Bock-sing MIATCH!

Tonight, after our pre fast food snack'age, which consisted of old noodles and horrible tuna fish (Yechhhhhh). Some Bochurim decided to casually begin a boxing match in the room next door. I was calmly chatting on the phone to my beloved Mammy, when the whole racket began. After hanging up, I went into the other room to quiet down the squaggle (huh?) and somehow got swept up in this prepostrous petty game. Leave it to some crisply burned out Ottawa Bochurim's brains to make up this game. Basically, it consists of putting on a pair of hockey gloves and beating the KAK out of your opponent. Uh, don't take that literally. The rules are: No hitting above the neck or below the belt (Why obviously). Trust me it's so much fun!!