High above the Friday Night Fights Boxing Gym in New Orleans, just minutes from the night's first round, boxer Matravious Tims is in the zone.
Timms, fresh from a quiet meditation on the concrete, sits motionless as his coach wraps tape around his knuckles.
But club owner Mike Tata is ready to put on a show for people.
“What do you mean move this downstairs?” he interjected. “When we do this on the steps by the ring, the crowd loves it. It's always better when the crowd sees it.”
This is the beauty of Friday Night Fight boxing matches. A match is in one sense a serious sporting event, and in a larger part a performance.
This extravagant quarterly show features everything from old boxing enthusiasts shouting commands at ringside (“There's money in Slidell, look back!'') to college students waving homemade signs. It attracts spectators from all walks of life. Some tourists wandered in from the street after reading about “burlesque shows'' on flyers.
Regardless of the draw, Friday Night Fights are powerful.
Despite severe thunderstorms and flood warnings across New Orleans on Friday, March 8, the gym was packed by the end of the night and as loud as its mastermind, Mike Tata himself. He was entertaining with his drunken energy.