Boxing day. What an unusual concept since the same savings will apply for days after. Yet people rush blindly in stores in desperate search of that one shirt, that one game they could find oh so easily the next day for the same price.
I was boxing up the memories of a life gone by, complete with the love of a man I would never see again, when the chime of my email inbox rang. I considered oh-so-briefly to just ignore it. But newly single and feeling like I could use a little companionship – even of the virtual variety – I got up to check. Coin toss: real person or real spam. Either way it would take me away from the task of matching his socks and deciding which of his CDs I would keep instead of return.
boxing up everything in their two bedroom apartment was the most difficult thing out of the whole ordeal. watching him lie in the hospital bed breathing his last breath was hard enough. but packing away their life together, standing alone in the empty apartment made her feel even more empty.
Theodore Roosevelt was a president who really appreciated the sport of boxing, perhaps because it called for a considerable amount fo self discipline and a hard working attitude. Also muhammed ali was a great american boxer although controversia
I lved to watch muhammad ali and all of his boxing skills in the early 1970s with my Dad. Back then it was big event and thinkin gon these days makes me remember him. I like remembering him now that he is gone. Many try to avioid a conversation about him but I find it is extremely cathartic when I get to talk about him.
my stepfather used to love boxing. i could never understand why people would enjoy smashing each other’s faces in. and paying to see it. i think they all got brain damaged. just look at mohammad ali. i wish my stepfather would’ve gotten his face bashed in. i wish i could’ve bashed his face in. i could’ve used some boxing gloves back then.
boxing is a crazy kind of sport where you punch someone and try to beat them up in order to win some kind of belt or something. I don’t get it. Why would you wanna get beat up for money?
The boxing match ended with little time to spare. Jackie had to rush from the building in order to make it home in time to pick up his son. The boy had been staying with a friend for the past week as Jackie trained for the big match. Would his son disapprove of his bloody face?
what used to be the most noble of sports has been reduced to steroid testing and bitter, fake rivalries. Jack Johnson nowadays is known as a musician whereas back in the time of Calvin Coolidge, he was the best bare knuckle boxer around.
they sweat, they stare, the light reflecting of tiny points on their heads and shoulders. Involuntary, unexpected convulsions from the force of the incoming rain of punches. Gumshield falls out. Over.
his gloves were brown and on the edges they were changing color because of the sweat which continually seeped into the cracks. He had always boxed and these had always been his gloves, in his casket they would be with him.
people who box are afraid of their feelings but are strong haha. Boxing releases suppressed anger and makes people have a better confidence, good work out too, GO ROCKY!
the ring in the middle of the street.
street fighting illegal but here no one cares.
the cops can’t do anything to bring in he perps.
but we try.
or they try.
don’t know.
but we protect our own.
Boxing your ears (hitting someone in the ears, probably related to “upside your head”).
Boxing day … someone said it was when rich people boxed up things they didn’t need and gave it to poor people. I always thought it was the day you boxed up stuff you didn’t want from Christmas and took it back to the store!
im a girl. and i look like a girl. im not that butch. i mean im big but not massive. anyway i wanted to start boxing so i could become a vigilante menalist that would run round all day and like, get theives to steal my bag, then totally just smash them in to like, a million bits.
I fall to the floor with a thud. My nose is bloody and pain sweeps through my whole body. I can barely think, but what I hear is, get up, get up. Chanting for me. But I can’t.
Men against each other. Hard and soft. jumping falling. in pain. ecstasy of combat, of connection. why do we fight in order to join? she said it was him but it wasn’t. the horror, the spectacle, why is this always so hard. when all you have to do is stop. and breath and say. i will not fight anymore.
It wasn’t boxing, it was street fighting, and from the looks of it, they were trying to kill each other. The only thing that could be said was that they weren’t using weapons. They were duking it out old school. I don’t think anyone even bothered to call 9-1-1.
