the 6″2′ man approach and thinking<\/span>,”Oh shit.” I took one look at those long arms and knew my strategy. Get in close and work over his ribs.<\/span><\/p>\nAfter 30 seconds of me up close and personal, he pushed me off and took a big swing at my head. I remember it looked so slow, I slipped the punch over my shoulder and punched as he stepped forward. I could feel his body fold around my fist as I hit him in the solar plexus. He went out and dropped like someone turned his lights off. I bend over and said to him, “Thanks for your blood.” Just about this moment a Sheriff’s helicopter swept in from the ocean with one of those million power lights that turned every man into a black and white silhouette. The parking lot filled with flashing lights with cops pointing shotguns at us. I was so proud. Oh our DC explained who we were. They thought we were gang-bangers and when they found out who we were, they were gone in seconds. Thank you Dad. Thanks to my father, I had many adventures with him. Ocean fishing for years, launched a 28′ Wellcraft over a wave in Mexico, our guest said he would never go with us again. I raced desert for 15 years, visited every hospital in the desert multiple times. Paintball for many years, killed everyone in a Vietnam village field. As enrollment manager for Big Stick I used paint ball guns and grenades as a tool to spot-weld our commitment to how many men we were putting into the weekend. Had a division meeting at a construction site with teams attacking a team in a foxhole. I had to start an attack over when one man threw a grenade into the foxhole, but forgot to pull the pin. <\/span>He actually did hit a guy in the head, so I did have to check for blood. \n<\/span><\/p>\nAs always, thank you Dad. <\/span><\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Fred Boyles Guest Writer My father Fred M Boyles Sr. He was an elegantly simple Irishman. He married my mom at 21 when I was on the way. He was never afraid to work long hours. He was a mechanic for a year or two and then moved to the island Guam when I was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":18224,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"default","ast-site-content-layout":"","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5823","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-features","category-recognizing-dad"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
My Father Fred M Boyles Sr. - Checking for Blood - MDI - Mentoring men to live with excellence - Men's Teams<\/title>\n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n\t \n\t \n\t \n \n \n \n\t \n\t \n\t \n