Max was telling his son about his days as a prize fighter.
"The bell rang and we met in the center of the ring. I threw a left hook, and he got me with a right cross. It was brutal."
The son was proud of his father's courage.
"Then in the second round I took a couple of shots, but held my ground. By the third round I had my opponent worried."
"Did you really?" his son asked.
"You bet, he thought that he had killed me."