS says we don't have any.
My 1 hour a day will be spent dipping fries at McDonalds.
So what you are trying to say is that increasing the minimum wage to $1,000 per hour will increase the prices of things?
I'm no mathamatician or ecominist, but maybe??