Great prizefighters are rarely mean-spirited people. The great ones have a way of letting their fists do the talking. For them talk is cheap. The very nature of their chosen profession seems to siphon away their maliciousness outside the ring. In simpler times, another time, another place, the world was less complicated and the fight game was populated by noble men.
Having been lucky enough to have spent summer mornings and fall evenings with gentlemen like Floyd Patterson, Carlos Ortiz and Alexis Arguello its easy to forget that these men achieved what they did in life by beating others with their fists. They are gracious, humble souls full of endearing qualities and they have an appreciation for a having lived an honest life. They respected their sport and the championships that they won and lost in the ring. There was no trash talking during their primes, no profanity laced tirades and no disrespect. They weren’t thugs – they were men – and they wore their violence subtly. [details]
Having been lucky enough to have spent summer mornings and fall evenings with gentlemen like Floyd Patterson, Carlos Ortiz and Alexis Arguello its easy to forget that these men achieved what they did in life by beating others with their fists. They are gracious, humble souls full of endearing qualities and they have an appreciation for a having lived an honest life. They respected their sport and the championships that they won and lost in the ring. There was no trash talking during their primes, no profanity laced tirades and no disrespect. They weren’t thugs – they were men – and they wore their violence subtly. [details]
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