When I am sad, I think of things to cheer me up. i go to my "happy place" (as the therapists are calling it these days). Many might think that my happy place is the sale rack at Nordstrom or a free drink day at starbucks, or even on the 50 yard line at the Jets game, but no. It is not any of these. My happy place is sitting ringside watching a fight.
Growing up, Boxing was a huge part of my life. My grandfather was a fighter back in his day and is in the New Jersey Boxing Hall of Fame (Max "Mickey Valenti" Rabinowitz). We spent many a night at the fights and watching them at home.
Once my Grandfather passed away, boxing slipped out of my life for a little while. Until my father decided to take me to a fight. It was a small fight, in the Paterson Highschool Gymnasium. Not a huge card, but was locally promoted and featured local fighters, always a plus. We had the best time.
Not long after that i started going to tons of fights, sometimes three in a week! it was one of the best times in my life. Over the course of this time i became friends with some up and coming fighters who are now main event and co-mains...even fighting for titles!
To me, it is not just these things that makes boxing my true love. It is the understanding and education that is require to truly understand the fight, the heart and will of the fighters that get in the ring and sacrifice everything, and that when i am watching a fight i am in my own little world. I am in my Happy place.
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