Got a doozy this morning. A real nice, yellow and purple shiner from a left hook last night. It didn't feel this bad last night.

My boss chewed me out when he saw me this morning, pulled me into a closed room and ripped me a new one: what do I think I'm doing, what if I get hurt, I need to maintain a professional appearance, blah blah woof woof.

"Why do you do this?" he shook his head.

"Because it's HARD," I shot back. "Boxers get hit. Swimmers get wet. Goddammit, Steve. When was the last time you put yourself into any situation without being certain that it was going to go your way?"

"Well, I don't work that way."

"Exactly. I don't know what's going to happen when I step in the ring. That's why this takes balls. If you can't cope with the fact that I'm doing something that takes a pair you don't have, that's your problem. The guy I was sparring last night used to **** guys like you in prison."

Not surprisingly, he had nothing to say to that. He just sort of sputtered for a moment. "Besides," I said, "I'm doing this on my time. Not yours. You have a problem with my leisure pursuits, take it to HR. Good luck with that. Are we done?"

The change in my mind-set over the last six months is amazing. My self-confidence has shot through the ceiling. I heard these words coming out of myself and I'm thinking, "Damn, is this me, talking?" I am no longer scared of things I was scared of, before.

Boxing FTW.

Got a doozy this morning. A real nice, yellow and purple shiner from a left hook last night. It didn't feel this bad last night.

My boss chewed me out when he saw me this morning, pulled me into a closed room and ripped me a new one: what do I think I'm doing, what if I get hurt, I need to maintain a professional appearance, blah blah woof woof.

"Why do you do this?" he shook his head.

"Because it's HARD," I shot back. "Boxers get hit. Swimmers get wet. Goddammit, Steve. When was the last time you put yourself into any situation without being certain that it was going to go your way?"

"Well, I don't work that way."

"Exactly. I don't know what's going to happen when I step in the ring. That's why this takes balls. If you can't cope with the fact that I'm doing something that takes a pair you don't have, that's your problem. The guy I was sparring last night used to **** guys like you in prison."

Not surprisingly, he had nothing to say to that. He just sort of sputtered for a moment. "Besides," I said, "I'm doing this on my time. Not yours. You have a problem with my leisure pursuits, take it to HR. Good luck with that. Are we done?"

The change in my mind-set over the last six months is amazing. My self-confidence has shot through the ceiling. I heard these words coming out of myself and I'm thinking, "Damn, is this me, talking?" I am no longer scared of things I was scared of, before.

Boxing FTW.

Nice one man. He asked for that.

"The guy I was sparring last night used to **** guys like you in prison"

- I've got to remember that one! lol :boxing:

Good for you telling him off! That's what you do on your time and that's your business. Screw him, and good comeback by the way about the other guy ****ing guys like him in prison!

Got a doozy this morning. A real nice, yellow and purple shiner from a left hook last night. It didn't feel this bad last night.

My boss chewed me out when he saw me this morning, pulled me into a closed room and ripped me a new one: what do I think I'm doing, what if I get hurt, I need to maintain a professional appearance, blah blah woof woof.

"Why do you do this?" he shook his head.

"Because it's HARD," I shot back. "Boxers get hit. Swimmers get wet. Goddammit, Steve. When was the last time you put yourself into any situation without being certain that it was going to go your way?"

"Well, I don't work that way."

Next thing hell be finding your boxing clubs rules on your fax machine and youll talk to him abuot shotting a carbing maching gun at people lol:D

"Exactly. I don't know what's going to happen when I step in the ring. That's why this takes balls. If you can't cope with the fact that I'm doing something that takes a pair you don't have, that's your problem. The guy I was sparring last night used to **** guys like you in prison."

Not surprisingly, he had nothing to say to that. He just sort of sputtered for a moment. "Besides," I said, "I'm doing this on my time. Not yours. You have a problem with my leisure pursuits, take it to HR. Good luck with that. Are we done?"

The change in my mind-set over the last six months is amazing. My self-confidence has shot through the ceiling. I heard these words coming out of myself and I'm thinking, "Damn, is this me, talking?" I am no longer scared of things I was scared of, before.

Boxing FTW.

Next hell be finding your boxing clubs rules on your fax machine, and youll go off on one saying about how you might go around shooting people with a carbine machine gun!

Next hell be finding your boxing clubs rules on your fax machine, and youll go off on one saying about how you might go around shooting people with a carbine machine gun!

