"Close your eyes and picture this. An arena is filled with a haze of smoke from cigarettes and cigars. The men are dressed in suits and wear felt fedoras. The women are wearing evening gowns and fur coats. Some are sitting. Some are standing. But all are focused on the two men in the square ring.
The men are
hitting each other hard. With each hit, a spray of sweat and sometimes blood
flies off the body. The goal: Knock out the other guy or beat him so bad the
judge's rule in your favor".
That’s how
it was in my early years of boxing.
