Weird. My coaches never really talk anyone up like they're going to be a champion, but I definitely have seen them chew out guys for fighting dirty or going to hard, especially after warnings.
Very interesting stories to read. I remember first time i sparred ever, done one round with an amateur, it was okay felt semi comfortable. Second round, was with a pro, i started off and hit him full power with a right hook and he didn't like it. I didnt mean it i was just starting out and didnt know how to control the power. After this for 2 rounds i was punished and took jab after jab to the face, it was like "welcome to boxing". Remember the coaches shouting "block the jab" but i was just trying to survive it was mad. Next time i sparred him was told "if you hit him hard he'l hit you hard, i was like "yeah, thanks...could have warned me last week.." lol.
when i was 12 i sparred with a guy who is now a pro bantamweight,he was late 20s at the time and vastly more experienced than me,he was instructed to stay on the back foot and generally take it easy,but for some reason he didnt and started cracking me with straigh 1-2's ,double jabs right hands,i was getting proper rocked off the *****. somehow (dont ask me how) i managed to throw a left hook to his body and floor him. everyone in the gym is obviously shocked and laughing thinking "wtf he just get knocked down off a 12 year old"?. the guy got back up toiling and winded.I hit him another few times but then he went into psycho mode and really started beating me up,for 2 minutes more it was just me getting my ass kicked while the coach watched and egged the other guy on to beat me up. When i finished sparring that night people were coming up shaking my hand telling me how good i had done. The coach told me i was barred, I ended up going to hospital to get my face x-rayed that night due to it swollen like a balloon. To be honest i dont know if that was my worst experience but its certainly the one which caused me the most pain and the one which is most memorable to me
Can’t imagine any 25+ old boxer getting floored by 12 year old or that any 25+ year old would beat **** out of 12 year old kid. If true that boxer and coach should be shot.
I think some of my issues stem from the fact that I'm looked at as more of an assistant instructor wherever I go than a student. Started in kung fu in 94. First exposure to boxing & kickboxing (sanshou) was around 2000 when I trained privately with a pro fighter I went to college with. Started training at a real gym after moving to Baltimore in 2002. My main gym had separate boxing & kickboxing "classes". Boxing instructor kept nice control of things & taught great fundamentals - never really had any problems when he was around. Kickboxing instructor was rarely around so a few of the more advanced students took over most of the training - I got lumped into that group after a few months because of the prior experience. Even when the kickboxing instructor was around; he didn't really supervise things very much. After that, I jumped around gyms a lot because of moving & job changes; plus I got sick of the kickboxing coach never being around. Each new gym was a different set of problems. I'm a southpaw that understands my style, and I've never really been "homegrown talent". I'd help out with holding pads for fighters and noobs alike; but I'd also be used as a punching bag for the gym's golden boy(s) as well as any noobs that looked like they could fight. By the time I left Baltimore, I'd trained at 7 different gyms semi-regularly. I will say that I've had the most problems with guys being meatheads at mma gyms.
that coach is a *****,always gets kicked out of gyms from what i hear these days. used to see some epic beat ups,he would get guys who had never sparred in their lifes and put them in against good amateur fighters,the ams would just unload with straight punches in bunches not holding back at all,would usually result in the complete novice getting el sparkod and never returning
No offense dude.. Plz.. Dont know why but after reading this post yersterday, I was driving and suddendly this thing pops in my head and I started to laugh out loud like a mental.. Just saying... And today I was reading the whole thread to find this post and here I go laughing again..
there was a conflict between our boxing coach and one of the kung fu coach said that he's fighter would beat the **** out of us even while using their arms. they did not i was one of the 3 who knocked them out. so now i am proud as **** thinking that all that's left for session is bag work . it wasn't i was put to spar with dude who had 8 oz **** gloves. so we are matched pretty evenly only problem is that i am tired as hell i throw a sloppy combo and my head is no tucked in and BOOM overhand straight to my chin. went down barely got up boxed two more round can't remember **** what happened that day before practice. the other time was when my coach decided to put me in with super heavy whilst i am a MW he hit me in the body so hard that i went down and was in paralyzing for about a minute
I'm not going to take any credits from him but it was 12oz.. not 16oz.. No one in my camp use 16oz.. Just 12oz
As surely as the rustle of chairs signals a bar fight, bet this scenarios happened in your gym and maybe it was your right of passage. One day a muscled-up badass, covered in jail-house tats, shows up at the gym with his posse, calling everyone a bunch-a-pussies 'n stompin around kickin heavy bags, challenging anyone to spar, while his boys stage whisper whatta killer he is. To your surprise, your trainer tabs you to spar with him (a guy youd avoid like the plague in the street) Your trainer laces you up, sayin, Just do what ya been doin in the gym. Soon as the bell rings -- with echoes of his buddies shoutin, WATCH THIS! -- Godzilla races cross the ring throwin haymakers so wide a blind man could avoid em, and you pop m with double and triple jabs, stopping m in his tracks. Hes huffin and puffin. The next rounds worse: hes target practice for jabs and combinations; butchered till he quits, bloody and humiliated. Slithers outta the ring and leaves the gym without a word -- tail between his legs never to return. And you walk a little taller; youre a fighter to the other fighters.
Reading an incident 'bout 122-pound boxer on this thread, made me recall this incident: Saw this at a gym in N.Y. in the early '70s. it was frequented by alotta wiseguys who watched sparring. A three-time 122-pound Golden Gloves Champion and top-five pro contender was sparring, 'n a mountain-of-a-bookmaker (easily six-three, pushin' 300 pounds) -- grandstanding for his goombahs -- kept shoutin' cracks (I'd squash ya like bug -- blah blah blah) The fighter, who was about five-six 'n could really crack, wasn't ruffled but his manager 'n trainer were gettin' more 'n more steamed. Finally, the red-faced manager told the blowhard to put a sock in it. The wiseguy just got louder and 'n said what he'd do to the kid if he was in the ring. The manager jumped on it: "Why don't you put your money where you mouth is! The book shot back: "How 'bout for ten large? "Make it 20," the manager said. "DONE!" It was arranged after the gym was closed. Three rounds with ten-ounce gloves, no headgear. The owner of the gym held the stake. The wiseguy showed-up smokin' a cigar, stuffed like sausage into a stadium-sized track suit. The Jr. feather, in trunks, was cool as ice in his corner. The bell rang and the book thundered across the ring windmilling haymakers. The fighter slipped a right and dug a left hook -- WHUMP! -- into the book's gut. It sounded like Marciano hit the heavy bag. The book did a belly flop into the canvas, and lay motionless. We thought he was dead. Half the guys there were on parole, so they ran like hell.