Sound the death march......bring out the funeral flowers......wear all black, for upon this day 26 January in the year Two thousand three, my lucky boxers have finally died. They served me ever since Junior year in high school. I wore them every band and choir concert, homecoming dances, both proms, countless tests and speechs, and any other important event.....I think I even wore them when I was a groomsman for my bro's wedding.....good times....good times...