Count me among the masses who used to be ardent fight fans. Until maybe
15, 20 years ago, we used to get up for at least two, if not three or
four marquis matches every year. My buddies and I would get excited for
weeks before a Hagler/Hearns or a Leonard/Duran bout. We'd get into
Vegas or Atlantic City or New Orleans, wherever, a couple of days
before the fight and ride the adrenaline wave as time for the opening
bell grew near. It was fun to analyze and argue the merits of the two
fighters, even more fun to lay a wager on the outcome. You felt you
followed the sport so closely day to day that you had a highly educated
guess as to how the match would unfold. And yet you knew you had no
idea what would transpire in the ring. That's the beauty of boxing,
when it's right...
