Your girlfriend, Meda, will be trying to keep your three children hushed: the daughter you fathered as a teenager with a girlfriend in North Carolina; the son of another ex-girlfriend, whom you've taken in as your own; and the baby girl you and Meda brought into the world. Uncle James and Abba will be trying to keep you from fighting all 12 rounds right here in the room. Maybe all this would drive other boxers crazy, but you're Abba's boy, and there's a kind of ecstasy on your face, one that your mom has noticed before fights. This is what you crave now: your confusing family, from all over the East Coast, together. Thanks to you.
Abba will give the signal. Your brothers will stand aside and watch. You'll walk with him toward the roped square that some people call the loneliest place on earth. They don't understand magic, the way you understand it now that you've finally perfected it. You'll close your fist. You'll hit a man. You'll be a son. You'll be a tribe. You'll be hell for any man to put to sleep.