Another colorful boxing incongruity
Why it's the only sport left in which it's still OK to root for 'your' guy
One night in New York, a brawl erupted just a few rows in front of where I was sitting at Madison Square Garden. About a dozen guys were hammering the hell out of each other, punching and kicking in a frenzy of violence that could easily have spread to where I sat frozen, heart racing, eyes riveted on the impromptu melee.
But despite the proximity of the altercation, my companions and I were safe, considered noncombatants because we were neither Puerto Ricans nor Dominicans, the ...
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