Learning 101: Things I have learned about fighting Part 2
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I am a man learning to defend myself. Let's see what else life and trainers have taught me.
 Sparring helmets do little. And also a lot
I have taken quite a few solid shots to the noggin with a sparring helmet on. I am sure the damage is lessened but hell man. That's my freakin' head. You definitely come out rattled. Especially when folks think that head gear absorbs everything. In actuality, your head adsorbs everything. The gear just sort of caresses your head and says "It'll be ok". Kinda comforting. Kinda not.
 Professional fighters humble you greatly
Nothing is more humbling than sparring with someone who fights for a living. No matter how good you think you are, this guy or woman is way, way, way better. After grappling a few seconds with my instructor, thinking I had certain things down and others completely set, I was thrown over and put into a rear naked choke, effortlessly. I was quickly reminded that I was dealing with a man who defeated Anderson Silva, arguably the greatest mixed martial arts fighter on earth today. This guy beat the greatest fighter on earth. Why in the double fuck did I think I was doing well. Humble pie eaten. Humble pie devoured.
 Angry = sloppy
Not that I have gotten angry, but watching other fellas take shots personally and then using that anger in the spar, however slight, makes the technique shit. If you aren't focusing on your technique, you are slowly losing. Unless you are Kratos and anger just sort of fuels you. Then by all means.
 Gym buddies are invaluable
For me, gyms are a strange place. Being an anti-social mess doesn't help either. Gym buddies help quell that little imp inside you screaming to run for the hills. They help sparring as well, they are less likely to take out the days aggression if the face underneath the head gear is familiar and not hated.
 Compression shorts are a smart buy
Go get kicked in the nuts. Then go buy compression shorts with a cup. Then come back and read this.
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Right? I know...
 I don't like fighting
The more I do it, the less I dig it. I have no desire to punch another human in the head, guts or genitals. I would hate for it to happen to me so why would I take pleasure in doing it. Watching some poor bastard get rocked in the jaw is definitely more my speed. I suppose, you can't truly laugh at a man getting knocked on his ass until it has happened to you. So go out and get the shit kicked out of you at least once. Then you have carte blanche to laugh and snicker at anyone who takes a beating. If anyone asks just say "I am the only one who truly understand him/her".
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