“The boxing arena was exactly what I’d expected it to be: Big, garishly lit, and ridiculously loud. Why in the name of Beethoven’s Fifth had I let these people talk me into this insanity? Oh right, because they thought that I didn’t get out enough, and while I was completely happy sitting in the practice room with my violin for a few hours, stopping for some ramen on the walk to my apartment and finding something to watch on TV until I fell asleep, I’d allowed them to change my plans. Add that to the list of things I wasn’t going to allow to happen again. Watching two grown men beat the living snot out of each other was not what I called entertainment. I could pick a bar and see that for free just about any night, so why in the world would I pay for it?”