Literary gunslinger Eugene S. Robinson lends his "one"-of-a-"kind" "perspective" to a week of THREE, count them, THREE fights that leave him feeling very much like Afghanistan -- bombed out and depleted -- for the simple fact that when you realize that the House Always Wins, no one weighs more than Russia and you can't beat City Hall you, in actual fact, have very little to live for. Since it is very clear, illusion fuels hope and while we and our fighter corollaries are hoping for The Best? It's rare that any of us will ever see it but in glimpses of athletic glory.
KNUCKLE UP #337: The Storm Before the Quiet, or Why No One Wins But the Bald One This Coming Weekend
