The Boxing Kid

I don’t know this kid personally. Actually, I was more of an observer to this kid’s actions. Still, I hadn’t seen anything like this happen in my entire life. I was taking a table tennis class and we were in our tournament stage at that point. So the last reaming students were playing a few matches before class ended. Just then we could hear music emanating from the hallway. We all stopped and looked around as the heavy guitar riff from Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger came closer to our classroom.

It looked as if a heavy weight fight was about to take place. This other student had an entourage surrounding him. There was one person who had raised a boom box above his head blasting this kid’s theme song. This kid was in the center of his entourage with a boxing robe on. They moved as a unit and the kid in the center was shadow boxing fiercely.

One of the members of his group slowly removed the robe fro the boxing kid. The kid looked directly at me and shouted, “Are you the best in this class?” I looked at him sideways and directed him to the opponent that would give him the satisfaction he desired. So class stopped and we all watched the table tennis match. The boxing kid got his ass handed to him. Still, “A” for effort.