THIS is a boxing love story about a book – yep, that one.
There was nothing more exotic in the ’90s than a copy of The Boxing Record Book from Fight Fax, Inc. Nothing, trust me.
It would arrive each year, weighing about the same as a strawweight contender from Tijuana, and it sat there on the kitchen table, vast and majestic, its pages full of the tiniest print and the biggest of facts, the most glorious of details.
I have no idea when it was first published and no idea when it
