By Juan Santillán
I’m just an intern. I moonlight as an editor, but please, don’t try and delve too deep into my “qualifications.” I’m an idea man, a funny-headline man, someone who enjoys creating literary pieces and quoting Simpson’s rhetoric. Boxing is a bit foreign to me, but it is ingrained in my past. BloodMoneyBoxing took me under their wing at the tail-end of last year, and I feel like I have to prove myself, to work my way ‘up the ranks,’ to get a ‘shot’ at the top, so to speak. With my limited boxing knowledge, but with an utmost positive disposition, I’ll do my best to bring pride to the Blood Money Boxing brand.
What is boxing to me? It’s a sport. One that, when you break it down to it’s core, is an individual overcoming another with either strength, strategy, brute force, luck, training, referee involvement, and of course any combination of all of the above. At least that’s what you may see in the surface, but when take a deeper look, it’s a team sport, something I can truly appreciate. The boxer needs a trainer, a coach, a mentor, support, motivation, and so a whole team is usually behind a boxer’s triumphs. Sometimes it’s beautiful to watch, other times forgettable. Who can forget Macho Camacho’s beating by the hand (or fists) of Julio Cesar Chavez. Hell, Banda Machos made a song about it:
I must have been 8-9 years old at the time. My dad took me to watch the fight at one of his friend’s house. I didn’t know much about boxing at the time, but like any Mexican over 5 years of age, I knew who Julio Cesar Chavez was. I remember my dad betting 5 dollars on a blind ’round-and-fighter’ draw from a hat. We didn’t win the bet, I think we got Chavez on the 2nd round, but the fight was spectacular. Seeing my dad so into the sport was one of my first memories about boxing in my youth, and wouldn’t be my last. I had a lot of mixed-feelings watching that same aging legend, Chavez, lose to the young Chicano “Golden Boy” De la Hoya. We’ll leave that story for another time.
So this is my introduction. Thank you all for taking the time to read a little bit about someone who is, well, just an intern. With BMB, as well as you, kind reader, I hope to grow to be much more than that. Excelsior!