A group of multicultural young adults steps out of an alley led by a young woman who appears to be Polynesian. She points at me. “Him! Knock him out!”
“Is this the knockout game,” I ask.
“Yes,” she growls.
“OK, but you’re making a big mistake.”
“We’ll see who is making a mistake!” barks the man on her right, a striking blond with sparkling blue eyes. He steps forward and punches me in the face. As usual, nothing happens. He stares at me with dulled comprehension then looks back at the girl. “I don’t know what went wrong!” he says.
“Dude,” I say. “Your stance was not optimizing your power. Bend your knees a little more, then pivot your back foot when you swing. It gives you more power.”
A general ruckus starts among the group, and some of them stifle laughter.
He comes back at me and swings. I watch his footwork and note approvingly that he has distributed his weight more evenly, pivoted his back foot on the swing as I asked, and rolled his shoulder a bit in the windup as a natural byproduct of the improved footwork. His punch lands squarely on my right temple, and he recoils, cradling his hand.”
“That was better,” I say. “Could you feel the difference?”
He nods and I can see tears welling up in his eyes.
Colletta addresses their leader. “Are you Inuit?”
She smiles. “Yeah! Thanks so much for saying that instead of Eskimo!”
“You’re welcome!” says Colletta. “I hate cultural insensitivity. I’m Colletta, by the way.”
She extends her hand. “Ashley. A pleasure to meet you!” She looks to her left. “Juan, can you please knock him out?”
“Oh yes, of course!” says agreeable Juan. He steps up to me. “I am going to knock you out, motherfucker!”
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