TODAY’S ANECDOTE
My mom accompanied my dad on a trip to the Orient, something unusual, and in one of the stops, they attended a world title fight in South Korea.
The attention to my mom was as if she were a queen. Already in the arena, she was seated next to the Minister of Sports of that country; everything was going well until in the third round, Guty Espadas Sr. knocked down the local idol with a crushing right hand, and my mother stood up to shout euphorically, in favor of the Mexican, while the stadium was completely silent before the fall from Korean…
Don José turned around, and firmly said: “Madam: shut up and sit down please!”
Eventually, Guty did not manage to be crowned, the local hero from Korea won, regardless of that fact the Minister no longer spoke to my mother a single word…..
Little by little, in our family we learned that in boxing there are no nationalities, colors or races, all fighters are the same and they are loved in an extraordinary way, regardless of whether they are champion or challenger, and that’s how you feel. a legitimate and sincere pity and respect for the loser, at the same time there is joy, jubilation, and pride for the winner.