Saturday, my sister and her husband hosted a fight party (the party was actually a small gathering of his co-workers and a few friends...awesome!) for the Gatti/Mayweather bout (Whoa, Lordy! What a beating!!!). Before the fight, my brother-in-law was lamenting about someone stealing his damn muffin from the office 'fridge @ work. "Drop", my sister said. My brother-in-law stood, walked to a clear area of the living room, dropped into a front leaning rest position and proceeded to knock out 10 push-ups. Turns out, my sister has this new policy, 10 push ups for every curse word uttered in the presence of her child. Sounds reasonable enough. For most of the evening, every male, accept for yours truly, performed several sets of push-ups; persistent potty-mouths paying proper penance per profane pronouncement. I went for hours w/o saying anything that would be considered dirty or improper but eventually, even I succumbed to profanity. I left the beer in the freezer too long and