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  • #11
    I sparred giovanni lorenzo a couple weeks before jacobs killed him...didnt know it was him till after lol

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    • #12
      Originally posted by MightyWhitey View Post
      I sparred giovanni lorenzo a couple weeks before jacobs killed him...didnt know it was him till after lol
      That's a good kid to spar with dawg. I used to spar with Vivian Harris, Demarcus Corley, Spinks.

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      • #13
        I met a guy named Dave who had an interesting story.
        Guy was 6'8", 350lbs, and grew up with a Golden Gloves champ for a stepdad who apparently enjoyed beating him regularly.
        Dave spent his entire childhood fighting, then in his teens got into Golden Gloves. Once he started working jobs as a bouncer, doorman, security, etc, he stopped going to the gym and put on weight.

        Anyway, I met Dave because I was supposed to fight him. I had been in the Army for about 5 years, and a buddy in my unit kept telling me about this friend of his who "thinks he is so bad ass" and how someone needs to knock him out, etc. Eventually my Army buddy told me that the guy was actively picking on him and his friends, but they were all scared to fight him. I volunteered, saying "Tell him I will fight him".

        So I meet Dave, and sure enough he is just as big as he was rumored to be. I approach him, speak with him in a respectful tone, basically the "We are going to do this, but there is no reason we can't be civilized about it" sort of thing.
        We put on our gloves, make sure the other is ready, and *ding ding* here we go.

        The guy has a massive reach. He sends a big right hand my way, I lean back and it's a complete miss. We move around, he sends a few jabs that I deflect, then another big right hand. This one grazes my nose. We move around, little jabs to the gloves, I am trying to feel him out. I guess I had a brain dead moment, because I will never forget seeing him telegraph a huge right hand. I watched the shoulder, the arm, the draw back, the twist, the launch forward, and it come right at me, thinking every step of the way that "He is about to blast me right in the face", yet for some reason made no attempt to deflect it, slip it, etc.
        BAM! He connects a clean right hand straight to my left eye.
        I immediately a hard right cross to him. I am still not looking right at him as my head is still looking up from the blast to my face.
        I feel a hard -thud- on my glove, knowing i hit something.
        My head drops back down, taking my eyes out of the clouds and back to Dave.
        Dave is gone, he is no longer standing in front of me.
        I look down to find Dave sitting flat on his ass, legs bowed out, chin to his chest, mumbling something.
        My instinct is to ask "Did I get you?"
        He ends up getting up, and his exact words, which I will never forget, were "I have never been hit so hard that I fell off my feet".
        I ask him if he wants to continue, and he says yes.
        Round two.
        I am bobbing back and forth, sending small jabs to him, seeing if he will open up.
        He send a hard jab my way, immediately followed by a straight right.
        I slip that giant right hand of his, send a left jab right to his jaw.
        He is stunned and tries backing away.
        I go after him, sending a left hook hard into his temple. He starts losing his balance and going over, but instinctively I want to be sure he actually goes down (hopefully for good) so i send a heavy right hand straight to him, which makes clean contact with his jaw.
        Lights out.
        He falls face first to the ground.
        His pants have fallen down (no joke).
        He is completely limp.
        I ask "Are you ok?" about 15 times.
        He never responds.
        After being out cold for about a minute he suddenly comes to, and gets to his feet as fast as he can, which is not very fast.
        He says he wants to keep going, claiming he can still fight. He says "What? I fell down, I'm sorry!".
        Everyone watching convinces him that he was KO'd. He is bleeding from the mouth. He says it feels like his brain is "moving around inside his skull".

        We shake hands, laugh, clean up, and we have been best friends ever since.

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        • #14
          that's an awesome story, pretty much encapsulates what boxing is all about, punching each other in the face then shaking hands afterwards and having a laugh about it.

          Really an interesting phenomenon when you think about it!

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