My Granddad used to come home late from the railroad and sit in between our beds on the floor and tell us about boxing history and his time in England going to fights almost every weekend. Yet he was the gentlest man I had/have ever known. We lived 40 miles from the U.S. border in Saskatchewan so we got free cable or coax as it was called in those days. He hooked us to the sport and when Chuvalo and Clay fought that was it for me.