PunchDrunkIrish’s BodyBlog

First of all this is not intended to persuade anyone to become a fighter. The last thing I want is a new generation of two fisted half wits like myself. I would rather people help the world by using their heads as something other than a speed bag for a blood-lusting pugilist. That being said I’ll carry on with this here blog thingy.

Someone once asked why I like to box. I told them that a man with a good strong pair of legs and quick hands could do a lot of good in the world. Imagine if "Money" Mayweather gave his purses to cancer research, or to help feed starving children. **** imagine if everyone who made more than they needed gave back to the world that was so kind to them! That’s why I train. Fighting’s all I know, dad taught me to fight, mother always said to be kind, so I combined the two things I was raised with.

then they asked a question that hurt more than any low blow I ever had. "Why do you like hurting people?"

Shite, I always wanted to use my fists to help people, I knew every fight wasn’t a tickling contest, but I always acted self righteous and stood on a high horse. Thinking I was going to be better than every other fighter who bought fancy cars and diamond watches. I was trying to buy a stairway to Heaven. Now I have to look at myself in the mirror, and can’t help but wince a little bit.

"I don’t want to hurt anyone. They know full well the risks involved"

Man I was full of shit. I was still punching guys out as a pass time. I couldn’t mask the masochist inside me.

No matter how many people I help, it’s only second hand, while everyone I harm is literally hurt by my own hand.

I have to remind myself. "Violence is not the answer, but there are some things worth fighting for…?"

 No point to this blog, just rammbling.

Now before I go on you must understand my appearence. I’m about 5"9", 150 lbs. A little skinny punk with messy hair, that no one expects to have any physical prowess what so ever. So anyways there’s this new senior at my school. A Russian guy, who moved to my school recently. He says how Russians are the dominant race. He said they could beat any race. He said Russians would never lose to an Irishman. You’d expect I’d want to box his ears in a second, but this would only proove all Irish steriotypes, so I waited until I could find a civilized way to challange and best him. So one day the Marines visited my school with a chin up challange. If you did a certain amount of chin ups, you’d get some form of Marine paraphernalia. His turn was up, he did 25, not much but he’s a mass guy not a pound fer pound guy like me. He said top that, alas I only completed 20…with my right arm. So I suppose I didn’t win, for he completed more than I did. But he never calls me a mick or paddy no more, so it’s an even tie =)

So today in wrestling, we was practicing the cross face, and my partner straight out gave me a hook to the jaw. It didn’t hurt(I’m used to getten hit in the head =)but it busted my the inside of my mouth open. Since that kind of thing happens all the time I didnt realize until after practice. Every one was hanging out by the locker room joking and laughing, I join in and to my sirprise, blood (oodles of it) shot out at my friends. I remained calm and cool, and with my quick wit and snappy rhetoric I exclaimed. "SHIT THERE’S MOUTH IN MY BLOOD!" Hahaha good times

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