The difference is that I do not want you to dissapear I would just like you to be civil and you will never hear me say anything less than civil to you. As for Wess I am sorry I thought he was the other one you would never want to meet my error. It does not matter who.
Differences about power and control (Sub Topic to Main Topic )
So I hsd a thought,--I know, Danger, danger Will Robinson--- but negativity and aggression are an explosive mix. I know that I routinely get caught up in the negativity as well. It is sort of like the little kid at school gets sick and then most of those in his class get sick and then the school is infected. Same here the negativity is contagious I was hoping that if some one says something totally stupid, assinine, and moronic like I usually do, I mean like someone always does and we get a resentment ( polite for a raging hair up the wazoo ) perhaps since we all have a private e-mail address posted next to our name (some make believe made up handles )we could rant privately with the individual or indivduals that tweaked our serenity mode. Now that is just a theory coming from as Olga described a theroist, let us not have some big discussion or vote here just do as I say OK!
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FIGHT CLUB, In 1984 I was in Gainesville Fl. I weighed 272 pounds 100 lbs more than when I was in school, I was smoking 3.5 packs of cigarettes a day. I decided to quit smoking and gained a ton of weight. I started running and working out, in 1985 I joined this boxing club in a little town called High Springs Fl. The name of it was John La Brune's Boxing Club; I worked out with these guys there for over a year. John the coach said he would get me down to 165 lbs fight weight. Well I did get down to 169lbs I was 32 years old and was running about eighty miles a week and hard as a morning----skip that, well pretty rock solid any way. I was sparring with a couple of the good fighters and I was just begging for a fight and the guy just kept putting me off. Not too long after I went to work out and he started wrapping my hands and said I was going in the ring for three rounds. I was a little worried because I saw Alfred Maxwell (the Terminator gold gloves)roaming around and I did not really want any of him. So I get ready and go up to the ring and he has me getting in the ring with this little kid about 13 years old, good size for a teenager and cut deep too. I said to John “Hey John I can't get in the ring with this Kid I might hurt him" and he said to me, go easy on him, I just want to see his defensive skills if he has any. I was waiting for the bell, There was a lot of laughing and joking going on around me and a lot more people there than usual. I was feeling a little embarrassed too, I mean going in with this kid. The bell sounded and I took to step forward when this kid was on top of me like a swarm of yellow jackets. I blinked once and this kid hit me 34 times at least, I stepped in and grabbed him in the clinch trying to get some thinking going on in my head. I was thinking I best jab this guy real good so I changed legs and switched to a south paw stance because my left was quicker, before I got set he hit me another 42 times. One of the shots hit me under the rib and I was sucking for air. I popped that kid one time with a right cross and knocked him back about five feet, I caught some air and thought c’mon punk bring it on and he did. That kid hit me so hard and so often I forgot where I was, and who I was. I don't remember what kept me up during that barrage of lightning, most likely the ropes, but when the bell rang ending the first round some one came and took me back to the corner, well with the first round under my belt and any passion to ever fight again beaten out of me, the doctor suggested John leave me out. I could not think straight for a couple of months. I asked John who the hell that Kid was and he said just a kid from up the panhandle way, named Roy Jones Jr.
Wess:
At least you got beat by a good one. Its not always size that makes the difference.
I have a similar story not involving celebrity but involving a size difference. I'm about 6'2" and in college about 190 pounds, in great shape. I took a little Tae Kwon Doe and was prestty good at free style sparring. I seemed to have a little natural coordination and even though I was only a yellow belt I was matched up against much more advanced fighters, who, quite honestly, I enjoyed making look foolish. Of course all punches and kicks were pulled (not full force) as this was only sparring but we always made sure that the effect was felt.
One day as I was having a good time making a brown belt look foolish, our instructor was observing. He was a tiny native Korean who was (I swear) not taller than 5 feet and perhaps 95 pounds (as they say, soaking wet), called me over to help him demostrate a new move. I was honored as usually only the advanced students took part in a demonstration like this. The move he was showing involved three quick forward punches from a crouched position.
He did them slowly. Then turned toward me and in the blink of an eye, fired three quick punches into my solar plexus. Took less than half a second - and I didn't think I would be able to draw breath...well...ever again.
This guy didn't have any big name, or any big size, but he taught me to respect even the little guys.
Hello!! You guys are getting out of hand again!!! Damn it man!! I think this is really funny!!! But how does this help with finding the lady we dream about. Okay maybe it is good psyco therapy. I really think there is enough fighting in the world and on TV. This should get you you going anyway. Would you all start acting your age instead of you IQ!!!! Okay Just kinding don't bash me my heart still hurts from my trip to Yalta!!!
South,
I think jet meant that when you find the lady of your dreams, you must punch her three consecutive times very fast in the solar plexusto earn her respect at a high 5th degree level...(or something like that)
What is the topic of this thread? Fight Club.
And what were Wess and I talking about? Sparring. Boxing. Fighting.
How much more "on subject" can we get?
Compared to the verbal fighting we have seen in this forum of late, our descriptions of past experience are nothing (of course I don't speak for Wess, his opinion is his own).
And actually southernman if anyone is getting out of hand its you perhaps it is continued criticism about subject opinions and subject matter. I thought we were supposed to be moving away from that.
But don't leave us hanging with your above description - what happened to your head in Yalta?
your presence in this ring is sorely missed by some, just so you know.
Some mediterranean spirit combined with a stiff British (upper) lip, especially handy to camo an occasional hit, could well land a punch accross the vast waters, the saline kind in which amphibians have no place, especially when wearing gloves is mandatory.
Predators abound, hardly any rules, and no referee to bail you out - hey man, that reminds me of a certain van? ;-)
But there are smphibians, (frogs in particular) that love saline water.
Most notable is a crab-eating frog Rana cancrivora which lives in Thailand. Its believed to be able to survive and thrive in completely saltwter because it retains urea (uric acid) in its blood rather than secrete it.
In other words - this frog is full of piss and vinegar (or just the former anyway) like our friend toad (and I say that with all due respect).
no frog and no lizard either, neither salamander nor gecko, not snake and even further removed from an eel, and such simply cannot earn any respect. You mention he thrives on urea? Sounds to me that he stinks. You've got funny reasons, but then again you're American..
Portugal, so close to Spain, simply must inhabit a certain Fly. Flies are on the diet of most toads my iq of 1.5 tells me, and this fact could, mind what I say here, well open up an entire new horizon. Keep in mind that there must be poisonous flies also, and a south-american frog could well fall for the wrong european fly, and flyfishermen are very well versed with this topic.
I'm sure that only when it moves....