On The Verge of Living The Dream

I started out as an avid boxing fan.

My first memory that has anything to do with boxing was a classic Nintendo video game called Punch-Out! where you play a small boxer who had to whoop bigger boxers' asses. With my avid enthusiasm for the game, my dad bought me two pairs of boxing gloves for kids - one for me and another pair for those who chose to slug it out with me.

I never grew up to be a boxer, but I grew up practicing unholy idolatry for Mike Tyson, Riddick Bowe, Evander Holyfield, Oscar de la Hoya and Luisito Espinosa. I never really cared about the technical aspects of the games, weight categories and all. All I cared about was making sure I watch their fights and read the news about them.

When I reached college, I initially went for a engineering degree but decided that journalism is my path. I have always hoped that I could practice sports journalism. However, life took me on a different route and ended up in making articles for various websites, ranging from healthcare to real estate.

So I am became a boxing blogger, on the side.

So yeah, being a sports journalist became a distant, far-fetched possibility for me. I decided to channel my frustrations in writing articles about boxing, hoping it would vent any disappointments in the basement.

Call it a stroke of luck or fate, somebody did took notice. And from there, I started contributing to popular boxing websites. At the very least, my name is getting out.

And then, I got my first live assignment - go to Cebu and cover the first major boxing event in the Philippines. Well, tomorrow is fight night. But now, I can safely say, I am Frustrated Analyst no more.