Boxing has lately become a fad on campus. I’ve said it before: I wish the men on this campus could express their emotions in a healthy, constructive way instead of the juvenile smack-’em-if-you-like-’em manner.
This evening we had a “town hall” meeting; I don’t know why we call them that because they never resemble an actual town hall. It’s always just Dennis, our Resident Director, making announcements; and we get credit for attending a chapel service. In order to keep things interesting, there were a few boxing matches beforehand.
Things would have been a lot more interesting if someone had been seriously injured. With Dennis there, the boxing became officially sanctioned by the college, and was therefore actionable. The subsequent lawsuit would have closed the school. (Obviously, Bethany College doesn’t teach law.)
Things would also have been interesting had I called the Scotts Valley Police about the fight, as I had joked during dinner. Now that would have been hilarious… watching them break down the doors and drag the sobbing fighters out of there in cuffs. And then there’s the fine to the school for violating fire codes… Well… maybe not.
But there’s got to be a better way for guys on this campus to show affection for one another. Something that still allows them to be butch and secure enough in their masculinity. Something that won’t result in brain injuries.
Think of the punches as little kisses.
Smack, smack, smack.