Every man’s been down for the count -- knowing and yet not knowing. Every man has a phantom limb. And every man knows why a five-year-old boy lingers by a window waiting for his daddy to come home.

Like Big Dan’s right hand landing on my dad’s jaw, confusion hits hardest when it comes from out of nowhere. Or so it seems. Life doesn’t always make sense, but every man must learn to fight confusion. So how does a man fight confusion? With his guard up and with his eyes wide open, because confusion never fights fair.