From the opening bell, Bernard Hopkins circles Tavoris Cloud and clinches and feints and ducks and grabs and circles. Such is the genius of old age, the Early-Bird Special of guile and the slipped punch.
We round again into March and basketball and spring and we come to see the sorting of those who'll stay behind when high school ends from those who might keep climbing. And to remember how much and how little are at stake.
Just as there is in Hollywood and the movies and show business, in sports there's a global economy of mythic fictions. Sports runs on profitable illusions of heroism and goodness and wisdom, too. We just add statistics.
Maybe fans at the post-lockout NHL game go to rekindle something. Not just to admire the high level of play or to root for the local colors, but to feel, however briefly and imperfectly, the thing itself.