A great performance is like a promise; a promise from the boxer to the fans stating in clear terms the particular skillset and degree of talent that will be, from that moment on, demonstrated in the ring. The punching power, the speed, the confidence, the grit…these are the attributes we seek out in our modern day warriors. String a few great performances together and the promise intensifies, growing brighter and hotter like a giant sun until it inevitably implodes.
As a boxing fan I invest my full emotions into a fight. There are no teams, just individuals; specific personalities that I grow to either love or hate. And in life the things we love, for better or worse, become extensions of ourselves. They are reflections of who we are or who we want to be. So when the result of a fight does not reflect my own expectations, and at the very least my own predictions, it is my fragile set of emotions that are sent spiraling out of control.