I need to see that movie again.

The first rule of Boxing is, you do not talk about Boxing.

I think he's more worried that I'll screw my hands up or something; I'm his #1 tech. I was thinking just a little bit ago: Who's going to notice a few bruises on a maintenance guy, anyway? What the hell is he thinking? More than anything, I think he's scared that I'm finally growing a set of balls -- the confidence and change in my posture is probably scaring the hell out of that damned control freak.

Got a doozy this morning. A real nice, yellow and purple shiner from a left hook last night. It didn't feel this bad last night.

My boss chewed me out when he saw me this morning, pulled me into a closed room and ripped me a new one: what do I think I'm doing, what if I get hurt, I need to maintain a professional appearance, blah blah woof woof.

"Why do you do this?" he shook his head.

"Because it's HARD," I shot back. "Boxers get hit. Swimmers get wet. Goddammit, Steve. When was the last time you put yourself into any situation without being certain that it was going to go your way?"

"Well, I don't work that way."

"Exactly. I don't know what's going to happen when I step in the ring. That's why this takes balls. If you can't cope with the fact that I'm doing something that takes a pair you don't have, that's your problem. The guy I was sparring last night used to **** guys like you in prison."

Not surprisingly, he had nothing to say to that. He just sort of sputtered for a moment. "Besides," I said, "I'm doing this on my time. Not yours. You have a problem with my leisure pursuits, take it to HR. Good luck with that. Are we done?"

The change in my mind-set over the last six months is amazing. My self-confidence has shot through the ceiling. I heard these words coming out of myself and I'm thinking, "Damn, is this me, talking?" I am no longer scared of things I was scared of, before.

Boxing FTW.
now that, is a good post

I like my burgers with cheese and catsup only.....

Got a doozy this morning. A real nice, yellow and purple shiner from a left hook last night. It didn't feel this bad last night.

My boss chewed me out when he saw me this morning, pulled me into a closed room and ripped me a new one: what do I think I'm doing, what if I get hurt, I need to maintain a professional appearance, blah blah woof woof.

"Why do you do this?" he shook his head.

"Because it's HARD," I shot back. "Boxers get hit. Swimmers get wet. Goddammit, Steve. When was the last time you put yourself into any situation without being certain that it was going to go your way?"

"Well, I don't work that way."

"Exactly. I don't know what's going to happen when I step in the ring. That's why this takes balls. If you can't cope with the fact that I'm doing something that takes a pair you don't have, that's your problem. The guy I was sparring last night used to **** guys like you in prison."

Not surprisingly, he had nothing to say to that. He just sort of sputtered for a moment. "Besides," I said, "I'm doing this on my time. Not yours. You have a problem with my leisure pursuits, take it to HR. Good luck with that. Are we done?"

The change in my mind-set over the last six months is amazing. My self-confidence has shot through the ceiling. I heard these words coming out of myself and I'm thinking, "Damn, is this me, talking?" I am no longer scared of things I was scared of, before.

Boxing FTW.
Maybe your boss is in love with you, and he is just worrying about your well-being.

1st rule of fight club.

lol at the line...the guy i was sparred ****ed guys like u in prison hahha classic

POST OF THE YEAR~!!! OK I dunno about that but this made me smile.

Thanks, Kid. And thanks for the karma, too. All of you.

I'm sitting home tonight, reliving this morning; I cracked a beer for the first time since I started boxing. I cannot believe what a pussy I have been for my entire adult life. If I hadn't discovered boxing, I might have gone through the next 40 years of my life taking shit from people like my boss -- and my asshole neighbor -- and thinking what they were dealing out was actually tough. I didn't know the meaning of the word.

That's the big thing. Not the fact that I can now kick my boss's or my dipshit druggie neighbor's ass; it's the fact that -- well, Kid said it really well in a PM to me:

"...once you've stepped through those ropes against a guy that wants to tear you apart, all of the little things that used to bother you before seem so unimportant."

And that's it. The things I thought were tough in my life, really aren't. The daily shit in my life isn't remotely as hard as what I did last night, and what I'll do again tomorrow night, and again and again next week. I feel lighter, and stronger, and less worried about little weaseling crap, because I just face it and do it, now.

My life suddenly ****ing rocks because of boxing. You know what? It rocked all along. The only thing that's changed, is me. Cheers. And thank you. :beerchug:

Boxing is great for the spirit as well as the soul.

Rockin' :boxing: