For anyone who has actually been in the ring share a personal true story!!

Yep lots of great fighters get stick and get called bums which is ridiculous when they are easily the number 1 or 2 guy of a division (I'm not gonna name names)

 

Don't have any compelling stories, but I fully agree with the point you made in your last paragraph.

 

I started boxing early and I remember one time I got a wild hair or something and smarted off with my trainer. His name was Henry Wilson (rip) and at the time he had to be about 57 yrs old. He told me that he would beat my ass and I laughed bc he was old. I was decent at the time and slick. Long story short, that old man beat my ass. Had two uncles who boxed , and trained under him, and told me not to get in the ring with him but I didn't listen. Never seen an old man move like that. He humbled me. He was a great fellow.

 

I'll add some tomorrow. Bed time :good

 

This is not about being in the ring myself, but a 16-year-old bomb-throwing grade school drop-out on my amateur team in the early '80s who was in the 147-pound final for the N.Y. Golden Gloves Championship.

He was mobbed in the dressing room by reporters before the bout. His opponent was a 26-year-old Hungarian Freedom Fighter.

They kept shouting: "Howya gonna beat a Hungarian Freedom Fighter; he stood up to Russian tanks!?

"No Nazi can beat me!"

 

:rofl

 

Can't really think of any off hand that are worth telling.

When I was about 15/16 I had a boy from my gym who had always been heavier than me and as a result he used to go easy on me in sparring, pulling his punches. One summer I grew a lot and eventually we were around the same weight. In my gym, a 50 50 spar with two guys going all out was always referred to as "Flat out", or "Flat oot" as we would say in Scotland.

Me and the other lad touched gloves and started the spar, he instantly drove me on the ropes and started teeing off with thundering hooks, left - right left right left right, with no real thought going into them. He was punching so franticly that I knew he would punch himself out (add to the fact that he wasn't fully fit). About 30 seconds went by and he had landed nothing clean. Never the less it must have seemed to on lookers like I was in trouble.

As I had predicted, he was gassed and I piled the pressure on him for about a minute, catching him hard shots to the body but not really hurting him. With about 30 second left in the round, he got his breath back and came ploughing forward looking to get me again. I took a step back and fired a 1-2 right down the middle which caught him him clean, he paused on the spot, swaying for a milisecond before falling forward like a tree that had just been cut down, out cold.

It was like an Ali-Foreman fight, only it took place in 1 round instead of 8. I Rope-a-doped in him one round.

Sadly I've never showed punch power like that in the several years that's followed. Lucky shot i guess.

 

I would share a personal story, but it isn't true, so I won't share it