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The parallax view obfuscates the truth and confuses reality.
Roy Jones Jr. divides boxing fans into rabidly polar segments. An overpopulated sports bar roars with boos when the one-time pound-for-pound great makes his walk to the ring. The other half roars its disdain for Antonio Tarver shortly thereafter. No cheers for either. This is Yankees-Red Sox with light heavyweights, one winner and no wild card playoff entry as consolation prize.
The ****** word, the idea that incites debate or argument, depending on the levels of intoxication and infatuation, is legacy. What this fight, and the trilogy as a whole means for Tarver and Jones, like these three matches, these twenty-six rounds relate more about the make-up of two men than their combined other seventy-four bouts.
The differing opinions that arise are not a result of varying glass-half-empty/glass-half-full perspectives, but the product of a parallax view, an optical shift, an apparent change in the direction of an object that occurs when one changes their observational position.
And hence with each change of position, so goes one’s thoughts on the direction of each man’s legacy, the deciding factor being their respective performances in this past weekend’s rubber match.
Perhaps Roy Jones Jr. coaxed his aging body into one last attempt at virtuosity, bringing back his blazing speed and unconventional style to prove that he was still vintage RJ, not the man who had been on the receiving end of two straight one-punch knockouts. [details]
Roy Jones Jr. divides boxing fans into rabidly polar segments. An overpopulated sports bar roars with boos when the one-time pound-for-pound great makes his walk to the ring. The other half roars its disdain for Antonio Tarver shortly thereafter. No cheers for either. This is Yankees-Red Sox with light heavyweights, one winner and no wild card playoff entry as consolation prize.
The ****** word, the idea that incites debate or argument, depending on the levels of intoxication and infatuation, is legacy. What this fight, and the trilogy as a whole means for Tarver and Jones, like these three matches, these twenty-six rounds relate more about the make-up of two men than their combined other seventy-four bouts.
The differing opinions that arise are not a result of varying glass-half-empty/glass-half-full perspectives, but the product of a parallax view, an optical shift, an apparent change in the direction of an object that occurs when one changes their observational position.
And hence with each change of position, so goes one’s thoughts on the direction of each man’s legacy, the deciding factor being their respective performances in this past weekend’s rubber match.
Perhaps Roy Jones Jr. coaxed his aging body into one last attempt at virtuosity, bringing back his blazing speed and unconventional style to prove that he was still vintage RJ, not the man who had been on the receiving end of two straight one-punch knockouts. [details]