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Originally Posted by xelasnave
I dont use a box to fight but I understand the competative thing.
I love boxing and fights if I am picked..I have never picked a fight.
I like the feeling you get when you overpower an opponent but hate myself for feeling that way.
There is nothing as high as flogging saomeone in a fist fight particularly when they picked you and you flogged them.
I had a go recently with a mate 15 years younger.. he called me out the fool ...and he had a plate in his head..I would have killed him with one hit the fool ..but I did not have to hit him to get on top.. two kick blocks and he thought better..but it was so good backing him down I did not have to hit him after the kick blocks he knew he was done for if he went on with it. So although no real contact I won and it felt so good..how stupid to feel like that I hate my animal thing..but we are animal so I understand why and accept my aniaml stupidity.
These games seek to give us the feeling of a fight each day every day with no damage...how good is that.
We are aggressive as a species so any release of that stuff must be good for well being and much better to flog a computer box rather than a drunk mate who is acting up and awaiting disaster.
alex
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Too true!
I think our biggest flaw is not being able to realise our superiority over our opponent. Our second is not being able to realise we are out of our depth.
Back when I was training 3 times a week, then more at home, I was ripped as hell and near where I wanted to be.
I had a mate whom was at me for a number of years to spar with him, full contact with no pads. I refused and refused as I knew he would take it seriously and get very aggressive. Not to mention he was a foot taller than me and atleast 40kg heavier. I'm 6'1 and 65kg.
One fine day, he was pestering me once again, I gave in with the stipulation that if he gets aggressive I'll walk away.
After about 1min of him throwing really over powered aggressive hook shots and openly exposing his whole rib cage with every shot, I was about to say that's it. It was obvious he had no clue what to protect and when to attack.
He refused and kept goating me to continue, enforcing the fact that "I had nothing" . I had not thrown a single punch or kick, just blocked and dodged his punches.
I took advantage and showed him why not to goat people, when you don't know what your asking for.
Two (what I would call light) snap kicks later to his rib cage, he was on the ground in tears. It turned out I broke one rib and fractured two others.
No matter how big or strong you are, there is always going to be someone, who hands you a can of whoopass. I can attest to that, having 5 blackbelts stand around you in a circle, punching, elbowing and kicking the **** out of you for five minutes, teaches you to be humble.
These days I follow your tack Jen and keep the fighting, to the game stations.
I have decided to take up boxing
oh no you need to get it back out from under the sofa 
