I THANK GOD FOR BOXING

boxing gloves

I would like to share a story of why everyone should do boxing.

I have trained in boxing, on and off, for the past thirty odd years. Have never been good enough to really do anything with it financially speaking, but it has kept me in good shape. When I severely sprained my ankle while working in the border Patrol, I stood on one leg and and a leg with an air cast and used boxing drills to keep me in shape. As soon as I was cleared to run again, something that I used to love to do, I was able to run down a group of illegal citizens that had crossed. Chasing them down for a little less than a mile, carrying all my equipment , the day after I was cleared to return to work. Boxing is an amazing sport that fine tunes your body. What it does mostly, it refines your reflexes. It makes them quicker and steady.

This was never more apparent when my son, at the age of 8, for some reason decided to cross the street running while an SUV had just accelerated at full speed to beat a light. I had just turned my head to the right to look for oncoming traffic when I caught my son, who was to my left, through the corner of my eye, racing into the middle of the street. Out of nowhere, my left hand, my best hand, I used to throw a mean and quick left hook, even though I’m righty, reached out and grabbed him and pulled him back. The SUV was literally, not figuratively, right upon him. I pulled him back and out of the way. All I can think is that if my son gotten hit that day, I would have never been able to live with myself. It would have devastated me. My son apologized and he knew better. I have been teaching him to the cross the street since he was 5. I don’t know what got into his head, ear or eye.

I thank boxing, it literally saved my son’s life. In a day and age where kids are getting thrown into rivers and off third floor mall balconies, the world makes a little less sense.

WTF: AURORA, IL(L)

aurora

5 People dead, 5 officers hurt, 1 seemingly FINE person goes on a rampage. No prior history of such actions. More sacrifices to the Murder Gods. I don’t know if it’s the Nyquil or just that I’m sort of numb to this already. Vroom Vroom go the RPM’s.

murder god

I THANK GOD FOR BOXING

boxing gloves

I would like to share a story of why everyone should do boxing.

I have trained in boxing, on and off, for the past thirty odd years. Have never been good enough to really do anything with it financially speaking, but it has kept me in good shape. When I severely sprained my ankle while working in the border Patrol, I stood on one leg and and a leg with an air cast and used boxing drills to keep me in shape. As soon as I was cleared to run again, something that I used to love to do, I was able to run down a group of illegal citizens that had crossed. Chasing them down for a little less than a mile, carrying all my equipment , the day after I was cleared to return to work. Boxing is an amazing sport that fine tunes your body. What it does mostly, it refines your reflexes. It makes them quicker and steady.

This was never more apparent when my son, at the age of 8, for some reason decided to cross the street running while an SUV had just accelerated at full speed to beat a light. I had just turned my head to the right to look for oncoming traffic when I caught my son, who was to my left, through the corner of my eye, racing into the middle of the street. Out of nowhere, my left hand, my best hand, I used to throw a mean and quick left hook, even though I’m righty, reached out and grabbed him and pulled him back. The SUV was literally, not figuratively, right upon him. I pulled him back and out of the way. All I can think is that if my son gotten hit that day, I would have never been able to live with myself. It would have devastated me. My son apologized and he knew better. I have been teaching him to the cross the street since he was 5. I don’t know what got into his head, ear or eye.

I thank boxing, it literally saved my son’s life.

WTF!

Waves up the nose

Those aren’t the only waves that go up the nose. The old lady can’t take no for an answer. Straight you old biddie. Born that way. I don’t cast assertions as to your preference, whatever makes you happy. Unless if what makes you guys happy is me, then find that happiness elsewhere. And good luck. Not being able take no for an answer is a serious flaw in your genetic make-up. See you in court crazies.

It’s not only the nose, it can be the hair, feet, thumbs and pinkies, electrical boogaloo. The tricks are plentiful. And it’s not only guys that they do this to, women … children. Crazy.

That question that lingers is why would you want to keep these methods such a secret?

WTF!

politicss

What’s politics got to do, got to do with it… What’s politics but a second hand emotion

What’s politics got to do, got to do with it……..

Absolutely nothing… HUH,

War……. LOL!