I was never a fan of boxing and cannot see how it can be called a sport. Two grown men beating the daylights out of each other, suffering injuries, and either winning “by points” or a “knock out”. I am not sure what the points are, perhaps the guy whose nose no longer resembles a nose, but just a fleshy object in the middle of the face, or he has an eye where you cannot actually see the eye due to the swelling of the surrounding flesh. And a knock out? At least a clean one, laying on the floor and being counted out up to 10. You just hope that he wakes up again.
I remember as a kid when there was a boxing match on the TV, and dad would watch it. My dad was a peaceful bloke, went to work and a family man, so how come he liked a boxing match: probably a man thing.
We had a few boxing clubs where I grew up, but I think it did serve its purpose to keep the boys off the streets and to let off steam in the boxing ring. My father-in-law and his brother were both amateur boxers and quite successful. Both were once amateur Swiss champions: welter and middleweight so the story has it, but that was many years ago. Even Mr. Swiss had some training with his father, but it was not his sort of thing.
The photo is from our local trade fair showing a demonstration from a local fight club.
There was even a little kick-boxing involved and what about this.
Even the ladies are now getting involved and showing their skills. I prefer to have my fights in the kitchen with the frying pan and cooking. I also have quite a punch with the vacuum cleaner.