Mountains of snow just kept falling. It was the first round and while shoveling I couldn’t help but remember my first argument in the parking lot. At this point I’d shoveled me a few lanes but the snow just kept coming. Headed into round two I saw my ex-wife’s face in the ice so I shoveled some more. I couldn’t help but glance over while noticing the spirit of the guy who died of an overdose on the curb cheering me on. The snow flakes just kept coming. It’s amazing what goes through your mind when you’re shoveling the snow. Almost to the third round I felt a sharp glimpse of fear cross my mind. Maybe I should get a flamethrower. What if I were to die in this next round. I recalled a tussle with a coworker wanting to fight to the death. A thought in my head about death crossed my mind again. Headed into the twelfth round I realized that it was just me and the snow left in the stadium. Tired and exhausted, to be honest even after reading over 100 books I was never satisfied, I needed more to satisfy my soul. The truth is that I had no home to go to and I couldn’t tap out or ring the bell, I had to win this fight with old man winter or the entire world would freeze. Once the snow stopped, I knew I had him. I got my second wind and went and got my electric snow blower to finish the job. There were no rules in this brawl, just me and old man winter. Once the snow stopped, I delivered the knockout blow after 4hrs of shoveling the driveway, I did it. The 10 to 12 foot conquering was complete. While leaving to go in, there were no fans, just me and my shovel. It was back to business. Sweating under my snow gear I knew this wasn’t my last brawl. Old man winter would be back, headed inside I rested up and stayed on guard for the next blizzard. I had a strange feeling that this wasn’t our final showdown.
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