Matt Sorenson

I love boxing. Two men–or women–stepping into a four-cornered ring and giving a complete and utter account of their being. Of exactly who they are and what they’re made of. You can never learn as much about a person as you will watching them fight. A good boxing match will tell you a story, a […]

It’s 9:30 on a warm Saturday night when you see the bugle player take his place at center track. He is wearing white slacks, two inches too short, with a red jacket and hat. He marches out to his spot in front of the microphone with all the low-rent pomp and circumstance he can muster, […]