…Chicken boxing.

When I got told today about chicken boxing, I immediately accused the person who told me about it of making the whole thing up.  But no.  Louisiana legislators on the state Senate Judiciary committee were discussing how to tighten up the state’s law against cockfighting, when state Senator Elbert Guillory pointed out the potential for overreach…

Guillory said he was especially concerned about the part of the law that deals with paraphernalia.

“Leather spur covers and plastic spur covers, um, that are used in the legitimate sport of chicken boxing might be considered paraphernalia,” Guillory said.

“Wait, wait, wait … chicken boxing?” [state Senator J.P. ] Morrell said.

“Yes, chicken boxing,” Guillory replied.

At that point, it took Morrell a few stops and starts before he could articulate his point.

I can imagine.  Apparently, this revelation stopped state Senate Judiciary committee deliberations for a bit as the paraphernalia was duly examined, and at least one state Senator tried to figure out just how one could box with one’s feet and not fall over.  And I have to admit, I can’t blame them for stopping dead in their tracks over this one.  It’s like the time that I discovered that people raced cows in this country (and still do, in other parts of the world).  As in, put saddles on the cows, ride, and race them.  You really do have to take a moment and contemplate that.

:pause:

Chicken boxing.  Huh.

Moe Lane

3 thoughts on “…Chicken boxing.”

  1. I’ve heard of cow racing and chicken boxing rings a bell but I’m not going to believe in the latter until I see it.

    1. It’s cockfighting, with the cocks unable to harm each other.
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      Cocks attack each other with the spurs on their legs. (They’re little velociraptors, after all.)
      In cock fights, they’ll go like nature intended them to, or for the especially brutual–have razor blades superglued to their spurs.
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      With chicken boxing, the spurs are covered, with the intent that no lasting damage happens to either bird.
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      Why do I know this?
      I have no fricking idea.
      I do know from first hand experience that roosters are vicious little beasties, eager to fight (and kill). (Heck, last year, one of them decided to take on the St. Bernard. The cunning plan worked out about as well as you’d expect.)

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