WHENEVER I see a promoter force himself between two boxers about to face off, I can’t help but hear Norma Desmond descend the stairs and say, “All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my closeup,” in what was an iconic scene from the 1950 film Sunset Boulevard.
As well as this, I wonder two things. One, I wonder what drives a promoter to stand between two boxers facing off at the conclusion of a press conference. And two, I wonder what goes through their mind when awkwardly standing there like an uninvited guest at their ex-wife’s wedding.
I suspect, given the nature of the profession,
