Lindsey's parents left us this afternoon following a two-day visit. We had a nice time fishing, showing them more of the sites, and devoting a lot of time simply talking. One of the last things we did was gather for a cookout at my uncle James' house. Many of my days and nights were spent in that house—it almost makes me sad that things have changed so much. I still look forward to our get-togethers there.

One of my favorite and most remembered times there happened when I was fourteen. Justin and I stayed up late to watch the end of a Rocky marathon on television. Rocky IV was the last to be shown. I had always liked boxing even though I knew hardly anything about it (just like today). It's simple, but being up late in that living room—the curtains hiding the dark, everyone else asleep upstairs—seeing Rocky avenge his best friend was "awesome." It made me want to box even more.

Watching Rocky Balboa (Rocky VI) was like revisiting memories, much more than just the one above. Plus, I like characters, plain and simple. Rocky movies are full of cheesy, dramatic ones, but characters none the less. I grew attached to them over the years and it was great to see them again. (At one point I thought Clubber Lang said something and I gasped.) I enjoy listening to Rocky's blubbering logic that always turns out to be something greatly philosophical and solid. A sentimental, nostalgic, very biased score: 10/10. A more reasonable view: 8/10.

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