I looked in the mirror and saw a blood-red left eye staring back. The more I rolled it to the right, the redder it appeared, as if it had been a punching bag for a few of Muhammad Ali’s right jabs.
But there also was a long, red scratch on my left forearm, a notch of red on the back of my hand and a bruise on my right leg.
And then there was my wife, who had a large, soft knot on her left temple and scuffs on her knuckles. Her knee was stiff and her hand so sore she barely could squeeze a fork.