Though he could feel the sting of tears as they began to well behind his liquid eyes, he could still see the angled, gawky boy who demanded that he be allowed to learn boxing. This wish going against what his Mother had wanted for ‘her son of the gentle soul’, but for whom life expected nothing less from.
For years, starting with nondescript amateur fights at Boy’s Clubs, to the professional fights in union halls, now, beneath the lights of casinos, he had been there for his son, instructing in triumph.
And now in defeat, He was his steadfast companion.
*because this is my first try at this and it is late so I can't win!!