As they entered the boxing ring, the crowd cheered and the heat grew stronger. They stared at each other both with bloodshot eyes, I must win my enemy, they thought to themselves.
fists pumping, knock out, sweat drips off the chin of my opponent. thinking is no longer required. Time is mine and reactions are all I need. Too slow, the world spins and lights circle my head. The bell rings and I am defeated.
Boxing isn’t something i grew up watching as a child. My father was always a fan, but I never understood the fascination. I somehow always confused it with professional wrestling, never understanding which was real and which was fake. I’ve never looked into it.
Boxing isn’t something i grew up watching as a child. My father was always a fan, but I never understood the fascination. I somehow always confused it with professional wrestling, never understanding which was real and which was fake. I’ve never looked into it.
I know nothing about boxing, and i do not like it, either. However, I appreciate famous punchers, who have taken serious injuries to bring about a good time of entertainment for all audience.
Day…The day after Christmas when all of the leftovers were traditionally boxed up for the servants and needy. In one way, a very nice tradition that both refuses waste and also helps those less fortunate. In another sense, it seems to accentuate and tokenise the differences that exist between the classes at a time when such differences are already incredibly obvious.
We weren’t sure, but Wikipedia had assured us. We had to fight each other. That was the rule, and we were going to follow each other.
“I’m not comfortable with this,” said Dan. “I don’t think the rule is that people who say the same word at the same time 5 times in a row have to box.
the sport of boxing was made a long time ago, I don’t know the specifics about it. I think some people even believe that the sport came to be after watching kangaroo’s ‘box’ with each other. Boxing involves putting on gloves and sparing with each other, the gloves protect the hands as well as the opponent.
Boxing day. What an unusual concept since the same savings will apply for days after. Yet people rush blindly in stores in desperate search of that one shirt, that one game they could find oh so easily the next day for the same price.
I was boxing up the memories of a life gone by, complete with the love of a man I would never see again, when the chime of my email inbox rang. I considered oh-so-briefly to just ignore it. But newly single and feeling like I could use a little companionship – even of the virtual variety – I got up to check. Coin toss: real person or real spam. Either way it would take me away from the task of matching his socks and deciding which of his CDs I would keep instead of return.
pugilists with cauliflower ears and bent noses. the bust in the museum. the mere thought of it makes my palms sweaty inside padded gloves.
there’s no point in a sport when the point is hurting someone more than he can hurt you.
boxing up everything in their two bedroom apartment was the most difficult thing out of the whole ordeal. watching him lie in the hospital bed breathing his last breath was hard enough. but packing away their life together, standing alone in the empty apartment made her feel even more empty.
Theodore Roosevelt was a president who really appreciated the sport of boxing, perhaps because it called for a considerable amount fo self discipline and a hard working attitude. Also muhammed ali was a great american boxer although controversia
I lved to watch muhammad ali and all of his boxing skills in the early 1970s with my Dad. Back then it was big event and thinkin gon these days makes me remember him. I like remembering him now that he is gone. Many try to avioid a conversation about him but I find it is extremely cathartic when I get to talk about him.
my stepfather used to love boxing. i could never understand why people would enjoy smashing each other’s faces in. and paying to see it. i think they all got brain damaged. just look at mohammad ali. i wish my stepfather would’ve gotten his face bashed in. i wish i could’ve bashed his face in. i could’ve used some boxing gloves back then.
boxing is a crazy kind of sport where you punch someone and try to beat them up in order to win some kind of belt or something. I don’t get it. Why would you wanna get beat up for money?
I had to move quickly from my home. So I gathered some friends, and we began boxing up my belongings.
Duck and weave right?
Its a bit more complicated than that.
Well I figured. So how do I start?
Punch me.
What?
Take a swing at me.
Your sure?
Yes.
The boxing match ended with little time to spare. Jackie had to rush from the building in order to make it home in time to pick up his son. The boy had been staying with a friend for the past week as Jackie trained for the big match. Would his son disapprove of his bloody face?
boxing a sport were men fight and end up dieing of health problems cause they get hit in the head to much wow that sound like a bunch of fun
what used to be the most noble of sports has been reduced to steroid testing and bitter, fake rivalries. Jack Johnson nowadays is known as a musician whereas back in the time of Calvin Coolidge, he was the best bare knuckle boxer around.
they sweat, they stare, the light reflecting of tiny points on their heads and shoulders. Involuntary, unexpected convulsions from the force of the incoming rain of punches. Gumshield falls out. Over.
