Alright, so I picked up the sport boxing and I can't explain why I love it. Ever since I was little I always found it an interesting sport, but could never participate due to the fact I was still growing rapidly. By the time I entered high school I had boxing in sight, but braces held me back. Now that I'm in college I'm finally given the opportunity to box and pursue a sport I love. Since there is no one close to my weight or size in the boxing club I'm in I usually end up sparring against my friend who is ten weight classes ahead of me. It's not discouraging for me and I actually give him quite a fight. The conditioning for it is murder on me, but I don't mind it since I love this sport.

I'm not a fan of football, soccer, or any other sports (aside from racing cars) but I have a respect for other athletes who enjoy playing their sport.

If you've never watched the series Hajime no Ippo I'd highly recommend it. Not because I'm absolutely in-love with boxing and the anime is about boxing, but because it actually is a good anime series. A lot of people who don't even like boxing rate it a ten and I'm not lying. The anime shows good aspects of humor, determination, hate, love, and stirs up all sorts of emotions. It shows you the story of a former bullied student who finds something he loves and pursues to be the best at it. It's filled with lots of humor and I guarantee you will laugh while watching it. It's like a very good book which makes you also want to turn the next page to see what happens. With that being said it's also very engaging and thrilling to watch. It's a very very very entertaining series to watch and I would recommend anyone to watch it.

Here's a new poem I composed due to my penchant for boxing.


Story of the Flyweight (10/25/09):


Your gloves are heavy, and your mouth is dry,
You've trained for this moment, don't let it fly by.
You thrust your body, and your swings are wide,
You feel the power, and the damage build up inside.
It's difficult to understand, why we enjoy this,
A sport where we fight, and exchange hits.
Maybe we love to win, or love to fight,
Maybe we hold our pride, or have money in sight.
One thing's for certain, it can't be explained,
It gives us something, that nothing else can.
No more pain, and no more sorrow,
There's no past, nor a tomorrow.
All that matters are the lights, and the cheers,
The time you're given, feels like years.
For my body can be weakened,
and my thoughts might not be clear,
My mind can be foggy, but I have no fear.
You can shatter my dreams, and make me stagger,
but my spirit never dies, nor will it ever.
I'll fight on till I'm numb, without a rest,
I'll take blows to the face and take blows to the chest.
I'll always fight on, till I give out my last breath,
There's an end I chase, till it's in my grasp.
When your arms get heavy, and you're out of breath,
You're still only human, but there's still something left.
It's a drive of fire, a fuel for flames,
A fighter's desire, for winning his game.
Call it stupid, call it love, or call it insane,
It's a sport that I love, and that will never change.