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HERE THEY GO AGAIN |
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These guys just will not quit. A few days after Carl got his nose bloodied, he asked Lee for a rematch. Lee wasn't the least bit reluctant. "What took ya so long?" he chuckled. "Couldn't breathe through the nose until this morning?" Of course, he calculated that this attitude would infuriate Carl, and for once his figuring was accurate. Carl got the kind of angry a man gets when he's been bested and that the agent of his embarassment knows full well that he can do it again at will. The calculus of the contest worked in Lee's favor. Get your opponent angry and use that anger to your advantage. But, as the foreman of the ranch where he worked had told him, "if you saddle that bronk, you best be prepared to ride him." |
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The scene was almost surreal. We were in a room with a bunch of student chairs. Lee was in his blue (reversible to gold) PE shirt with the name of his high school on the front. I felt like a principal watching a schoolyard fight unfolding, wondering if I was going to have to expel one or the both of the combatants for brawling on school property. It was weird. Carl, in his white t-shirt, just grinned when Lee asked, "did you wear that shirt so the blood from his nose would show up better?" "Let's go," Paul mumbled through the mouthpiece. He was ready. The anger Lee had hoped to use to his advantage was gone, replaced by a determination to win. |
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I hit the old metal bucket with the wood paint stir stick to signify the beginning of the fight. We both expected Carl to buzz into Lee, who would have just side stepped and let the kid whiz on by, maybe smacking him with a quick left-right combo as a way of saying "howdy, how are ya, glad you could come by." Surprise! Carl had learned to box, or so it sure looked like it. He circled, taking measured steps, pumping his jab as if to probe for an opening. He remembered what I had once advised and then showed him that, "if you keep him busy with the jab, he can't set up any kind of offense." Confused, Lee seemed to almost at the same instant forget everything he knew about boxing. Granted that ain't much to forget, but when you have so little training, every little bit counts. |
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The first mistake was to drop his hands to waist-level and came in moving his gloves up and down 'cowboy style' in hope that the movement would confuse Carl. As they circled and Carl moved in Lee pulled his knee up, and crossed both hands. Dirty trick, but it cost him. Carl dropped his right to block Lee's knee. At the same time he stepped forward and fired his cocked left straight into Lee's mouth. He then dropped his right shoulder twisted at the hip and whipped his right across his body into the left side of Lee's face. The punch snapped Lee's head to the right as Carl followed through. He spun around and went down. He bounced back up, but the fight had gone out of him. This one went to Carl by TKO. |
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