Boxing Slang

[BoxingGorilla]

He "shot is load" is pretty funny.


"Whip him till his tounge falls out." That's the horses though.

[erik_corrales]

i'm wondering about the etymology of being "green". and "cute"

[Jimanuel Boogustus]

'Green' as in not ready, not ripe, like a green tomato (yuk!) however, I can see how the term 'Green' links with the term 'Ripe' as in ready for the taking... Which is a bit silly, but there you go.

Cute, I don't get... Maybe it's that typical manly approach to anything overly clever as being a bit gay

[erik_corrales]

'Green' as in not ready, not ripe, like a green tomato (yuk!) however, I can see how the term 'Green' links with the term 'Ripe' as in ready for the taking... Which is a bit silly, but there you go.

Cute, I don't get... Maybe it's that typical manly approach to anything overly clever as being a bit gay

awesome

[smashup]

''When your near the ropes; fidget, then fuck him off'' - Adam Booth - David Haye vs Nikolai Valuev.

I almost spat my Cherry Coke out when I heard that

hahahaha I Remember watching the fight live in a bar in Malta and vividly remember Booth saying that.

Me and my Bruv were in stitches

[ruthless rocco]

erik morales had a trainer who apparently liked to say "put some water on his balls" in the corner between rounds... i don't speak spanish so i can't absolutely confirm that thats what was being said but that is what the translator said. this happened in at least 4 different fights! it remains a joke between my brother and i to this day.

[erik_corrales]

erik morales had a trainer who apparently liked to say "put some water on his balls" in the corner between rounds... i don't speak spanish so i can't absolutely confirm that thats what was being said but that is what the translator said. this happened in at least 4 different fights! it remains a joke between my brother and i to this day.

haha i know what you're talking about. i dont think that's slang though. some trainers really do put water on the fighters' balls cause wearing that bigass jock belt gets pretty hot. i'm not sure if its legal though.

[Hornfinger]

'rata tat tat' - Enzo Calzaghe

The translation...

'Hit him Joe, I don't know what I'm talking about....'

[bradlee180]

Yeah, it's like a code-language; non-boxing fans don't even know what you're talking about if you lay it on thick:


PUGILISM VERNACULAR
by: the bradguy, 2007

“He’s telegraphing, time his telegraphs!!”
“He brings it back low!” Voices echoed in The Blue Horizon.
“Don’t hook with a hooker!!”
“Throw the right over his lazy left!” yelled a towel-carrier.
“Turn it over!”

The Professor was a southpaw head-hunter and a rhythm fighter. Tonight he wore Winning, but he’d lost his reflexes and his timing. He’d hung ‘em up 2 years before, but one of the Alphabet Soups had made him their Champion Emiritus allowing him to be in The Big Show tonight along with ring-rust. Once he had a good set of whiskers, but now it was a suspect-chin leaving him a bit gun-shy. In the squared circle with him was a body-snatcher who was also a pressure fighter. Metacarpal issues led to the body-snatcher sporting Winning pillows tonight instead of his favored Reyes.

The Professor possessed superior ring-science and experience, but the body-snatcher had youth, speed, and power. Ring Generalship had been the Professor’s forte, but effective aggression belonged to the body-snatcher this night. The falling step with the left jolt by the Professor fell short-of-the-mark. The Professor threw the corkscrew at the perpetually bobbing/weaving swarmer.

The body-snatcher’s cutman exclaimed, “He’s got a mouse, he’s got a mouse! Where’s the Enswell? Get the Enswell, it’s with the Avatene and the Adrenaline! This isn’t Tokyo!!! I thought there was gonna be a tomato can in there tonight! The scribes’ will be saying our guy was EXPOSED! I thought he was ripe to be taken!” The over-excitable cutman was obviously no Al Gavin and certainly no Chuck Bodak!

The round wasn’t over yet. The body-snatcher was a swarmer, and he threw the Gancho at the liver. PAYDIRT, and the body-snatcher went to the farthest neutral corner.
“He’s fallen...and he can’t get up!” ..Or could he? Was it a ticker problem? It was vaguely reminiscent of the aftermath of the mysterious anchor punch by The Greatest in ’65. Would he be saved by the bell?

The third-man-in-the-ring reached 10, and the doctor slid between the ropes. It was a Gancho that had put him horizontal, but because of the Professor’s earlier reactions, the doc was wary of a possible subdural hematoma. In any case, Dementia Pugilistica certainly awaited both pugilists…ALL pugilists. Fortunately the Professor was lucid. A lacerated liver and a fractured false rib were most probable; the Professor had been dusted by a legitimate Gancho thrown with bad intentions. It was no anchor punch.

The 10-Point Must System was rendered obsolete because the body-snatcher had taken it out of the 3 judges’ incapable hands. Marquis of Queensberry had prevailed tonight, both guys had been clean with superb examples on display of competitive spirit and sportsmanship. The crowd was on their feet giving it up for both ring-warriors. That’s boxing.