THE TORCH

The southpaw lit up the converted southpaw with raw energy.
Dazzling speed and combos upstairs downstairs all night long.
The faded commodity couldn't pull the trigger.
Mexico, Philippines. America: Land of Dreams.
Shots in the bank early to go out to sea later and drown the Olympian.
Three blind mice sit in judgement.
Millions of green reasons why,
and weight shenanigans 2 pounds for 6 million.

A Roach and a Nacho in the corners trembling.
Merchant, Manny, Lamps and Buffer.
Keep turning him, keep the pace.
Third man Weeks with an easy score.
8 oz Reyes hammered the mouse more and more.
Enswell's futile.
Left leads landing and ganchos down low.
Completely flat and a ball of energy.
Timing, reflexes, vitality gone. Ring-rust but Show Must Go On.

Once 1-dimensional, now ring-science and generalship.
Old lion's used-up, prime lion's on fire with the hope of a nation on his back.
He can carry the load; he's equal to the task.
Battered meat, a pound of flesh, will imposed on another.
Thy will be done.
At least it's to the pound-for-pound one.
29 year chapter since 6 years old done.
Canastota here we come.
The lore of the Pacman continues on.

That's Boxing.

Bradley Robinson
Fight Fan
Dec. 2008

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-- ^ Only a fight fan would understand any of the above...like a code-language.
Take out that last line, "That's Boxing" and non-fight fans wouldn't have a clue.----
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