Murrmurr
SF VIP
- Location
- Sacramento, California
After I posted this comment;
I was a Giants fan, so I put Dodgers cards on my spokes. The fist-fights I used to get into with kids who were Dodgers fans were not only expected, they were welcomed. Slamming our bikes down and going at it, man. hahaha! Awesome memories.
in the thread "Bicycle Sound Effects" I got to wondering how many of you guys' fathers (or uncles) took you in the backyard for boxing lessons.
I know Gary O had lessons (from a really early age). I did, too. I got my first set of gloves when I was 5 or 6. At first my dad held back, but when I was 8 it started getting serious. That's when I started using the defensive moves he taught me out of necessity. (Also, that's when I started wearing headgear.) By age 10, Dad's boxing got pretty aggressive and so did mine. Plus I learned to keep my footing and employ avoidance tactics. By age 12, I thought I was an ace at boxing, and then we started practicing bare knuckle fighting. He held back again, of course, but he started to show me that size doesn't matter; that there are defensive and offensive moves that can level the playing field, if you will. Sure, some of them might be considered "dirty" but when a guy twice your size comes at you, a little dirty fighting is absolutely ok. The alternative is getting your arse handed to you.
Anyway, I'm curious how many men on SF were given back yard boxing lessons.
I was a Giants fan, so I put Dodgers cards on my spokes. The fist-fights I used to get into with kids who were Dodgers fans were not only expected, they were welcomed. Slamming our bikes down and going at it, man. hahaha! Awesome memories.
in the thread "Bicycle Sound Effects" I got to wondering how many of you guys' fathers (or uncles) took you in the backyard for boxing lessons.
I know Gary O had lessons (from a really early age). I did, too. I got my first set of gloves when I was 5 or 6. At first my dad held back, but when I was 8 it started getting serious. That's when I started using the defensive moves he taught me out of necessity. (Also, that's when I started wearing headgear.) By age 10, Dad's boxing got pretty aggressive and so did mine. Plus I learned to keep my footing and employ avoidance tactics. By age 12, I thought I was an ace at boxing, and then we started practicing bare knuckle fighting. He held back again, of course, but he started to show me that size doesn't matter; that there are defensive and offensive moves that can level the playing field, if you will. Sure, some of them might be considered "dirty" but when a guy twice your size comes at you, a little dirty fighting is absolutely ok. The alternative is getting your arse handed to you.
Anyway, I'm curious how many men on SF were given back yard boxing lessons.