the first round, a couple of belts to his head, and i see a glassy look coming over his eyes. jesus christ, a couple of jabs and he's going to fall down? i began to panic a little. i was supposed to be throwing a fight to this guy, and it looked like i was going to end up holding him on his feet... by [the fourth round], if there was anybody in the garden who didn't know what was happening, he must have been dead drunk.