From my long-time favorite, On Boxing, by Joyce Carol Oates (shared via my Kindle page).
Recently I exchanged direct messages with a fellow Seattleite, @name_inspector. He joined my old boxing gym and I happened to catch the mention amongst his other (excellent) posts to Twitter around business names and linguistics. It’s been fun to try for 140char expressions of the hurdles of boxing. Joyce Carol Oates nails it, though.
@name_inspector joining Cappy’s is also proof-positive that I’ll take the people with guts to walk into a boxing gym* over most other groups of people. It takes a off-kilter intent and self-possession to decide to do that to yourself.
I hope soon he’ll take his first punch and send me a note. It’s a christening of sorts.
* I’ll allow other combat sports but boxing’s firmly it its own ring psychologically, as it were.
