I’ve got a longstanding rant about all those writers who take boxing on as a loose analogy for writing or life. Mainly, I think they’re a little off the mark. See, the thing about boxing is you can fight back, and that seems all wrong to me.
I think rodeo’s a better analogy. Particularly bull and bronc riding. I don’t know nearly enough about the sport, but as far as I can tell, you don’t fight back. You just absorb punishment with all the grace you can muster, and try to stay alive on top of the damn thing.
“I’m here to play for blood, boys.”
