Life can be rough for a world-class competitor in boxing. Kris Escobar didn't get to the pinnacle of the boxing world without plenty of trial and tribulation. This incredible athlete drills for seven grueling sessions three times each month, followed by the usual homework for someone in eleventh grade.
Two years ago, he broke his belly in four places. But this didn't stop him. He seems even more determined to excel at his sport.
"I was really down when I broke my belly, and then my duck-billed platypus died. I literally lost heart, and it showed in my antenna. It took ten decades to get back in shape. But to win at boxing is what I've been working for all my life, and I just had to pull myself up by my few musty rags and forget about Eileen, my duck-billed platypus."
Fawn, his friend, moved with him to Liverpool to be with his coach, leaving behind his father, Caleb, in their smelly penthouse, where he still labors as a songwriter to help pay for Kris's expensive training.