We had dinner in the bar at El Gaucho last night when some very large men, almost as wide as they were tall, came in. We figured they were with the Mayweather-Mitchell boxing match. So E starts chatting up one of the very large men, asking how the weigh-in went, offering to buy the guy a drink. He asked if we were going to see the fight and E said he couldn’t afford the good seats ($350!).
A few minutes later the guy gives us a couple comp tickets for the fight.
Tonight we’re going to see a professional boxing match at the Rose Garden. All my kung fu friends are jealous.