Boxing fun

I went to a boxing event on Saturday in one of those redneck cum-suburban towns NE of here, about 30 miles out. There were 10 3-round matches scheduled. They started out with what must have been 10 year olds, then up to some big boys in their late teens/early 20s. In the first match, the taller kid got pwn3d! His trainer threw in the towel a few seconds into the 2nd round. He was clearly outmatched.

There were ring girls in barely-there shorts from the local strip club, and a line of rednecks sitting next to me in the top level next to the beer garden. They weren't too bad until the last match where one of the boxers was black. Then the jokes about how the white kid was going to "pound the nigger" started to come out, and when round 1 was about halfway through and the white kid was getting beat pretty soundly, one of the hicks busted out with an exclamation of appreciation for an especially nice hit, and said "I don't care if he is a brother, I like a good punch". I had a nice spot there, about 50 ft to the side and 10 ft up from the ring, but didn't want to listen to it anymore, so I wandered off to watch the fight from a little further away. It was still a good spot to watch from, and the ref called the fight off in the middle of the 2nd round 'cause the white dude was getting his ass kicked.

It made me really happy that the black guy won, but normally I wouldn't have cared who won as long as it was a good fight. It's amazing how we project our emotions. I don't even remember the black boxer's name, but him winning the match made me feel a little better about the garbage I was hearing earlier.