Well. Unc used to come into the small exercise room at the the YMCA in Pittsburg about the 1st or 2nd round of Dad and I sparring every Mon, Wed, & Fri. One time Dad was hitting me with his right had over my left jab and Unc said in the middle of round, "Mike. You keep dropping your left after you jab." The next jab I threw, Dad tried the same right hand he had been hitting me with and I blocked it. Dad stepped back and said I had been telling you that for 2 weeks and you would just argue with me. I said, "well....he's your older brother and you told me to listen to him." Unc was always in my corner when I was fighting in the Golden Gloves whether he was there or not. Because he was always there in that little exercise room at the Y with Dad and I for all of those years. Miss you Unc. God Bless.