I had my first boxing lesson today. I've always wanted to learn how to box, but I've never been able to find a way to do it that made sense, apart from in the backyard of a college party house wearing a motorcycle helmet. That made sense at the time. Ever since I formally retired at the age of 7 from my frontyard boxing career, my experience has really been limited to getting brained by brawny friends. The retirement came after my very first fight. My cousin Henry Cherry egged me and a neighborhood kid into going a couple bare knuckle rounds. I was feeling like Sugar Ray til I got walloped in the stomach, lost my wind, and decided boxing was kind of dumb...