A Love Letter To Boxing - Part 1

After two rounds of relentless trading, a moment of brilliance flashed across your eyes as you realized that your opponent has the uncanny habit of constantly over-relying on the basic combination of the 123 (Jab-Cross-Lead Hook). 

You took notice of this, but as quick as you realized it, your opponent surges forward, like a raging bull on steroids, charging furiously to stop you of your plan. 

But without thinking, through sheer instinct & intuition, your heart tells you that this next wave of attack is the same exact sequence that once gave you trouble in the earlier rounds. But that was all about to change. 

For in this moment of eternity, you took a quick step backwards while parrying your opponent's jab with your right hand, before swiftly shifting your head & body weight to your left side to evade the cross.

But not stopping there, you take a small step to the right, ducking & weaving your head under his thunderous left hook that you once feared but are now handling it as if with the least amount of care.

As your opponent slugs aimlessly through the air, you went quickly on the offensive, turning the tables on him by ducking back down & bolting forward, bumping his torso with your left shoulder. 

This startles him as it pushes him backwards a little. Him, eye's wide open, looking down on you & thinking of a way to counter. 

But as the charging bull now, you rise up sharply, hips turned in full, with an uppercut that smashes right through his guard and granite-like chin. 

His eyes up and face in the spotlights. You knew it then that it was all over, but as a good measure, you recycle the energy of your twist & recoil your shot back into him as a devastating lead hook. Or more notoriously known as the liver hook. 

This was your parting gift to him as you see him fall to the canvas faster than the bridge of London. 

And in a blink of an eye, in a moment too quick to even think, it was all over, as your exchange of attacks with your opponent only lasted mere seconds. 

This was the art of boxing. The Art of Flow.

Thanks for reading!  

Yours Sincerely,

Satori Café

(This special article is to pay homage to my Martial Art roots)