As you and your opponent stand toe to toe, chin to chin and exchange steely gazes just before you touch gloves, in your head you hear Bill Conti's "Gonna Fly Now" playing on your mind's private radio. You're about to engage in what is called "WORK" in these circles. There is no money at stake. THIS IS EXERCISE! This is amateur pugilism (or amateur boxing in layman's terms) and it IS a combat sport. (if you'd prefer not to get hit... keep your hands up.)
Sophistiques embrace all manner of challenges. For instance when running, Sophistiques run our own race. However, running allows a person to cheat (not push to the extreme) without suffering any tremendous loss. As far as exercises go, boxing exposes any cheating or short comings in a persons training instantaneously (your opponent will see to that). Given the restrictions of only being able to hit with the fists and only at restricted areas of the body, boxing maintains an air of civility when compared to the near savagery of other combat sports such as upstart Mixed Martial Arts (MMA). Boxing training is great for weight loss, building physical as well as mental stamina, burning calories and heart health. (It's better than eating an apple a day.)
In the DUMBO section of Brooklyn resides one the the premier Pantheons of Boxing...Bruce Silverglade's Gleason's Gym. Since 1937, it has been a mecca for those brave enough to enter her square shaped rings. In the black and white photos Connor Fieldman Boals' captures what seems to be a millisecond of action but is really an eternity to the two fighters as they square off. It's a deeply primal and visceral experience. Simply... ...EXHILARATING.
Mo'Betta & Oz a.k.a. The Sophistiques