There's a boxing ring in the middle of our dojang today.
Actually, it doesn't look quite like this one . . . yet. It's not quite done being set up.
The local boxing club has set up a boxing night at our place for this evening. There are posters all around town advertising it.
Brian A. says he might go, but he doesn't think he'll take Michelle and Matthew. "It's kind of a rough crowd," he said. "And if you sit in the front row, you might get spattered with blood."
I'm not going. But this all makes me think of Bob, the student who used to box (the one who said "don't fight"). I wonder if he'll be there.