WE had a Golden Gloves boxer in Cleveland, he was a shorter blond guy named Eric, very nice and softspoken. There was also a black kid boxed, who also sang 'Summertime' with a beautiful voice, and did a modern dance routine, if you can believe it, to 'Bye Bye Blackbird.' The black kid disappeared, Eric moved to Florida, his sister joined him, he eventually left and went to art school.
My oldcomer and I boxed, he popped me in the throat, and I lost my voice for days. Some say I lost my singing voice then too; or perhaps I alsways sucked, and didn't know it.
Some Cleveland trivia for ya!