While at Harvard I was an
active participant in the intramural boxing program
which was run by two
fighters who were ex-professionals
On a lark one day I asked
one of them if I could ever become a professional
The answer I got was that I
had the basic skill but would have to train exhaustively
The rest of the tale is
pure fiction, reflecting an old man's dreams
I never became known as a
boxer emerging from Harvard College but
I still believe it would
been a wonderful stunt, even if it lasted only three or four fights
The Harvard crowd would
come in large numbers to see If I could win, and townies to see the opposite
Also in my dream was a
young lady I'll call Lorelei
Who shared my dream in
every possible way
She provided every creature
comfort a man could desire
And did not deter
my dream despite cat-calls from many a compatriot
The point of all this is
never forget what we once thought possible
It provides pleasant
moments of remembrance from our youthful days
And occasionally I
think that had I acted differently
I might just have prevailed
in boxing ways
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