The first rule of Slappy Hands is...

THERE ARE NO RULES IN SLAPPY HANDS. Xavier took full advantage of the first rule of Slappy Hands during our last round when he kicked dad in the chest. Here he is, stretching while mom brings up the house lights right before our throw down. Seriously, during warm ups he cracks his knuckles like he's freakin' Bruce Lee



GO TIME.


It's all in good fun, but it's hard not to get caught up in the heat of the moment. Jebus as my witness, he just about tore off my finger.



Fistfull of arm hair, baby sleeper hold. It's how we roll. Another quality match where everyone wins.