I was just watching a little bit of “Cinderella Man”, the excellent Ron Howard movie about James J. Braddock – as improbable a world heavyweight champion as we ever have had – and realized that either I am so removed from boxing, or boxing has become so inconsequential (probably both) that I do not even know who the current heavyweight champion of the world is.
I assume there is a heavyweight champion. I assume he fights challengers. And I assume the papers report the result of those fights. But I don\’t remember the last time I read about one of them.
I could easily find out who the heavyweight champion is, of course; five seconds of google would accomplish that. But I have decided not to. I wouldn\’t know who he is, who he has fought, and really don\’t care.
Truth is, even when I was very interested in boxing (quite a few years ago), I recognized that its premise was ugly – one man (or female these days) trying to beat another senseless for money. Eventually my interest waned, and is now hovering between infinitesimal and nonexistent.
I feel about boxing the way I feel about cigarette smoking. It is a free country and people can do it, or watch it, if they want. But I would be perfectly happy if it would just go away.