What is your greatest memory in a sparring match???

Question

We all have great stories of friends we engaged in boxing with so share it and best one gets 10 points.

Answer 1

I was boxing/sparring my former friend in the attic of his house.

I was struggling.

I raised the level of my left jabs, then I ended up getting him in a vulnerable spot, just at the top of his head. We were wearing headgear and I wasn't hitting him with too much wind-up, just jabbing, but he said that I was "beating his A," so we quit.

What I like about those sparring matches is that even though we could have, we didn't end up enemies, from those. No, the enmity would come on the social level. It's ironic to me.

Answer 2

I sparred several times with friends at the gym when I served in the Navy.  One was a match against my friend Frank who was very clever and a hard puncher.  We went at it pretty good for several rounds.  He was a good counter puncher and I also landed some good shots too.  At the end, he said he thought that I got the better of it, and I said, I'm not too sure about that.  Another friend I boxed in the Navy used Tae Kwon Do as he wanted to spar using that art and boxing.  He tricked me as I was looking at his feet, landing a sneak right hand on my jaw.  I wised up and got the better of him getting inside of his reach and working the body.  Finally I boxed a guy that was a former Golden Glover and we went at it really good.  He was a little better boxer than me, but I had a power advantage nearly knocking him down a few times.  In all these sparring sessions, nobody was really trying to knock each other out, but nonetheless throwing some hard shots and getting in some good workouts.  I used to spar growing up quite a bit because I always loved boxing.

Answer 3

I remember the first time I sparred I WAS 175LBS. THE GUY i WAS SPARRING WITH WAS 205 AND HE WAS A RACIEST AN HE HAD BEEN TRAINIG FOR THE GOLDEN GLOVES CHAMPIONSHIPS SO i GET IN THE RING WITH THIS GUY AND THIS IS THE VERY FIRST TIME i GOT INTO A BOXING RING NOW I NAD A LOT OF STREET FIGHTS BEFORE SO WE START SPARRING AND HE IS TRYING TO TAKE MY HEAD OFF SO I START THROWING BOMBS WITH 16OZ. GLOVES ON  I HIT HIM WITH AND OVER HAND RIGHT STRAIGHT FORM THE HOOD HIS FEET TURNED IN TOWARDS EACH OTHER HE DID NOT GO DOWN BUT I HAD NEVER SEEN SOMEONES BODY SHUT DOWN BEFOREN I NEVER FORGOT THAT ANY WAY I WENT ON TO WIN THE GOLDEN GLOVES CHAMPIONSHIP IN MY FIRST FIGHT

Answer 4

getting knocked on my butt for the first time and then getting back up and finishing the round.

it took a lot of my fear away and i realized getting tagged wasnt the end of the world unless it made you quit.

i felt more like a fighter after that.

Answer 5

I have had a lot of great memories in bouts and sparring sessions, some from Lock Haven Univ where I boxed in college and many from my gym in South Philly.  But one that stands to me still, even after 13 years is the following story:

I had just started boxing and had a few bouts under my belt, even competing in the college regionals.  But when I got to Philly for the summer, they really wanted to improve my technique and mechanics, including defense.  So they had me working with a husky novice.  We were both around 5'8" and 190lbs.  And the trainer had us in the ring throwing light jabs and practicing slipping and blocking.  Near the end of the session, this guy Nate started throwing his jab hard so I responded.  And we gave each other a nod at the end.

A few days later, we are in the ring again and the trainer praised us both for our work but admonished us to keep it light as we were just learning.  For the first round, it was jabs only and we kept it light.  The 2nd round, we were allowed to use a jab and straight right hand.  Nate took the opportunity and landed several flush, hard shots, getting admonished by the trainer each time.  The 3rd round, we were allowed to incorporate our left hook (my best punch) and after Nate fired another hard punch, the trainer looked at me and said "OK.  Do what you have to do!"  A few seconds later, Nate threw another hard punch which I countered with my best left hook staggering him against the ropes.  As I instinctively went for the kill, the trainer jumped in and stopped me and yelled "GET ME A TOWEL!"  I pawed at my nose where I had just taken a flush shot and he said "No, it's not you!" and I then looked at Nate again as he was slumped against the ropes, with blood pouring out of his nose.  I earned my respect that night in South Philly.

A month later, Nate returned to the gym and I expected him to be gunning for me.  The trainer was listing the sparring matches for the night and he matched up Nate with another guy who would usually be there just to workout and sometimes spar with me.  And the trainer said I would be sparring with him.  After the session ended, he pulled me aside and told me Nate personally requested not to spar with me again!