One’s life is very much like boxing
By Teddy Atlas
I’ve often said, boxing is life.
I believe we all fight for something, it’s just a matter of what and how hard. From the day the doctor slapped us crying into this world, we have been battling. First for milk and later for care, for love.
While boxing is often referred to as "The Sweet Science," our time in the post maternity ward might be our first sparring as we jostle for attention. Our first four rounder might be in the paper weight division with that kid in pre-school who learned the left hook before he was taught the idea of sharing.
As time went on and we grew along with our record, we began to understand that whether it was to drum up the courage to ask that girl to the prom or to make the cut on the football team, you could be sure of one thing, you’d be fighting something.
Doubt, fear or just the lack of experience, they all make formidable opponents early on. And as hard as it is to punch out wins, the war to lose, to rid yourself of a long ago remark that you would never amount to anything; that can be harder to shake off than a George Foreman uppercut.
As we graduate to the ten rounders, college, jobs, marriage and children, the jab of failure and the right cross of pressure can always be a round or two away. But when you finally get to that place where you have been training all these years to get to, you can look in the mirror and know that the fight has been won, or that you’re ahead on the score cards.
It is then you can put on your robe and head back to the dressing room, until the next call to action.