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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 324
I always wanted that shit wiped off right away.
In this second fight, I learned a few things I really didn‟t like in the first round.
He had a long reach, longer than mine. That meant he could hit me, but still be too far
away for me to hit him. That was usually my advantage over those other fighters. He
was fast, almost as fast as me, which I found even scarier. Part of what made it so hard to
hit me was my speed.
It worked for him, too, so I scored very little in the first round that way.
He could also deliver a punch. I found out the hard way when he landed one on
my cheek. It hurt like a bitch and made me dizzy for a few seconds. Any training, and
the instinct you need to be a fighter, tells you there‟s one thing you must do immediately
if you get hit with a telling blow. Hit back. Hard, and often. No matter what else you
do, you can‟t ever let the other guy think you‟ve been hurt. If you do, he‟ll beat your
goddamned brains out before you can get your act together again.
I know. I messed up a lot of fighters that way. Even if I was so exhausted all I
wanted to do was go to bed, alone, I knew what to do when I saw I‟d stunned a guy. I‟d
immediately land at least twenty-five to fifty punches. I wanted that sucker on his back,
and it was always easier to do when he couldn‟t really fight back.
When this guy rocked my boat, I started swinging like I was being paid on a per
punch basis. There was so much going on, he couldn‟t get at me before I got it back
together. Of course, that tired me out quite a bit, so I coasted the rest of the round.
Instead of attacking, I watched him and did some deep thinking.
It came to me in my corner. The way he was moving, and the fact he kept his
elbows low and close to his body, caused me to be suspicious. I wondered if maybe he
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