This might just be a question that even “The Greatest” Muhammad Ali, can’t answer. Brian Victor sat in the comfort and security of the Lower Manhattan Storybooth and told Carl Scott about his first Boxing Day experience.
When he was a nine year old, his family was preparing to spend the Christmas holidays in Guyana where his parents grew up. There was one aspect of the festivities that Brian was not clear about, so he asked his father about Boxing Day. To prep him for the experience, his father told him that Boxing Day was a day on which everyone comes out into the streets and start to fight – it’s just a big brawl.
The prospect of a communal brawl really scared this young boy. He wondered, “Am I going to die”? So, on the days leading up to the event, he worked out, practiced boxing, and even studied some boxing videos.
Brian got up bright and early on December 26th, and looked out the window. He didn’t see a soul anywhere. He thought, “O.K., I guess things are going to start a little late. This is what West Indians do; when they are suppose to show at 7:00, they don’t show until 9:00 or 10:00. O.K.”
After a while he went into his dad’s room, only to find that he’d been punk’d. Laughing, his father said, “I can’t believe you fell for that one”. This was just one of the many times Brian’s dad made his childhood a wonderful place to be.