GOOD
his gloves were brown and on the edges they were changing color because of the sweat which continually seeped into the cracks. He had always boxed and these had always been his gloves, in his casket they would be with him.
people who box are afraid of their feelings but are strong haha. Boxing releases suppressed anger and makes people have a better confidence, good work out too, GO ROCKY!
the ring in the middle of the street.
street fighting illegal but here no one cares.
the cops can’t do anything to bring in he perps.
but we try.
or they try.
don’t know.
but we protect our own.
Boxing your ears (hitting someone in the ears, probably related to “upside your head”).
Boxing day … someone said it was when rich people boxed up things they didn’t need and gave it to poor people. I always thought it was the day you boxed up stuff you didn’t want from Christmas and took it back to the store!
im a girl. and i look like a girl. im not that butch. i mean im big but not massive. anyway i wanted to start boxing so i could become a vigilante menalist that would run round all day and like, get theives to steal my bag, then totally just smash them in to like, a million bits.
boxing
I fall to the floor with a thud. My nose is bloody and pain sweeps through my whole body. I can barely think, but what I hear is, get up, get up. Chanting for me. But I can’t.
wearing boxing gloves, your hands become a swollen version of themselves, ready to take on a challenge otherwise impossible
Men against each other. Hard and soft. jumping falling. in pain. ecstasy of combat, of connection. why do we fight in order to join? she said it was him but it wasn’t. the horror, the spectacle, why is this always so hard. when all you have to do is stop. and breath and say. i will not fight anymore.
It wasn’t boxing, it was street fighting, and from the looks of it, they were trying to kill each other. The only thing that could be said was that they weren’t using weapons. They were duking it out old school. I don’t think anyone even bothered to call 9-1-1.
As they entered the boxing ring, the crowd cheered and the heat grew stronger. They stared at each other both with bloodshot eyes, I must win my enemy, they thought to themselves.
The apartment just didn’t look like the same place anymore. All of our belongings separated and neatly tucked in parcels.
fists pumping, knock out, sweat drips off the chin of my opponent. thinking is no longer required. Time is mine and reactions are all I need. Too slow, the world spins and lights circle my head. The bell rings and I am defeated.
Boxing isn’t something i grew up watching as a child. My father was always a fan, but I never understood the fascination. I somehow always confused it with professional wrestling, never understanding which was real and which was fake. I’ve never looked into it.
Boxing isn’t something i grew up watching as a child. My father was always a fan, but I never understood the fascination. I somehow always confused it with professional wrestling, never understanding which was real and which was fake. I’ve never looked into it.
I know nothing about boxing, and i do not like it, either. However, I appreciate famous punchers, who have taken serious injuries to bring about a good time of entertainment for all audience.
Day…The day after Christmas when all of the leftovers were traditionally boxed up for the servants and needy. In one way, a very nice tradition that both refuses waste and also helps those less fortunate. In another sense, it seems to accentuate and tokenise the differences that exist between the classes at a time when such differences are already incredibly obvious.
for my foe
We weren’t sure, but Wikipedia had assured us. We had to fight each other. That was the rule, and we were going to follow each other.
“I’m not comfortable with this,” said Dan. “I don’t think the rule is that people who say the same word at the same time 5 times in a row have to box.
Verbal boxing matches were a daily event when my son lived home. He made me a better communicator.
how does one think- one word- boxing- hitting knock out
hitting everyone hard, knock out- one shot in a ring; one on one and having fun.
the sport of boxing was made a long time ago, I don’t know the specifics about it. I think some people even believe that the sport came to be after watching kangaroo’s ‘box’ with each other. Boxing involves putting on gloves and sparing with each other, the gloves protect the hands as well as the opponent.
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