Sparred a few rounds today with a youngish kid. Did Ok-not great. Got rocked once or twice. But the significant thing is what happened after. We were taking off our gloves and I said….
Me- “So what’s your name?’
Me-(pronouncing it correctly) “Farhad”?
Him- “Yeah-Most people can’t say it, so they call me Frankie. You actually can say it right.”
Him- (wary, now) “Yeah, from Tajikistan”
Me- (putting out my hand) “I’m Jewish The only place we Jews and Muslims should fight is in the ring. And then we should shake”.
Him- (to my surprise, grabbing my hand warmly and not letting go) “You are right”!
It’s not worthy of the Nobel Peace Prize-but even with my cut lip, I was pretty happy.