Thursday - The Boxers
Oct. 20th, 2005 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreDriving into work this morning, I got to watch a fist fight.
A group of laborers for a road construction project were gathered on a grassy patch not 6 feet from the traffic. Two of them were faced off in boxing stances, with their fists up and their heads lowered. I thought they were just playing, at first. Then one of them through a punch and the other reciprocated. Sadly, the light was green and I didn't get a chance to stay and watch.
I should mention that these were not young men. The younger of the two looked to be in his 40's, and the older one looked at least 50.
It's been years since I've watched a fist fight. Maybe even as far back as high school. But the fights back in school were passionate fights about girls and insults and a need to burn off excess testosterone, with flailing fists and anything goes kind of rules. Heads got banged into lockers and faced crunched into the concrete of sidewalks. This was a measured match of bare-knuckle boxing between two very calm pugilists. I so wanted to see how it turned out.
I was rooting for the older guy. No particular reason, besides that I admired that he was still willing to throw it down at his age.
A group of laborers for a road construction project were gathered on a grassy patch not 6 feet from the traffic. Two of them were faced off in boxing stances, with their fists up and their heads lowered. I thought they were just playing, at first. Then one of them through a punch and the other reciprocated. Sadly, the light was green and I didn't get a chance to stay and watch.
I should mention that these were not young men. The younger of the two looked to be in his 40's, and the older one looked at least 50.
It's been years since I've watched a fist fight. Maybe even as far back as high school. But the fights back in school were passionate fights about girls and insults and a need to burn off excess testosterone, with flailing fists and anything goes kind of rules. Heads got banged into lockers and faced crunched into the concrete of sidewalks. This was a measured match of bare-knuckle boxing between two very calm pugilists. I so wanted to see how it turned out.
I was rooting for the older guy. No particular reason, besides that I admired that he was still willing to throw it down at his age.
