Friday night we had boxing tickets (flyweight and welterweight 16s) with our same group of ticket-pooling friends. I was ambivalent about boxing. I have never cared about boxing and decided on Friday morning I was morally opposed to the idea of beating someone up for sport (at least physically). Bryan informed me that Olympic Games boxing is different from, like, Rocky IV boxing. So I went. We all did. And it was fun. And it’s not just in movies- there really were Irish guys yelling at the fighters, boxers entering to loud, pumping music with silky-bathrobe encased swagger and controversy! Oh and USA got booed when our man entered. Envy really is a biblical sin, people.
Errol Spence for Team USA lost to a fighter from India. Can you tell from the pictures he actually won? He did.
Highbrow food for a highbrow sport.
We learned the day after Spence’s fight that he contested the results and his loss was overturned. Check it here.
This our friend doing (mostly) hard-hitting reporting for the BBC:
She is making it her mission to expose the corruption in Olympic Games boxing. Who gets name-checked in the New Yorker?! Wowza. Check it.