David Inlander

When I was nine, I suffered from extreme shyness.  Lining up in gym class by height, I was always second to last.  Thank goodness for Dickie Yee who flanked me to the left.

In an effort to boost my self-confidence, my 6’ father dragged me to register for boxing classes at the Highland Park Recreational Center.  My grizzled coach, Police Chief Michael Bonamarte, was determined to shape a bunch of timid little boys into the next Floyd Patterson! For the next eight weeks, I ran laps, jumped rope, shadow boxed, and eventually sparred with the imposing Chief himself. Little by little, my fears subsided, and I keenly focused on keeping my left hand up to protect my nose from the next incoming jab. 

The Chief announced an elimination tournament would determine each grade’s champion.  I fought three matches, advancing to the finals against HUGE Gordon Sheppi, who tipped the scales 42 pounds more than I.  Either out of fear or cunning, I danced around the ring and wore Gordon down--so by the final round, I landed several decisive punches to my panting, red-faced opponent. 

Victory was mine, and I proudly accepted my “Golden Gloves” trophy!  Despite my diminutive size, I realized I could hold my own and overcome imposing obstacles.  Over time, shyness and shortness fell by the wayside.   My confidence grew, inspired by the proudly displayed hardware on my bookshelf, which now resides next to my only other athletic award: 2019 Fantasy Football League Champion!