For as long as I can remember, I have loved boxing. I was a child and my father took me to what turned out to be the legendary Sugar Ray Robinson’s final bout at what was then known as the Pittsburgh Civic Arena. I idolized Muhammad Ali. Every time a boxer was on the cover of Sports Illustrated, I’d cut the photo out and place it on my bedroom door.
To be able to write about boxing for a living has been the thrill of a lifetime.
On days like today, though, boxing absolutely reeks. It’s embarrassing to be a boxing fan on days like today.