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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - I’ve made a decision.
In my first act as President -- or at least imperial grand pooh-bah of all things boxing -- I’m making today, Sept. 16, a national holiday.
But not for the reasons you might automatically assume.
First off, it’s not simply another excuse to skip work and enjoy the beautiful final gasps of summer here in north central Florida. Neither is it an extra 24-hour recovery period from what turned out to be -- thanks to a chubby Joan Guzman -- a decidedly anticlimactic weekend road trip to Biloxi, Miss.
Rather, it’s to take a moment to look back at how substantial -- both by fate and absolute coincidence -- this date has been in getting me to where I am today… firmly cemented in my position as one of your 100 favorite Tuesday morning boxing columnists. [details]
In my first act as President -- or at least imperial grand pooh-bah of all things boxing -- I’m making today, Sept. 16, a national holiday.
But not for the reasons you might automatically assume.
First off, it’s not simply another excuse to skip work and enjoy the beautiful final gasps of summer here in north central Florida. Neither is it an extra 24-hour recovery period from what turned out to be -- thanks to a chubby Joan Guzman -- a decidedly anticlimactic weekend road trip to Biloxi, Miss.
Rather, it’s to take a moment to look back at how substantial -- both by fate and absolute coincidence -- this date has been in getting me to where I am today… firmly cemented in my position as one of your 100 favorite Tuesday morning boxing columnists. [details]