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barbequed rib dinners. It was a six-rounder, and I was scared for my life until just before
the fight. When I looked over my shoulder I saw George, my figurative bully side, and
he gave me a thumbs up, along with a wink. Somehow, I knew I‟d be okay after that.
As I suspected, all that muscle was probably a big help in a street fight, but it sure
as hell wasn‟t in the ring. It slowed his punches and abbreviated his range a lot. Those
powerful legs also wouldn‟t move around as fast as mine, damaged or not. My left jab
was always very fast, but I don‟t think I ever knocked anyone out with just the left. In a
combination, sure I did, but not with only the left.
I used it to keep people away from me, since it always hurt a guy and was hard to
avoid, and to set things up. Jabs can be used to move a man into a position where the
right will get him, if used properly.
Of course, when I could get inside on a guy, head down and pounding his belly
and ribs, both fists were rather lethal. Yet, in regular boxing, my long arms, fast left, and
rapid foot movement were my biggest tools.
My right, to the surprise of many, had a knockout punch most never saw coming.
I could hit very hard and, once I had a man set up, he was unlikely to avoid my punch.
Keep in mind, if I‟d ever run into my hero, Muhammad Ali, that fight would‟ve been my
last. He‟d‟ve kicked my ass so bad I‟d‟ve gone back home and put nuts and washers on
those bolts for Oldsmobile. If-dog-rabbit.
The black guy I fought had some vicious punches. I heard most of „em go by,
whooshing overhead like airplanes. Each time, as he tried to recover, I‟d pepper him a
half dozen times in the head and bounce away. Madder each time, he‟d just launch
another haymaker and we‟d go through the process again.
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