If one wonders why knuckleheads like me, especially ones who were never able to accomplish anything in the ring or gym other than get hurt, are literally enthralled by boxing as a modern ritual, just view the video account of Corie Sanders’ war with the Klitchsko [I could try and spell it 6 more ways and still fuck it up] brothers.

Vitali, the older brother, would have beat the piss out of any of the classic heavies, specially Ali. I have never seen a big man with so much chin and such a high work rate. His better looking and admittedly harder punching brother was more brittle. The idea of brotherhood so strong appeals to a man from a family-phobic society. Foreman might have caught him. But Vitali would finish in the top four of any conceivable heavyweight time traveler single-elimination tournament.

There was also fighter solidarity shown between the various opponents of Sanders when he was slain by a gunman for being what he was, brave, and not to a fault. Better a man should die defending his country than do as we Cuckmericans have done, and grow soft watching it die.