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Professor showed up to Loyola Park last night with some good news. He's has a new job that's paying him a nice piece of change. Amen! I believe in praising people who have come into good blessings. I think a lot of people don't realize that praising others on their good fortune will return blessings to them as well. It is always good to see someone who has been working for something for a long time finally achieve their goals.
It was mostly ladies' night. There was a round robin of sparring between Kathy, Gabby, Celeste, Erica, and myself. Erica got me in my head and jaw several times because of my habit of dropping my hands. Since I'm not as fast as I used to be, it would pay for me to be a little better on defense. Erica told me afterwards that I should have used the overhand right more. Alan had told me that before I got into the ring, but I forgot to utilize it.
David and Professor had a short, but intense sparring session after the women were finished. Then Professor held pads for Celeste. Alan observed them and said, "Celeste is really coming along." I agreed, as she was putting her punches solidly into the punch mitts.
Meanwhile at LaFollette Park, I saw Eric in the hall a few days ago with his football gear on. His dad was following him. "They'll be back in the boxing gym," his dad told me about Eric and his other son, Aaron. "They're just doing football now." I nodded, but noted to myself that their dad signed up his sons for boxing knowing they were already involved with another sport. I can't get mad it anymore because it happens so often with most of the kids. However, I can't stop being disappointed at the low level of attendance in the gym.
I sparred with nine-year-old David the other day. I felt it was unfair for him not to be able to spar because the other kids in the class don't show up as faithfully as he does, so I stepped into the ring with him. David's confidence has gone up. The kid also hits rather well. One of his shots got me right in the nose.
No sign of De-Fetrick, so it's probably safe to assume that he won't be in the gym anymore. It's too bad. If De-Fetrick hadn't been such a sore and unreasonable loser at Simons Park, we could have worked on techniques for the next fight.
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