![]() ![]() He knows he’s expected to talk about his father, a former junior welterweight champion and perhaps the greatest fighter of his day. It’s a name that carries both expectations and opportunities. His name? There’s a “Junior” at the end of it, but most people zero in on what comes before: Aaron Pryor. ![]() ![]() He’s 27, with a wide smile and thin beard, and as he’ll be happy to tell you, what he does for a living is in his blood. If there’s a choice in being up at this hour, he isn’t aware of it. At 5:30 in the morning, when it feels a bit too cold and certainly too early to do anything but hit the snooze button, the Champ’s son rolls his 160-pound, 6’4” frame out of bed and puts on his work clothes: red sweatpants, green long-sleeved shirt, gray hooded sweatshirt, and black winter hat. ![]()
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