@Jeff — You're totally right about most neandrathals who pick street fights not knowing how to box. I boxed for 5 years throughout college (nothing major, a couple local amateur comps, mostly for exercise) and we would always see new members join who would always seem to want to prove something to someone (to whom, I'll never know). But I used to LOVE to spar with people; it was the only place I knew of where you could crack your best friend in the nose, he could drill you in the eye, then you could both laugh about it over a couple beers! I'm about 5'9, 155lbs, and I distinctly remember sparring with guys with half a foot and 60 lbs on me who should have destroyed me on reach alone. Most of the time, though, it was a total joke, they would get in there with me and start throwing well-telegraphed haymakers, trying to take my head off. So my routine was always the same: slip-jab, slip-jab, slip-jab-jab, opponent starts breathing heavy from all the missed haymakers, slip-jab-cross, parry now much weaker haymaker and counter with a right cross, slip-left hook-right uppercut. Although I do remember one chap catching me with one of his hammer of Thor haymakers and putting me down for a few minutes. I have always said the two deadliest weapons in a fight are 1) a good jab and 2) speed.
I'm not a huge MMA fan, but I always love watching GSP…he's like a little spider monkey! Also, I know this is the caveman in me talking, but I really like watching Brock Lesnar…you know everytime he throws one of his enormous meathooks at his opponent, a bloody aftermath will invariably follow. He's such a total d-bag though…I wonder if he does that for show (former wrestler, right?) or if he's really an a-hole.
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