Sunday, September 28, 2008
DOWN FOR THE COUNT
I can't figure out why anybody in his right mind would want to be a boxing referee. Does he like getting between two sadomasochists with a tendency to bleed, and a desire to endure pain and knock the crap out of one another?
Maybe the joy comes from watching the fighters, sitting on their little stools, being worked on between rounds.
Picture the handlers yelling at their pugilists, swabbing their puffy eyes, giving them destructive advice, and slathering Vaseline on their faces to keep the gushing of blood to a minimum.
It's hard to imagine getting job satisfaction from telling two goons, probably with criminal records, to touch gloves and have a good clean fight. Maybe the reward lies in being skillful enough to avoid the jabs, hooks, uppercuts and head butts of two brain-damaged warriors.
While considering the absurdity of such an occupational choice, I wondered if a referee has ever been accidentally knocked out.
Would the fight continue? Is a back-up referee standing by in case of such an occurrence? Would the fighters show concern or remorse for their unwitting decking of the ref?
My guess is that they would reflect on the irony, think what a great bar story this would make, and proceed to laugh their asses off.
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