Get assaulted once in the arena, shame on you, but to allow raging grandma to strike again, shame on me. A while back I told you how I got assaulted in the arena by Keira’s grandmother. Had to do with the fact I advocate putting stress on kids from ages six and up to prepare them for the big times. Never to young to teach them to drop the gloves. I got whacked in the leg by this peace activist who deplores stress and violence on the ice but resorts to physical violence in the stands. That should jar your memory. I thought that after that writeup I would get a little retaliation back, but for almost a year I heard nothing and figured I was safe. Until I wander over to Tony’s Greek Grill recently, order my food then start walking over to my fellow officers seated at a table. I make eye contact with a sweet little lady and she appears to acknowledge me, so being the polite person, I say hello back and as I walk by — whack — I’m hit in the leg and all I hear is, “Remember me?”  Obviously not or I would have taken a wide berth to get to my friends. Memory came back fast however. I was impressed that she would wait this long: lull me to sleep, allow me to let my guard down before she would put the hit out and strike again. Very impressed. We briefly discussed our last meeting while I drilled into my memory facial recognition. When I got to my fellow officers at the table they asked what that was all about. I advised them nothing serious, we just have history.