We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Indeed, experience is the best teacher. If one avoids experience, one learns nothing. I once had a middleweight patient who sparred twice with Gerry Cooney. The first time, Gerry went easy on him. When he went back to Cooney's gym in Jersey six months later, he told him to give him his best shots. Gerry promptly knocked him out unintentionally, just testing him. Concussion. The old guy can still throw a left hook. Was highly apologetic at the hospital. They have been best of friends ever since. Boxing is one of the Manly Arts.
Gerry Cooney is one of the good guys.
Ed: George Bellows' Stag at Sharkey's (thanks, dear readers). Bellows chose a career in painting over a career in pro baseball, following his heart for better or worse:
Gerry signed my California State Bar admission card when I was on my way to get sworn in as an Attorney. He just happened to be jogging with two middleweights in downtown LA when I spotted him and pulling over ran over to introduce myself. We had our own Gerry Cooney Fan Club in 82. Gerry is the real deal.
I'm with you, Dr. Bliss, that boxing is one of the great Manly Arts. Extreme fighting [I think it's the right term] is ugly and scary and too brutal for me.
When my husband and I were at a trustee's meeting in Cleveland back in the 1990s, we went to the Cleveland Art Museum and I got a chance to see the great boxing painting 'Stag at Sharkey's'. It's huge and it oozes aggression, courage and the dark attraction of efficient male violence. Can't recall the painter just at this senior moment, but it will come back to me. And if it doesn't, my auxiliary memory, the computer, will tell me.
Mixed Marital Arts (MMA) fighting is considerably less dangerous than boxing - it just looks scarier when you first see it.
In MMA, the fight is often ended by submission – a wrestling move that forces the opponent to “tap-out” with no physical harm. In the case of a knockout, the fight is stopped by the referee the moment one fighter is stunned and vulnerable.
Boxing now looks crazy dangerous to me. A stunned boxer has 10 seconds to stand-up and continue getting his brain bruised. I remember watching a semi-conscious Cooney get off the mat, take a standing 8-count, stand in front of George Foreman and take an uppercut that would have knocked out a rhino.
it was the left hook at 7:08 that put him on rubber legs --you're right the five or six hard shots after that but before the knockdown were just dangerous as hell --then that uppercut after the knockdown, mercy --George Foreman stepped in and threw the thing to land just as his CG shifted to come down on his left foot --so tight, little movement, everything he had in the short arc of the punch --gadzooks --a rhino-kill for sure --pore old Cooney --
A reprint of that Bellows painting was the front cover art on one of the first two paperback books I ever owned - a copy of "The Harder They Fall", by Budd Schulberg, given to me as a birthday gift by my older sister, on (I think) my 12th birthday, along with a copy of "Who Rides With Wyatt?"(don't remember the author of that one). Memorable artwork, that...
While in grad school in Illinois in the late 60's, I made the acquaintance of a pipefitter/steamfitter from Blue Island, a suburb of Chicago (he was a grad student as well - very interesting guy), who, in attempting to turn pro after some Golden Gloves success and some bouts during a tour in the Navy, once went a couple of "warm-up" rounds with Jerry Quarry, when Quarry was still fairly early in his career. He described the experience as both "interesting" and "instructive" - the first round, he said, seemed to go o.k.; when they came out for the second one, however, Quarry was fully "warmed-up" - and my acquaintance said they told him later (when he woke up) that Jerry countered his attempt at a straight right with a stiff left hook, followed by an uppercut that put out the lights.
He never saw either of Quarry's punches, of course - he said he didn't even remember starting to throw the straight right. A short while later, he decided his future lay elsewhere, finished his degree in night school and looked ahead to grad school.
When a talented pro does it, the Manly Art Of Boxing is impressive, indeed - as well as dangerous, especially for a talented but not-as-skilled amateur/semi-pro.