There's just something about it. That one big moment we all dream of. Your heart pounding, hands possibly shaking and eyes wide open. The hype, build-up, trash talk and criticism all goes out the door for one moment in time, whether for one minute, or thirty-six.
It's a passion, and a craft not normally understood by most who simply deem it "barbaric." Even more-so than barbaric, some see it as beautiful, that is as beautiful as WAR can actually be. The leather rests against your hands, tightly wrapped, the lights shine down and the crowd perplexes your emotions into anarchy. If you don't want it as much as you should, then chances are you won't get it.
It's not about stardom, fame, or money. It's about blood, sweat and tears. Glory. This is passion. This is history. This is love.
This is BOXING.
It's a passion, and a craft not normally understood by most who simply deem it "barbaric." Even more-so than barbaric, some see it as beautiful, that is as beautiful as WAR can actually be. The leather rests against your hands, tightly wrapped, the lights shine down and the crowd perplexes your emotions into anarchy. If you don't want it as much as you should, then chances are you won't get it.
It's not about stardom, fame, or money. It's about blood, sweat and tears. Glory. This is passion. This is history. This is love.
This is BOXING.
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