Boxing Missoula   In the widescreen version of Missoula, a day
in the life of the city includes chemistry class at the
University, towels on sale at Penney’s, the thud of videos in
the drop-box, cars in line for coffee at Malfunction Junction,
the soft pink lunchbox packed with Gogurt, the worn-out scraper
on the windshield and the dog who picked a fight with your dog
at Blue Mountain. A score of habits, a dozen cares. The same
thing on Monday as Friday. It’s the way we live.  Except on
Wednesday nights. In the past year a mid-week fever has broken
out after dark, the uncommon energy of many people gathered in a
dangerous way. Boxing at the Wilma has gradually taken root as
Missoula’s best way to step outside the way we live. Like the
characters in Fight Club, the boxers, promoters, managers and
patrons of Boxing Night are not, in fact, dangerous, but they
all court a high that is almost forbidden in its carnal thrill,
and they do it in a cinema cathedral.  The story of boxing at
the Wilma begins with a run-d