In tonight’s powder-puff and patta-cake boxing match between the unbeaten Commander and the Great White Hope (it’s a moniker from the history of boxing), there was no shutdown, no knockdowns, no clinching (but a whole pile of clichés), no demolishing. By end of Round 1 debate: there was no one who could enthusiastically be called The Presser, The Mountain or Earthquake. (all time-honored names for great fighters).
Instead, it was a catchweight round, meaning a fight between two different weight classes, in this case, a bantyweight against a flyweight. You choose which man was which.
But/ and, listening to all the pundits after the debate, either crowing or anguishing, I saw something different than they did. Comes from the days of my dad and my uncles dressed to the nines and smoking cigars, dragging us kids to the harshly lit and smoky rowdy boxing rings of eld. President Obama’ is using boxing strategy in the debate tonight.
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