To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there’s no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.
– Jack Handey
It reminds Mr. Fu of REPSLEH MIJ’s story of his artsy-fartsy girlfriend back in the day making him go see the latest Martin Scorsese film. She was gushing about how great a director Scorsese was and the art of it all. So REPSLEH, being a man’s man for all his being a freak in those days, was looking forward to this like root canal without the benefit of anesthesia or liquor. They get into the theater, girlfriend still gushing, and the film starts rolling. Taxi Driver. REPSLEH is in hog heaven, “It was like a Sam Peckinpah movie!”
Girlfriend squirms, cannot believe her beloved Scorsese has done such a thing and she wants to leave. REPSLEH is having none of it, he is staying until the credits have rolled. The relationship did not last long after that….
Taxi Driver, where ballet meets boxing.