In Brooklyn, the land of liberal redundancy and mock thought, I am in the other corner.
PREFACE
I started boxing in Gleason’s Gym in 1984. I was a ranked tennis player. I was also a ranked ski racer but that has nothing to do with this. Someone in my tennis club locker room said he was going to try boxing. In those days no white collar people boxed. It sounded freakish but a few weeks later I myself started. I didn’t think I’d last. I figured it would be a nice dilettantish diversion. It would feed me with stories for social events. Maybe I’d amuse myself for a few months.
