Years ago when my father’s mother died and he was about to fly down to her funeral, my mother said to him, “Take your mouthguard.” Why? There was a history of brawling in that side of the family. Slug it out, fall down bleeding and then get up and go have a beer together. They’re strong, tough people who led a hard, hard life of poverty in the slums. The other side of the family? Crazy, wild, brooding, dramatic people with long memories and smart mouths.
I have a long memory. I have a smart mouth. I’m about to go into battle in the next week. I have my mouth guard. Bring it.