"I'm proud a' you."
That's what he says afterward, in the dressing room, before concentrating
Later, he worries me.
HefI don't know.
I notice a deliberate change in my brother. He's harder. He has
a switch, and once a fight comes near, he flicks it and he is no longer my
brother Rube. He's a machine. He's a Steve, but different. More violent. Steve's
a winner because he's always been a winner. Rube's a winner because he wants
to beat the loser out of himself. Steve knows he's a winner, but I
think Rube's still trying to prove it to himself. He's fiercer, more fiery,
ready to beat all loss from his vision.
He's Fighting Ruben Wolfe.
Or is he actually fighting Ruben Wolfe?
I don't know.
It's in each eye.
Who's fighting who?
In the ring tonight, he leaves his opponent in pieces. The other guy is barely
there, from the very beginning. Rube has something over all of them. His desire
is so severe, and his fists are fast. Every time the guy goes down, Rube stands
over him tonight, and he tells him.
By the third one, he can't.
This time, Rube screams at him.
"Get up, boy!"
He lays into the padding in the corner and kicks it before climbing back
In the dressing room Rube doesn't look at me. He speaks words that are not
directed at anyone. He says, "Another one, ay. Two rounds and he's on the
More women like him.
I see them watching him.
They're young and trashy and good-looking. They like tough fellas, even though
guys like that are likely to treat them poorly. I guess women are only human
too. They're as stupid as us sometimes. They seem to like the bad ones a bit.
But is Rube bad? I ask myself.
It's a good question.
He's my brother.
Maybe that's all I know.