When we were younger, I could win every little scrap I got into with my little brother Sam. He was five years younger, and I was bigger. However, at some point Sam turned into a lean, mean fighting machine. A monster in the gym. He was always a strong kid, but lately he has fine tuned that strength into boxing, already 3-0 as an amateur.
I finally made it up for his third fight in Springfield, OR. While I wanted to cheer and simply be supportive of my brother, it was rather difficult watching him get hit in the face. So I decided to digest the violence as do with everything else — behind a camera.
Sam had firm control of the fight, but the other kid was no slouch. On my count, Sam won two of the three rounds, staying busy and landing cleaner punches (like the devastating upper cut above). It was one of the only fights of the night that didn’t look amateur.
During the second round I felt a wet splash hit my cheek. A large glob of blood and spittle landed on my face and camera. I looked up and also saw blood streaked across the glasses of one of the judges sitting by the ring. Thankfully it was not my brother bleeding, which he has a tendency to do. But talk about a blood sport.
Sam went on to win by a unanimous decision. Needless to say, it would now be far too childish for my brother and I to get into the same little craps we use to as kids. Him being able to kick my ass has nothing to do with it. Here are a few of the frames from the fight.
by cjay
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