The Boxer Case

He could see it all again right then, the chanting and shouting fans, the excitement in their eyes, the announcer calling his name, and his dreaded opponent. He wiped the sweat off his brow and stepped into the ring. Round one was fixing to start in 3..2..1. Suddenly the adrenaline hit his body, the bell rang and he could not keep himself from going at his opponent. Swinging left and right he quickly knocked his opponent down. The referee counted down, he just won round one. His coach met him at his station with a rag. They cleaned up blood from what little damage was done. He got back in for round two realizing his opponent was very mad. The bell rang for the round to begin this time it was not as easy to win. His opponent threw multiple good punches. Next thing you know it was round eleven and the match was almost over. It was currently a tie five rounds for each boxer. He said a little prayer to god and went for a farfetched throw. The only thing he could remember was the crowd roaring with cheers and seeing red. He woke up the next morning in his house with a bandage on his nose. It was not long after he woke up before he found out his opponent had broken his nose and caused him to pass out from a nose bleed. Muhammad Ali remembered the week of that match vividly. He could even remember the stubble on his chin that morning. He was fifty years old now and had won that match thirty years ago. His views on life were much different now than they were then. The only thing that had not changed was his love for boxing. He loved it just as much then as now. The boxer, Muhammad Ali, once stated that a man who was to view the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty had wasted thirty years of his life.