Gotta Work Together

Willie and Terrell were supposed to take it easy on each other during a sparring drill last night. Steve showed the both of them how light they were supposed to hit. Terrell was told to do jab-jab-cross, and Willie was to do cross-hook-cross. Willie kept pounding Terrell, then caught him up against the ropes and fired off several hard shots to his face. Terrell dropped his hands and took the hits. Steve made them break, and repeated that they were supposed to go easy.

Terrell went to his corner and whispered to Wally, "I'm gonna whip his ass." I don't think Steve heard it. The second round began, and Terrell didn't pull any punches on Willie. Willie returned heavy fire again. When the round ended, Steve made both of them take their gloves off. "You're not working with each other. You all are letting your emotions get too involved," he told them. Terrell said he was able to take the punches that Willie dished out, but Steve was not convinced.

At the end of the night, we did a cardio exercise. We paired up; one person held the mitts, while the other wore bag gloves. The idea was to throw many punches as fast as one could and remain in form at the same time. After three rounds, the pair would switch. Ben and I were paired up, and I was wore out afterwards. It was a good exercise. I hope we do that again.

I keep hearing bad news. Les' mother is dying, and he's in New York to be at her side. David, a nice guy who's a friend of Steve's, experienced the death of his mom recently. Steve's mother-in-law has been diagnosed with cancer. All of this reaffirms the saying, "When it rains, it pours."