It's Not the Goldenboy, Money, Or Pacman...Boxing Fans Kept Boxing Alive.

I'm an avid Boxing fan, and I have my own stable of fighters. The day a training camp commences for a fight is the day I commence my personal HBO 24/7, spending an hour or two sitting in front of the computer to monitor the latest happenings that has something to do with "my fighter".

I watch my fighter's weight and conditioning just as the conditioning coach does. I observe his sessions with the head coach just as the assistant trainer does on the sidelines. I watch previous fight videos of his next opponent, see how the guy moves and positions himself in the ring, and think of how to dance properly with the guy to either launch an appropriate type of attack or defense...head coach style.

Barely two weeks before the event, I have my own prediction on how the fight will go down. There's no need to bring up how I predicted "my fighters" past fights. I'm no sports analyst. But personally, I rank myself around 80% accurate. 

On the actual event, that's when I'm on my loudest vocal mode, in complete disregard to poise and my usual calm tone. I actually tell "my fighter" what to do, like I turned him from a one-hand-face-reconfiguring-machine to the best fighter in the planet regardless of weight.

Jab! Duck! Flush his face with a left! Slip away to your right! I even go as far as throwing expletives to his opponent. This is done all while in the comfort of my own home, sipping on my favorite ice-cold beverage to cool me down a little. 

Days after the bout, like every one else, I get the hangover. I find fulfillment in reading articles and watching news about how "my fighter" dismantled his opponent. I feel good about how "my support made him won", brought up something for the boxing writers to write about, and "kept the Boxing sport alive".

I'm an avid Boxing fan...or a hugger, if you can call it that. And I definitely play a part in shaping the sports history.