A Boxing City So Nice They Named It...

I hold this truth to be evident to any good observer of mushy, grey sidewalk snow, to any person born in New York Hospital or Bellevue or any Mount Sinai beyond the Middle East, to any foreigner who has adopted our freely-spread jingoism, and hell-yes, you're invited:

That New York City is the greatest effing ring in the world, a five-boroughed frenzy of everything that plagued Robert Moses' urbanity-fearing, freeway-filled dreams -- traffic and loonies and strivers and, most importantly of all, their constant collision.

And if dear reader, this prose is just a tad too purple for you, consider this: That walking from my apartment to Madison Square Garden for the Golovkin-Jacobs press conference today I immediately encountered two half-naked dudes riding a rented Citi Bike for a very independent film.

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