As I mentioned in previous posts, I miss being in the ring. I miss the training, the sparring, and the electricity in the air at a boxing event. When I was younger, I had all these plans about what I was going to do when I make it big in boxing. That didn’t happen. Now the little achievements in life seem like huge victories. Just being able to say “I fought in the pros” seems like a dream. There’s a story about another athlete, in a very different sport, that I admire. His story seems unbelievable, but it in fact happened. It’s the story of major league baseball pitcher Jimmy Morris.
Boxing doesn’t feel as big or significant as it did before the 1990s hit. We can debate whether boxing is still as popular, but there’s no denying that it doesn’t get the press coverage that it did back in the 1980s and earlier. There are still pop culture references to boxing, but it is almost always about fighters of the past. Then I receive a gift via Facebook that reminds me that boxing is in fact, NOT dead.
Former world light heavyweight boxing champion, Antonio Tarver, was arrested this past Saturday in the states of Florida.