Saturday, July 05, 2008
Traveling far and wide
I've got to be the luckiest little writer in Harlem.There's a story outside of my doorstep. Everyday. At 3 a.m.
He jumps rope. He runs five miles. Does 300 push ups. 500 sit ups.
He's preparing for a career in boxing.
Which, got me thinking about this apparent rich history of boxers from Harlem and, as result, this fighter's current dilemma as the sun now rises on a nascent career. It is essentially that he is a member of a gym in New Jersey, and another in Brooklyn. What happened to the Harlem prizefighter? To the momentum of Joe Louis' defeat of Max Schmeling? Of Sugar Ray Robinson's ubiquitous presence on Seventh Avenue?
I'll report. And report and write. But, be sure, if it pans out, this one fell in my lap. Didn't even have to leave home. continue...
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