Caiden, his little brother, his mom, and his aunt beat me down to Loyola Park's boxing show today. There was a good turnout, especially among the fighters. I arrived just as pizza from JB Alberto's was delivered for the coaches and officials.
Mary, who is now retired from her position as supervisor of that park, came out to see the show. It was very good to see both her and Carolyn, an attendant at the park. "I miss seeing you," Carolyn told me. I realized that I miss going there on a regular basis. I also saw Manny, who tried to get a fight but couldn't find a matchup. Sebastian, Kevin, and Shelia were in attendance, too.
Ten fights were presented. Caiden's fight was the sixth of the evening. The boy he fought was from Humboldt Park. They were close in weight and it was the first fight for both. Caiden was doing okay. I kept yelling for Caiden to keep his eyes on the other person, to stop pawing, and to throw straight punches and strong hooks. Caiden fell once, but Shifty the referee pronounced the fall to be a slip. The other boy won because Caiden was gassed out. We'll have to work on that back at LaFollette Park.
I'm waiting for Ivan, who backed out of going to Loyola Park, to say anything out-of-turn the next time I see him. At least Caiden made the effort.
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