fight night

There's really nothing like the anticipation before a good boxing card.
Given how often even 'competitive on paper' matchmaking produces a one-sided or lackluster result, I sometimes think the optimistic expectations bred by the thundering approach of a big fight is what keeps me hooked. Whether the fight that eventually bursts through the trees lives up to the tumult of its approach is another thing entirely.

Which is why it's good to turn a card into a social event- if the fight stinks, or ends abruptly and unexpectedly, you've got company, food and liquor to act as insurance and ease the transition from heightened expectation to humdrum reality.

Also, the trauma of even legendarily crap-tastic fistic abortions like Gainer/Marquez or Ruiz/Rahman can be somewhat alleviated by spreading it out- shared suffering has its own place in the hierarchy of male bonding.

While the main event of this baby could be dramatic and amazing, could suck ass or (more likely) land somewhere in between those two poles, the two televised undercard bouts promise pugilistic excitement of a less rarefied but more reliable nature.

Put it all together and you have a recipe for adventure. I'm heading out in about 30 minutes with the Pelf for our traditional pre-fight ritual of picking up the beer and pizza (the best pizza in California is a 20 minutes away, and worth every second of drive time).

A full report will follow tomorrow.

WAR, JUDAH!