Watching the Friday Night Fights with Dad

Dad watched the fights every Friday night
I learned that to be close to Dad
You watched the fights with him
We never talked directly to each other
Only through the televised action
On our old black and white Philco

Dad’s eyes never left the set
Occasionally he’d make fists
With his large calloused workingman’s hands
And throw a calculated punch here and there
I did the same
My smaller writer’s hands mimicking his jabs

Boxing seemed brutal
Downright Neanderthal
But somehow you knew–
Fighting was a real part of life
Completely inescapable
And any life situation could be the ring

As a seven-year old
I had no idea
That life was an endless boxing match
Not limited to Friday nights
Usually not a spectator sports
And most often, you had to be your own referee

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: Wisdom Work Press:

7 thoughts on “Watching the Friday Night Fights with Dad

  1. I certainly do remember the Friday Night Fights. We watched ’em, too, although I wasn’t as observant as you.
    And I see your lesson and analogy.
    Good one, Don!

  2. that’s a great analogy…
    and wow, i just saw those sunset (?) photos!

    i’m fine, just busy with life, i reckon 🙂

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  4. Thanks Dan, Polona and Andrew.

    Dan, Thought you would remember.

    Polona, thanks, and there are more sunset shots coming from last eve.

    Andrew, that is a nice thing to say. Thanks. Dad has been sick lately, He’s 86.

  5. Beautiful! In the end, the comparison with life as a boxing match, it sometimes seems like it is.
    Great work!
    Greetings, Eline (from Flickr)

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