Boxing, schmoxing...phooey

I don't get boxing.
It would be much easier for me to understand two people in a ring who weren't allowed to leave until one had completely destroyed the other's psyche, using references to mistakes the other had made in his or her personal life in the near or distant past.
Now that, I would watch.
And we could call it Family Reunion.
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