Fights
I've always hated fights.
When I was a kid, my father bought my older brother and me each a pair of boxing gloves. I remember sparring with him only once. Of course, I allowed my brother to clobber me because I wasn't interested.
Boxing has always been bloody and boring to me. I didn't even cheer Sly Stallone in his poignant slow motion and close-up shots during his glorious moments in each Rocky installment.
Surprisingly, I've been glued to The Contender for the past month. The fights at the end of each episode have been intense. To most of the live audience, it's the thrill of a real good match. But to the TV audience like me, the fights were made more exciting because of the stories behind each contender.
Tonight, the semifinals between Alfonzo and Manfredo shook me. These guys developed friendships behind the camera. The clips prior to the match were almost sentimental, exposing relationships these men have developed with each other and of their families who depend so much on their victories. I was rooting for Manfredo because he lost earlier on to Alfonzo, the show's underdog and gentleman fighter. Next week will undoubtedly be another exciting match, between the handsome but arrogant Jessie and the cool Sergio the Snake for the finals. (I've turned butch!)
Perhaps these boxers hate fighting too. It's just that their lives depend on it.
When I was a kid, my father bought my older brother and me each a pair of boxing gloves. I remember sparring with him only once. Of course, I allowed my brother to clobber me because I wasn't interested.
Boxing has always been bloody and boring to me. I didn't even cheer Sly Stallone in his poignant slow motion and close-up shots during his glorious moments in each Rocky installment.
Surprisingly, I've been glued to The Contender for the past month. The fights at the end of each episode have been intense. To most of the live audience, it's the thrill of a real good match. But to the TV audience like me, the fights were made more exciting because of the stories behind each contender.
Tonight, the semifinals between Alfonzo and Manfredo shook me. These guys developed friendships behind the camera. The clips prior to the match were almost sentimental, exposing relationships these men have developed with each other and of their families who depend so much on their victories. I was rooting for Manfredo because he lost earlier on to Alfonzo, the show's underdog and gentleman fighter. Next week will undoubtedly be another exciting match, between the handsome but arrogant Jessie and the cool Sergio the Snake for the finals. (I've turned butch!)
Perhaps these boxers hate fighting too. It's just that their lives depend on it.