My memories of my first fight....
Fear, lots of it.
Nerves, lots of them.
Blood, lots of it.
Tears, a lot of them.
After that fight I often wonder what drove me to keep it up.
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My memories of my first fight....
Fear, lots of it.
Nerves, lots of them.
Blood, lots of it.
Tears, a lot of them.
After that fight I often wonder what drove me to keep it up.
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^^^ you cried?...did you win?
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Let me explain how adrenaline can be a scary thing. I had a fight, and unlike whatshiswarriorface who was in and here and now has disappeared ...I really was 12.
I was fighting at the Island Resort Casino in Escanaba Michigan, on Veterans Day. I think it runs yearly and is called The Veterans Day Invitational. It is quite a big deal for americans. Old vets in there, current armed forces, american flags waving everywhere, band playing...tons of people...whole 9 yards. I am there with a small group of fighters from Canada, a few of our fans and relatives, the rest of the clubs are from the states.
Before I leave all my friends are like "Go kick some american ass!" So that is in the back of my head. Anyway, they treated us well, I get in there as it's my turn to fight, and smoke this kid...just...smoked em. His town, his ref, his judges...win a UD, barely got hit. Well...
In kicks the adrenaline, and I start to shout..."Yea! Go Canada! Eat That! Wooooo!" And all sorts of other things as the crowd is now completely silent and starting to not like me...a lot. In fact, the crowd is starting to look funny at the people who brought my dumb ass. I know I am not an asshole, but good ole' adrenaline kicked in with the rush from that win...and I turned into some kinda anti-patriotic USA hating super asshole. I honestly had no idea what I was doing...
My family, our club ended up explaining that I was only the age I was to the angering crowd (the guy I fought was 14 or 15) and still say to this day we are lucky we got out of there and back to the Canadian border with our lives. The end.
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I had fought as a kickboxer first and thought this boxing stuff would be easy - I was wrong!
Gave away 10 kgs and half of my brain cells (no considering the lack I already had for taking the bout)!
I remember being told before the bout that you could hit her with a baseball bat and sh wouldn't flinch but I assumed it was crap designed to scare me.
The most I managed was to make her blink ONCE and she just kept coming forward like a chunky little steam train while I ran around all over the place jabbing.
Mum was watching - her boyfriend of the time didn't help keep her calm or prepare her for it very well. He told her before hand that the tradition is to wear black because of blood splatter!
Of course my mum was in hysterics bawling her eyes out after that!
I was stopped in the second round by the ref by technical KO.
I had a really old ref who didn't move well. I was caught on the ropes with my opponent on my right side and him on my left - in hindsight I should have just pushed him over but he was also head of boxing SA at the time so I probably would have had a hard time of things if I'd broken his hip.
My bro came back to talk to me after the bout and had me laughing at how much he could see I wanted to hit the ref more than my opponent.
Seeing me laugh made mum feel a bit better - to see me laugh after being bashed made her feel I could handle it although it took a long time for her to feel ok about watching me again!
Since then I've developed a new appreciation for how much difference weight can make. Having said that i've also done exhibitions against the same girl (who won a national title in her weight division) and survived much more easily!
Another scary thing to think about is that she had to retire - the word was a shoulder problem but I've heard since it was actually some kind of brian damage so I guess her charge forward and ignore all style is not really healthy long term!![]()
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I'm not sure what the score would have been but I know I got hit more than a few times because i had two black eyes and a blood nose. I don't think I want to know the score!
I was not nervous going into that bout - over confident - but I learnt to be for a little while after that!
I was an adult so I didn't cry in front of anyone but sure had a new perspective on my own abilities after that!
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