Boxing is not only a good exercise and a way to help express your anger in a relatively controlled manner, as Matthew so cleverly points out, it is a metaphor for life.
Rocky Balboa changed my life. Really.
30 years ago, almost to the day, I sat down with my family and watched Rocky 2. I had previously tried to watch the original Rocky but gave up when I couldn’t understand a word he said, misinterpreting strongarming threats to break someone’s thumb as “I’ll break your tongue.” The Italian Stallion and I just didn’t click. Until Rocky 2. And a lifelong obsession with Rocky and all-things boxing was born.
Now, at this point you may be wondering where all this is going, and indeed where, and who, it is coming from. You thought you were reading another post by that sadsack whose women have done left him, again, didn’t you? Well, don’t worry, you’re in the right place. And I will attempt to skilfully draw the threads together so that this all makes some sort of sense by the end.
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