_The old man fondled the corner of the photograph lovingly.  To him, it was priceless and a thousand words was no where near what it began to cover. It showed a young man, handsome, in his boxing gear.  The old man, Gary, amused as he usually was, ran a hand over his protruding stomach.  A pot belly pushed back at his hand, formed from years of eating too many cookies and whole milk.  So he no longer had the form of an athlete, but Gary knew that his heart was still that of a champion.
