When my grandpa Wilson was a kid, the town had a hero. The hero’s name was James and he could beat anyone in a fight. James once got blocked in on both sides on a bridge by some guys from a rival school. They wanted to beat him up, but he had a baseball bat. James jumped out of his car with the bat and beat up 8 guys. He was tough and everyone knew it.
One day my Grandpa and James got into a fist fight. They were both swinging and my Grandpa somehow managed to black James’s eye. James won the fight but everyone at school thought my grandpa was a grand champion because he had given James that unbelievable black eye. For two whole weeks afterwards Grandpa was famous.