You Find Them In The Least Expected Places
A line outside the symphony finds civilized people on their best behavior.
It’s a well-dressed crowd, a shuffling queue of elites you find in cities around the world where even a mugger receives a gracious thank you.
Are they any different than the line on 6th and Burnside for a “Rumble At The Roseland?”
Take away the saw-toothed mohawks and neck tattoos. Ignore the former boxers, brawlers and wrestlers. What’s left are the same moms and dads, friends and fans, you find going to The Schnitz for a show.
One minor difference is the weapons search at the Roseland.
Apparently emotions run high at a cage fight. A classical soloist misses a note without fear of gunfire from the audience. Cage fighter deserves the same protection.
Boomers might balk at even attending what’s been called ‘human chicken fighting.’ They need a good reason. Seeing a friend’s son on fight-night is reason enough.
If you go for one, you’ll stay for them all. It is gripping reality that gives new life to old lessons.
One match painted the entire evening. The first contestant quietly entered the cage.
His opponent sent a personal rapper to the cage, then entered dancing, a 6-foot-6, 280-pound hoofer.
During the match, dancer jabbed and bloodied his opponent. The bleeder landed an accidental throat punch that brought the evening into focus.
Dancer went down, gripping his neck.
His opponent didn’t notice the injury and jumped him. The referee pulled him off with enough force to make the man fly backward. The alert safety crew had unlocked the cage and he fell out while they ran in.
Shaking and convulsing like a man dying on the canvas, or one getting his trachea re-adjusted, the dancer eventually stood and fought on. At the end, he accepted defeat on the judges’ scorecards.
He lost his match but not his manners.
The two bloodied fighters embraced each other as if they’d just finished a friendly game of horse shoes.
Boomer Lesson: If we are ruled by laws, yet judged by manners, the Mixed Martial Arts fighters have raised the bar.
Boomer Warning: Good manners might not save you from the first punch in the throat, but they will help the second time around.