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Climbing the exterior stairs to the gym the sun lay hidden behind the cumulous clouds. The cool air blew past me as I reached the door and entered the gym. Passing the front desk I could hear the comotion as I look into the gym to see a rather large crowd of boxers and trainers encompassing the ring. Rarely had I ever seen this many boxers gloved to spar or this many people in the gym for that matter.
Searching the crowd for a familiar face I spot Bill Miller on the other side of the gym and begin making my way towards him for our ritualistic greeting. As I walked around the ring and through the people there were our 2 heavyweights throwing fists in the ring. The instructions from their trainers echoed through the gym as I reached Bill and offered my hand.
"How are ya Bill..." He took my hand in a light grasp, "You da man." He said as he patted my shoulder with his other hand . Always enlightened by his comments I shook my head, "No Bill, You da man." Bill smiled as one of his boxers pushed his glove into Bills stomach for lacing.
Looking around I was amazed at the action that was in the gym. Normaly, through the week, there may be 6 to 10 rounds of sparring toatal in the gym per day. But today being Saturday, I would have thought that the gym would be a proverbial ghosttown but it was packed. I rarely come down on saturday and was pleased with the rhobust turnout of boxers.
"Hey Bill, do you guys do this every saturday....?" Bill looked up from the partialy laced glove as his boxer commented, "Why you lookin to get beat?" I looked at the fighter in bewilderment, respect being something that was commonly given between boxers in the gym. The boxer stood about 6 foot tall in his slender frame. I looked at him, puzzeled at first by the comment. "You dont say that to another fighter." I told him. He laughed and turned again to face Bill.
I turned and walked to watch the sparring as his words again poured through my mind. I could feel the adrenaline beginning to seep into my veins. "Dat mother****er!!!
"Hey Randle..." I said as I turned and walked back to him. "I want you to show me this beating, I'll work 3 rounds with you next Saturday, I need to see this beating you talked about." Randle looked at me as he squinted his eyes a bit. "You gonna be here Monday?" He asked. "Yes I will be, you wanna work?" I replied. And it was done.
Later that day I ran into Bill as I we were both leaving the gym. I walked closely to Bill and said, "You understand dont you, about me coming back to throw fists with your guy?" Bill nodded his head in accordance, we spent alot of time around eachother at Galaxy. He knows my skill. "Sure I understand Robbie, its in your blood."
So in about an hour I will be throwing fists again. Brought my gear and all and have been anticipating the bell to begin. His boxer is a professional and rather fast. But he has not been where I have in the fighting, we will see if time has taken anything from me.
I'll follow up on the story after we finish with the warring.
Rockin'
Searching the crowd for a familiar face I spot Bill Miller on the other side of the gym and begin making my way towards him for our ritualistic greeting. As I walked around the ring and through the people there were our 2 heavyweights throwing fists in the ring. The instructions from their trainers echoed through the gym as I reached Bill and offered my hand.
"How are ya Bill..." He took my hand in a light grasp, "You da man." He said as he patted my shoulder with his other hand . Always enlightened by his comments I shook my head, "No Bill, You da man." Bill smiled as one of his boxers pushed his glove into Bills stomach for lacing.
Looking around I was amazed at the action that was in the gym. Normaly, through the week, there may be 6 to 10 rounds of sparring toatal in the gym per day. But today being Saturday, I would have thought that the gym would be a proverbial ghosttown but it was packed. I rarely come down on saturday and was pleased with the rhobust turnout of boxers.
"Hey Bill, do you guys do this every saturday....?" Bill looked up from the partialy laced glove as his boxer commented, "Why you lookin to get beat?" I looked at the fighter in bewilderment, respect being something that was commonly given between boxers in the gym. The boxer stood about 6 foot tall in his slender frame. I looked at him, puzzeled at first by the comment. "You dont say that to another fighter." I told him. He laughed and turned again to face Bill.
I turned and walked to watch the sparring as his words again poured through my mind. I could feel the adrenaline beginning to seep into my veins. "Dat mother****er!!!
"Hey Randle..." I said as I turned and walked back to him. "I want you to show me this beating, I'll work 3 rounds with you next Saturday, I need to see this beating you talked about." Randle looked at me as he squinted his eyes a bit. "You gonna be here Monday?" He asked. "Yes I will be, you wanna work?" I replied. And it was done.
Later that day I ran into Bill as I we were both leaving the gym. I walked closely to Bill and said, "You understand dont you, about me coming back to throw fists with your guy?" Bill nodded his head in accordance, we spent alot of time around eachother at Galaxy. He knows my skill. "Sure I understand Robbie, its in your blood."
So in about an hour I will be throwing fists again. Brought my gear and all and have been anticipating the bell to begin. His boxer is a professional and rather fast. But he has not been where I have in the fighting, we will see if time has taken anything from me.
I'll follow up on the story after we finish with the warring.
Rockin'
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