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As 2005 comes to a close only one story comes to my mind. It isn’t a personal one, although I always wax reflective and, being the pessimistic sort I only relive every failure I was able to accomplish with remarkable ease, and it wasn’t politically oriented or even job related. This year the only thing I’ve been haunted by is the death of boxer Leavander Johnson. I can’t get it out of my mind, and any true boxing fan should pause for a moment before they celebrate the holiday season and remember that we have lost a valued member of our community.
The passion that drives our beloved sport is articulated by the heroic efforts of every fighter who has the guts to step through those ropes and put his or her health on the line. Sometimes, in the heat of a titanic struggle of talent and will, we forget that. Amidst our euphoric glee, between splashes of spilled beer and the aroma of hot dogs, pizza and popcorn we forget that two human beings are risking it all for our entertainment. And then someone like Leavander Johnson shocks us back into reality. [details]
The passion that drives our beloved sport is articulated by the heroic efforts of every fighter who has the guts to step through those ropes and put his or her health on the line. Sometimes, in the heat of a titanic struggle of talent and will, we forget that. Amidst our euphoric glee, between splashes of spilled beer and the aroma of hot dogs, pizza and popcorn we forget that two human beings are risking it all for our entertainment. And then someone like Leavander Johnson shocks us back into reality. [details]
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