I didn't watch the Jake Paul-Mike Tyson fight live.
I'm not a fan of combat sports; I grew up watching the "Friday Night Fights" with my dad, who was a Golden Gloves fighter as a kid, but find the sport morally problematic. ("Who killed Davey Moore?" Bob Dylan asked. "Why an' what's the reason for?")
I'm not saying I don't enjoy watching people try to beat each other up for money; I'm saying I don't feel great about the part of myself that relishes watching people trying to beat each other up for money.
But I had a few minutes and a Netflix subscription so fast-forwarded through four hours or so of preliminaries (which included, I'm told, some pretty good bouts by legitimate boxers who would have had higher profiles had they come of age in a time when boxing was still a sport that commanded the attention of the public), found the match and watched the spectacle.
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