Why did you start boxing?

You got that from Hajime no ippo you joker.:rofl

 

My father was a very athletic but small man - alternate for the olympics in wrestling, marine corps boxing team, trained with Carmen Basilio's manager Joe Netro and those guys when he was young in New York because they were family friends (my dad is 70 now). He trained me a little when I was a boy.

I was a nerdy bookish kid but always very deceptively strong even though I was scrawny. Also trained in traditional martial arts styles but when I went away to college I felt they were all lame there and joined the boxing team. I needed an outlet for my anger - I am usually extremely calm and even keeled in life but I have so much hatred inside me, some of it envious, some of it simply directed at the nature of the universe where terrible things must happen to good people. Sometimes it would bubble out. Boxing helped that, and people will always always underestimate me in real life situations.

 

How very dare you question the truth of my life-story!!! You're lucky my mate Takam-... er.... Steve isn't on this board... :roll:

 

Was doing BJJ. Joined a gym with a Boxing program and a friend/coach asked me to hit a heavy bag. He was ripping me while I was hitting the bag and I gained a respect for the complexity of Boxing.

Been Boxing ever since.

 

just tried it out for a short while for the heck of it then realized it takes a lot of commitment and time which i can't spare for a hobby atm.

 

I played sports in high school and I grew up watching boxing, but boxing never dawned on me until I fought a kid in high school that was about 6 inches taller (I was about 5'8" and he was definitely about 6'2"-6'3") than me and about 20lbs heavier (I think I was about 145, so he'd be 165, maybe even 170.) We used gloves and fought in his back yard. I was nervous thinking I was about to get pounded as we squared off. I found blocking his shots VERY easy and I was able to time him and parry everything he was doing, but I hadn't thrown a punch for the first 15 seconds of the fight.


People got restless and called me a *****, to not just try to survive, but to do something. The guy rushed in and dropped a straight right on my cheek as I was trying to decide what to do, and then I fired back as he tried to get aggressive after landing his first shot. I countered his 2nd straight right and dropped him with a straight left hand flush on the upper lip, knocking him and his top right front tooth out.


Next week I went to a gym and I've been boxing ever since.

 

no better sport

 

a little bit of all the above slowly building up but how it really started like all good stories with a girl. back in middle school i was bullied a lot and continued through high. i didn't have my first gf till 11th grade and it wasn't till 12th till i was in a serious one. i was madly in love with her till she broke up with me for the guy who tortured me all through middle and high :rofl. one day he cracked a terrible joke to me about what he and her had been doing and well i also cracked. i through him up against the wall and just beat him down. as messed up as it sounds the adrenalin rush i got from it was amazing but being the nice guy i am i didn't want to seriously injure some one so i picked up boxing as a way to push through my anger, build my own self esteem, and just for great fun. i now weigh 40 more pounds then i did before (was 120 now 160ish) and love the sport :bbb

and that's my long and boring story lol :thumbsup

 

LOOL hajime no ippo

 

Because I enjoy the sport. My grandad got me into the sport initially (He was 40-0 in the amateurs as a boy), then, after a few years, I decided I'd like to have a go. He always use to say 'Why don't you have a go grandson?'..I never really about it until he passed. Now I love it. Nothing tests you more than the sport of Boxing. No sport!

 

I forgot the part about how I liked to play with my dick in public, but that has nothing to do with boxing.

 

When I was a kid, my dad was in the fire brigade... He was always so strong, and protected people in the neighbourhood... Unfortunately, after one call, he never came home...

I was always trying to be the man in the house... being the tough one who people could depend on... Whenever there was a fight going down, I'd get involved... I felt it was my duty to always be there to look after my friends... I backed down from no-one...

One time, a few guys from a boxing gym came after me... can't remember why... After giving them a hiding, their coach came out! I couldn't hit him for love nor money, but I shattered the watch he was wearing (he later told me he thought his arms would fall off from blocking)...

Anyways... After I visited his gym, I began do develop a taste for the sweet science... Guys like Rocky Marciano really got me fired up due to their never give up attitude (although I ****ing HATE anything to do with Jack Dempsey)...

I loved the feeling of trading punches with a strong guy, and being the one who can give out and absorb the most punishment... That's what pulled me in...

Been boxing ever since.

 

I began working out with a buddy. I've always been pretty fit and athletic but never really competed in anything. I wanted to do something that was physically demanding and I guess gain some mental toughness.

 

I call bull****

 

Sendo-san!!!