I’ve been called many things in life but one would not equate me to being a “man’s man.”  You know, the guy who gets into bar fights for exercise.  The man who prefers to eat his steak while it’s still grazing.  The man who doesn’t use band-aids but prefers, instead, to cauterize his wounds with a lighter.  I know being a man’s man is in the family.  My great-grandfather fell off a bridge while doing repairs when a cable snapped and whacked him off the support he was on.  Yes, off a bridge.  Yes, he lived many years later to tell the tale, without complaint.  Then there was my grandfather who served in the Navy.  My father has been known to cut himself up pretty good, especially while roofing.  Me, well, I’ve been known to strain an eye staring at a computer screen too long. 

Well this week, I was able to catch a glimpse into the future and I’m seeing the beginning stages of a new Austin man’s man. While spending some time at Papa P’s farm (another man’s man.. the guy has his own fishing pond!) Ryan had a chance to catch his own fish and show off his recently acquired black eye.  Now, the black eye came from falling out of bed but a real man’s man never explains the black eye, he just wears it proudly!