Boxing story, doolie year, 1979....
I'm a big, athletic type...so I'm in the heavyweight class. My opponent in my class is 6'6" and about 240, I'm 6'2" and 199.
I go through a beating every class...he can jab like Ali...my head spins so many directions, I don't know what to think! And I get FRUSTRATED...
One bright Monday my instructor, Coach Weichers tells me: "Get more aggressive, get under his reach...DO SOMETHING OR HE'LL KILL YOU!!!"
Okay, message received.
So...as I'm taking my expected beating...I decide to end this. Oh, did I tell you I had never boxed, but had been in martial arts for many years? So...after another flurry of jabs to my poor head, I "lost it" and performed a spinning back-fist to the head, followed by a roundhouse kick to the chest. Down went my opponent. Coach W?? He's NOT a happy camper!! He's racking me like an upperclassman he's so...angry. "Why Mr, WHY?!" "Sir...I'm tired of getting my rear beaten every day and you said to do something. This was something I knew I could do!"
Laughter ensued. My opponent, my classmate, thought it was funny...Coach eventually realize the humor...
And I didn't take a beating that day.
But then came Wednesday...
Steve
USAFA ALO
USAFA '83