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5:11am...a number that has always made me think of the legendary quickster Roy Jones Jr. Having developed an interest from an early age in boxing, I found myself immediately drawn to Jones, as many others were. He was a combination of elements unseen in the sport since the days of the great Muhammad Ali, but had managed to develop his own style by observing gamecock fights on his father's farm. Throwing punches from unorthodox angles, his bizarre techniques and blatant disregard for fundamentals made him all at once one of the most frustrating and exciting fighters in the sport. It was clear from an early age that he was not cut from the typical cloth of most fighters: after being robbed of a gold medal in Seoul, Korea at the 1988 Olympics, he was awarded the Val Barker Trophy as the most outstanding fighter--in pure technique--out of all the boxers who competed that year. When Jones hit the professional scene in 1989, he got off to a good start, but critics found themselves frustrated at the competition Jones was being matched up against. Those who wanted to see how he would do against world-class opponents saw their patience rewarded when he took a major step up in 1993, outdoing Bernard Hopkins over twelve rounds to capture the vacant IBF middleweight title. Hopkins had reeled off 22 straight victories after losing his pro debut to Clinton Mitchell, and would not lose again until 2005, by which point he had fully unified the middleweight chmpionship. It was an impressive win for Jones at the time, but even more in hindsight. One year later, Jones won a true 'super-fight' against an undefeated James Toney, handing him his first professional defeat and becoming only the second man to floor him (when he scored a left-hook knockdown in the third round; as Jones later explained on his song "Y'all Musta Forgot", he 'stole' it from a gamecock). I was too young at the time to worry about who Jones was fighting; it was simply exciting to see him doing his thing in the ring. It felt like the end of an era when Antonio Tarver knocked him out in the second round in their 2004 rematch; he went on to lose to Glen Johnson (considered little more than a journeyman, though he held the IBF light-heavyweight strap at the time of their meeting; despite entering as champion, he was a 9-to-1 underdog) and lost to Tarver again in their rubber match in 2005 (a fight in which he was nearly knocked out for the third straight time, surviving a brutal eleventh round to lose an unanimous verdict on points). Looking at Jones, I visualize what I could be once I have lost enough weight. It is perhaps far too late at this point to pursue a serious boxing career; the risk outweighs the reward to a greater degree than it once did, and I have no interest in contributing to the 'freak show' that the sport has become. We have gotten to a point where those most physically capable, most blessed with the intangibles necessary to become a world-class pugilist, ply their trade in any other sport if they can help it. In more ways than one, boxing nowadays has been left with the leftovers of the litter as the world's best boxers can now be found on a basketball court or football field near you, and even then the leftovers are taking a seat to influencers and celebrities who couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper bag. There is a forthcoming exhibition bout between Jake Paul and Mike Tyson, the latest contribution to a problem that the sport has been facing for many years. Someone on Quora likened it to wrestling a declawed bear with a muzzle, catching fish in what is essentially a large barrel. It couldn't be a more apt comparison. Tyson is nearly sixty years old, and almost twenty years removed from his farewell bout which saw him retire on his stool against journeyman Kevin McBride. Jake is a twenty-six-year-old amateur with only ten bouts under his belt, winning nine against has-beens and never-weres while losing his first fight against a respectable opponent in Tommy Fury. I can't help but scoff, but also feel a little bit of sadness, when I see people online debating the outs and ins of the fight as though it were a serious athletic competition, contemplating whether Tyson or Jake will score the inevitable knockout. Mark my words: no knockout will happen. The bout will take place in a controlled environment, with Tyson tethered by not only his natural physical decline but contractual limitations insofar as his ability to knock Jake out is concerned. Jake, whether we like it or not, will be able to say he fought Mike Tyson and survived, but it is no more respectable a feat than the average attendee at a sports show being able to say they wrestled a bear and survived. Both Tyson and the bear have been stripped of their potency. I can only hope that Jake will be humble enough not to boast at the conclusion of the bout, but I have no doubt he is going to be quite braggadocious. There is nothing to be proud of in beating an old man who has not fought at a high level since the mid-1990s. I am sure Jake will speak of Tyson being old, that it is best to leave boxing to younger fighters. I'm sure Bernard Hopkins and George Foreman would have a few things to say about that, though. Yesterday, I went to a bowling alley with some of my JARC housemates. It was the first time I had done any bowling in the last seven years and to say the least my technique was not good. Amazingly, I managed to 'win', beating out second place by eleven points, but that comes with a huge asterisk as sans one competitor everyone was using bumpers. To me, the only one who didn't use bumpers was the real winner. I didn't brag after the fact, and I'm definitely not bragging now. I joked around before the game that I was excited to achieve a 'reverse 300', hitting gutters on every roll of the ball. I was tempted to play without bumpers, but when I saw that three people before me had opted for them I presumed everyone would opt for them and wanted to keep it level. Perhaps next time I will go for the bumpers after all. Today, I will be returning to work with a new frame of mind, knowing it isn't as serious as I had made it out to be in my mind. As long as I do my best to follow instructions, show a good work ethic, and keep the environment a positive one, I am sure I'll be able to continue working in the kitchen for a long time to come. Supposedly, today is only a 'half-day', but I knew better than to stay up late this time around, and got several solid hours of sleep. I am fighting back some yawns, but they're the kind that usually come with being up early. I feel better now.