I was a teenager at the time that my father's cousin married a big man. He was 6'6". When he sat down in our front room, the four seater couch looked like it was peeking from around his back. The old man told me he'd watched him pick up a car engine and manhandle it onto the back of his scrap wagon one afternoon. He was huge. And strong.
He also had an unhealthy admiration for men who were fast to use their fists. He gave the impression that he would have liked to have been a bully if his mentally would have allowed. Thankfully it didn't. But every now and again he liked to push and prod just to see if he could be intimidating. After one of his unsuccessful attempts I decided to puncture his psyche.
We were watching some of the old fights that I had on VHS when I started to tell him a tale of a circus strongman who had wandered down from the Italian Alps in the 1930's to claim the heavyweight crown. The son of a stonecutter. 6 foot 7. 270 lbs. Biceps as big as g****fruit. Hands that could shovel coal. He entered the ring in black trunks with a wild boars head emblazoned on the side. He was so powerful that he'd once killed a man in the ring. . . . He sat enthralled like narcissus about to gaze on his own reflection. "Have you got any of his fights!? I wanna see him in action.". . . "Of course I have. . . "
I swear he shrunk to be the size of a child watching that poor fool being mauled by a grinning Baer. He never did try any more school boy tactics. Funnily enough, he never did ask to watch the boxing again either.
Oh man. That fourth round. There's something electric about watching two big men put it all on the line.
I was a teenager at the time that my father's cousin married a big man. He was 6'6". When he sat down in our front room, the four seater couch looked like it was peeking from around his back. The old man told me he'd watched him pick up a car engine and manhandle it onto the back of his scrap wagon one afternoon. He was huge. And strong.
He also had an unhealthy admiration for men who were fast to use their fists. He gave the impression that he would have liked to have been a bully if his mentally would have allowed. Thankfully it didn't. But every now and again he liked to push and prod just to see if he could be intimidating. After one of his unsuccessful attempts I decided to puncture his psyche.
We were watching some of the old fights that I had on VHS when I started to tell him a tale of a circus strongman who had wandered down from the Italian Alps in the 1930's to claim the heavyweight crown. The son of a stonecutter. 6 foot 7. 270 lbs. Biceps as big as g****fruit. Hands that could shovel coal. He entered the ring in black trunks with a wild boars head emblazoned on the side. He was so powerful that he'd once killed a man in the ring. . . . He sat enthralled like narcissus about to gaze on his own reflection. "Have you got any of his fights!? I wanna see him in action.". . . "Of course I have. . . "
I swear he shrunk to be the size of a child watching that poor fool being mauled by a grinning Baer. He never did try any more school boy tactics. Funnily enough, he never did ask to watch the boxing again either.
Oh man. That fourth round. There's something electric about watching two big men put it all on the line.
I was a teenager at the time that my father's cousin married a big man. He was 6'6". When he sat down in our front room, the four seater couch looked like it was peeking from around his back. The old man told me he'd watched him pick up a car engine and manhandle it onto the back of his scrap wagon one afternoon. He was huge. And strong.
He also had an unhealthy admiration for men who were fast to use their fists. He gave the impression that he would have liked to have been a bully if his mentally would have allowed. Thankfully it didn't. But every now and again he liked to push and prod just to see if he could be intimidating. After one of his unsuccessful attempts I decided to puncture his psyche.
We were watching some of the old fights that I had on VHS when I started to tell him a tale of a circus strongman who had wandered down from the Italian Alps in the 1930's to claim the heavyweight crown. The son of a stonecutter. 6 foot 7. 270 lbs. Biceps as big as g****fruit. Hands that could shovel coal. He entered the ring in black trunks with a wild boars head emblazoned on the side. He was so powerful that he'd once killed a man in the ring. . . . He sat enthralled like narcissus about to gaze on his own reflection. "Have you got any of his fights!? I wanna see him in action.". . . "Of course I have. . . "
I swear he shrunk to be the size of a child watching that poor fool being mauled by a grinning Baer. He never did try any more school boy tactics. Funnily enough, he never did ask to watch the boxing again either.
Fantastic tale. Hell, we've all come across big oafs who automatically think their size alone means physical dominance.
As for Max Baer, I'm sure the guy who showed up for the Schmelling and Carnera fights would have beaten Braddock and given Louis a much tougher fight. Shame he was so inconsistent!
As for Max Baer, I'm sure the guy who showed up for the Schmelling and Carnera fights would have beaten Braddock and given Louis a much tougher fight. Shame he was so inconsistent!
I've always felt so. I think most fans who watch the old fights have a bit of a soft spot for Baer.
He froze in front Louis, who claimed that when they squared off in the middle of the ring Baer looked terrified. I can't criticise him for that.
Ever the man for a decent quote he fired off a couple after the fight that are always worth repeating:
In response to claims that he hadn't done all he could to rise from the third knockdown - ". . .when I get executed, people are going to have to pay more than $25 a seat to watch it."
And on fear itself - "I define fear as standing across the ring from Joe Louis and knowing he wants to go home early."
i know this is the history section and this fight isnt on that level, but its so recent i feel i should post it regardless just in case anyone missed it. i mean white is garbage, but it was still entertaining enough.
God knows how his trainer could stand and watch him get into that kind of physical shape yet not pull him up on using his left like he's swiping his cash card at WalMart.
First fight that popped into my head.... Total classic.. I have watched boxing for 25 years and have never seen anything like it
And I haven't in 35 yrs lol
Hearns Andries had 10 rounds of Andries being bounced on and off the canvas, and occasionally getting tangled up, and dragging Tommy down with him.. Round's 5&6 in particular, are almost unbelievable
Don't know how to post vids on here, am a technotard.. but it's on youtube
Hearns Andries had 10 rounds of Andries being bounced on and off the canvas, and occasionally getting tangled up, and dragging Tommy down with him.. Round's 5&6 in particular, are almost unbelievable
Don't know how to post vids on here, am a technotard.. but it's on youtube
HearnsAndries was an amazing performance.
At youtube, go below the video, hit "share". Then hit "get embed codes" It give you a code, just copy and paste it.
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