The art of Pugilism and making sport of our lives.
For me the line that stood out to me most was Frank Gleason to Chaugh in the hospital," give him the early rounds, he'll tire himself out".
There's 2 kinds of fighters, boxers and brawlers.
Here Don was the pure puncher, hitting hard by outweighing and out-throwing a lightweight, pun intended. He hit Ted's masculinity. Ted however tries to be a puncher back, and hits Don's masculinity by not only surving to throw his own, he asserts his own type of masculinity in being the image of the pilot in the bomber jacket and aviator glasses; with Don cowering reading a book that since he got from Sylvia it's probably hardly the Hemingway big game and strong code-hero novel.
Way over in the other arena, a boxer was sly and subtle in laying out his quiet game of jab jab and jab to position himself for the kill shot. Bob Benson. He won not with knockout punches but through strategy. He worked what he had to, Joan, and ultimately won his own fight in the end. He manuvered her to where he wanted her, in a position to save his job. She did.
With Chaugh being Don's undercard, he moved on to Sylvia. It was key that in the scenes from last week in the beginning here they showed her saying we have to be careful we don't want to fall in love. So now his strategy was to go a full 180 than he usually is with her, and go in with the heavy stuff with her; engaging in force. Usually they have a tenderness about their experiance. But here Don attempted no middle ground and went the complete other way with her. However, he tired himself out. She lasted longer and took the next round and apparently ultimately won because Don's own self worked against him. He went from a lover to a fighter, keeping with the theme this season of two sides, and ultimatley he lost big time. He even ended up saying please to her.
He went with the force too hard too much, and didn't work the mind the way Bob Benson did.
And back in the training room, Pete was the speedbag. Pete lost every round beginning with the chair, left out of the big trip, his mother and brother, all in dizzying fashion and was left a rolicking mess. Poor Pete.
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The art of Pugilism and making sport of our lives.
For me the line that stood out to me most was Frank Gleason to Chaugh in the hospital," give him the early rounds, he'll tire himself out".
There's 2 kinds of fighters, boxers and brawlers.
Here Don was the pure puncher, hitting hard by outweighing and out-throwing a lightweight, pun intended. He hit Ted's masculinity. Ted however tries to be a puncher back, and hits Don's masculinity by not only surving to throw his own, he asserts his own type of masculinity in being the image of the pilot in the bomber jacket and aviator glasses; with Don cowering reading a book that since he got from Sylvia it's probably hardly the Hemingway big game and strong code-hero novel.
Way over in the other arena, a boxer was sly and subtle in laying out his quiet game of jab jab and jab to position himself for the kill shot. Bob Benson. He won not with knockout punches but through strategy. He worked what he had to, Joan, and ultimately won his own fight in the end. He manuvered her to where he wanted her, in a position to save his job. She did.
With Chaugh being Don's undercard, he moved on to Sylvia. It was key that in the scenes from last week in the beginning here they showed her saying we have to be careful we don't want to fall in love. So now his strategy was to go a full 180 than he usually is with her, and go in with the heavy stuff with her; engaging in force. Usually they have a tenderness about their experiance. But here Don attempted no middle ground and went the complete other way with her. However, he tired himself out. She lasted longer and took the next round and apparently ultimately won because Don's own self worked against him. He went from a lover to a fighter, keeping with the theme this season of two sides, and ultimatley he lost big time. He even ended up saying please to her.
He went with the force too hard too much, and didn't work the mind the way Bob Benson did.
And back in the training room, Pete was the speedbag. Pete lost every round beginning with the chair, left out of the big trip, his mother and brother, all in dizzying fashion and was left a rolicking mess. Poor Pete.
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