"Jab" "jab" "uppercut" in the boxing gym with my coach Jonathan training me for my fight on Saturday not just any fight it was the Scottish district fight the finals which I reached to with hard work and pain. "keep going you need to be able to keep fit for Saturday jay son" said Jonathan I was so tired after studying all night for exams and going to the gym. I had more interest for Bodybuilding more than I had for boxing, but boxing was necessary after that night when I got attacked by a local gang when I was only 11 years old the revenge has been running and boiling through my blood since these 4 years it something that has to be done, stabbed at the age of 11 is unbelievable I always get flashbacks and could still feel the blade going through …show more content…
"1" "2" "3" "4" "5" "6" the crowd started cheering again as he got up I thought that was him over and done but he wanted more pain. I was just thinking of my next move as he approached me. Hit after hit it was just a bloody game now my best combination was a left jab followed by a right cross, and then a left hook, the tension was created then I seen the
We were all with him. He wasn’t going to do this alone. It was more of a mental fight between us. He tried to seem bigger and stronger, but I simply imitated him, to prove that I as well am big and strong. Then one of the men grabbed me by the collar, and said that he was going to send us home.
In today’s world is important to have a sense of personal and national identity, sometimes one will have to choose one or the other. This clash is important because the two can coexist but often one is chosen over the other which leads to the other being lost. The pair of graphic novels Boxers and Saints by Gene Luen Yang illustrates this clash. The stories in Boxers and Saints takes place in the events leading up to and during the Boxer rebellion at the turn of the 20th century. Boxers centers on the leader of the rebellion, Bao, on his crusade to liberate his country from foreigners. Saints focuses on Vibiana, a Christian convert, and documents her struggle to find her place in society. Through these characters, Yang implies that one will
Jack Dempsey was best known for his intriguing knockouts and his fists of steel (“Biography”). In his fight against Jess Willard, former champion, Dempsey knocked him down seven times within three minutes (Smith). This was the boxing match that began Dempsey’s reign as heavy weight champion of the world (Hadden 161). After the fight he earned the nick na...
He beat me until I swung back and forth by my wrists, half-crazy with pain, unable to find my footi...
Franky Schaeffer states that “the arts… are the root of all ideas, and ideas are the foundation on which history is built” (Schaeffer 18). In Piero della Francesca's 15th century painting, The Resurrection, the figure of Jesus stands in the center of the frame overwhelming the viewer, forcing him or her to pay heed to the artwork. The painting portrays Jesus draped in a red cloth, standing majestically over four sleeping soldiers outside his tomb and displays the traditional symbols of Christianity such as Jesus, his pierced side, a halo, and a cross shape. Some would call this painting an obvious piece of good Christian art, but what makes a piece of Christian art good or bad, and in fact, what makes any art good or bad? Boxer & Saints, a graphic novel about the Boxer uprising in China by Gene Luen Yang contains Christian symbols such as a conversion, discussion of Christians, persecution for faith, crucifixes, and churches, but is it good Christian art? To effectively decide if a piece of art classifies as “good,” “bad,” or “Christian,” the viewer must evaluate the work of art according to a set of criteria. Regarded as good Christian art, Boxers & Saints displays technical mastery throughout, handles the story in an authentic manner, prompts the reader to think, and possesses the truth of a Christian worldview.
Probably one of the most important decisions I've made in my life happened this year. The decision was me , choosing whether i wanted to do drumline or play hockey. As a freshman going into the first year of highschool, it lead me to think of plenty of things. But one important fact that stuck out was me deciding if I wanted to pursue music or sports. As a freshman , I knew that I couldn't balance sports and marching band at the same time. Rehearsal for marching band happened everyday after school until 5 pm. I knew I couldn't do homework and study for tests with only 3 hours if hockey started at 9. So, I made the decision of choosing drumline over hockey. Not only would it help me balance my time doing homework, it would also help me on my
Many people have found boxing to be beneficial for their mental health and wellbeing. Prince Harry recently said he enjoys boxing to release and relieve his aggressions. He’s not alone in that thought process. More and more people are turning to the boxing ring to relieve mental stress.
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
...defensively, so, I couldn't. I finally got in on his leg with 30 seconds left in the period. I took every last bit of strength in my body and drove him back. It was a take down right by the out of bounds line, then, slam! As I was taking him down, my hands broke loose and we both fell to our sides. Before I realized we weren't out of bounds, Petro rolled on top of me, getting the two points I just worked for. The whistle blew, and it was over. Petro won with a 3-1 decision over Mayberry. I had nothing to say at the moment except that I was proud of myself and deep down I knew I won that match. After going through all that I went through I now know that I can do anything if I wan it bad enough. I will return to wrestling as a senior this year and I am setting my goal to be a state placer again! Not to be cocky, but being a state champion is on the top of my list too.
A fighter punches to hurt and disable his opponent. Gloves are worn to protect the fist, not the brain. Some fights are such patent mismatches that the crowd is not paying to watch a competitive battle; its paying to watch [ a blood match]”(Hauser,6). Ever since C.T.E. was discovered, many have wondered if boxing should be banned due to the dangers involved. Many came to its defense saying that there are deaths in other sports as well; if there are deaths and risks in other sports, why should just boxing be banned? But why fight? Why risk death or serious mental injury? Thomas Hauser asked a couple retired boxers to find out. Some of them do it for the money, while others do it for the fame. The up and coming boxers recall going to the gym with a trail of kids behind him, offering to carry their bag; admiration twinkling in their eyes. Maybe some of like to fight because they are good at it. Everyone wants to be good at something, some people are just good at punching people. Others do it because they feel like they are someone, they matter. It is the first time that people notice them as a person and are interested in what they have to say and who they are. “It makes me feel big”, says middleweight champion Vito Antuofermo. He goes on by comparing bringing the most beautiful girl to the school dance and feeling
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
I walked away from that fight, or whatever you want to call it, with a few cuts and bruises, and a lot of pain, but nothing I couldn't deal with, physically. Mentally, however, they hurt me pretty bad. Every time I see the small scar on my wrist, or hear someone say that word, I cringe and feel like I'm getting beaten all over again.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
My opponent’s name was John Doe. There were other competitors at the tournament, but they had never posed any threat to my title. For as long as I had competed in this tournament, I had easily taken the black belt championship in my division. John, however, was the most phenomenal martial artist I had ever had the honor of witnessing at my young age of thirteen. And he was in my division. Although he was the same rank, age, size, and weight as I, he surpassed me in almost every aspect of our training. His feet were lightning, and his hands were virtually invisible in their agile swiftness. He wielded the power of a bear while appearing no larger than I. His form and techniques were executed with near perfection. Although I had never defeated his flawlessness before, victory did not seem unattainable. For even though he was extraordinary, he was not much more talented than I. I am not saying that he was not skilled or even that he was not more skilled than I, for he most certainly was, but just not much more than I. I still had one hope, however little, of vanquishing this incredible adversary, for John had one weakness: he was lazy. He didn’t enjoy practicing long hours or working hard. He didn’t have to. Nevertheless, I had found my passage to triumph.
I saw his fist once again heading toward my head. I was taut to never let the enemy away with victory so this time I did the same thing back to him as he has done to me.