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April 05, 2005
Becky Zerlentes
Meanwhile, let's hope that the abundance of hot-button stories in the news are enough to distract the press from the sad, not to say "tragic" because "tragic" doesn't actually mean "super-duper sad," death of Becky Zerlentes. In slower news weeks, you'd get the usual calls to ban boxing, institute new regulatory commissions, legislate for better protective equipment, and so on. The Mus Mus Tail is deeply suspicious of anybody who suddenly gets on their hobby-horse when an athlete dies in the ring. "Blunt force trauma to the head," reads the cause of death; blunt force trauma to the head is always on the menu when somebody's agreed to get hit on the head a number of times over the course of an evening, what to speak of months and years. Becky Zerlentes, a geography teacher, died doing something she loved, and, given the societal obstacles between a woman and the traditionally male sport of boxing, probably doing something she'd cleared huge hurdles to do. It's sad, even horrifying, that she died, but who among us will die in the very act of reaching for our dreams? We should all be so lucky. This morning's for you, Becky: you followed your heart as far as it would take you.
Posted by jd at April 5, 2005 11:46 AM
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