The Boxer

The two young men circled each other in the ring. Reno was slightly taller but not heavier than the Champion. The tension between the two men laced the air as neither of them wanted to make the first move. The crowd hung on the edge of their seat, waiting for the inevitable flurry of punches — no boxing pundit picked this fight to last longer than four rounds. This was round twelve.

“Pay attention,” a familiar voice filled Reno’s head, “Son, that’s the problem. Relying on talent or ability alone won’t get it done. You have to work until it hurts, and then, work some more. One more punch can change everything. Keep pressing.”

The next day, the reflection from the championship belt shined on Reno’s father’s gravestone.

“For you, Dad.”

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