Can't say I'll miss it. Never was a sweet science fan, whatever the hell that term means. My antipathy goes back to 1962 when Benny Kid Paret beat the dog s**t of Davey Moore, who ended up dying days later from the brutal beating. Totally brutal sport, if you can even call it that with a straight face. I liken it to cock-fighting and watching pit bulls rip kittens to shreds as part of their training for dog fights. Probably in the minority here, but whatever . . .
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