The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
Fight Memories. We all have one. Some more than one. That first fight, that first promotion, that first moment we became hooked. When boxing became food. Something we not only wanted more of....but needed.
Boxing is a strange lover. More so today than ever. Some of us fought. Some grew up watching with our families; adjusting rabbit ears (or hangers) for better reception. Others locked in more recently. New media allows the new to see the old. To share it in different ways.
For me, it was the variety shows, Jack Parr and Ed Sullivan, where I first saw something incredible that made me watch the next act. It was Sonny Liston. Jumping rope. That was it. This reticent bad ass skipping rope. Not long after I saw his next 'victim', Cassius Clay...doing the same. Only this time talking. But still skipping.
A few months later, the Philadelphia Inquirer, like every other newspaper in the world was announcing a new King. It might just as well announced the arrival of a new born.... fan.
What was your first experience...or memory....that brings you here today.