Apr 28 2014

Rob’s Rant: Real Men Don’t Do This.

One thing I have never understood in life is how a man can get off on being abusive to a woman. Laying hands on them.I grew up with 6 sisters and I was over protective of them. So I have always been very sensitive to that abuse.

Once when leaving the summer fest this dude pushed a friend of mine Maria against a car as I was walking into their site.

I approached the piece of shit, and he laugh…ed at me, I weighed 175lbs then and have this baby face. He called me a little boy.

I beat that dudes ass, dropped him to his knees and rained 10 piece punches on him until a former sherrif deputy now deceased Fred came up out of his car and pulled me off of him. Fred knew me well. I used to get into all kinds of fights then.

I beat that dude so bad my knuckles were swollen for 3 days. I could not make a fist for 3 days.
For a man to bully a women and lay hands on her sparks something fierce in me. Their insecure weakness disgusts me.

Once when living in Jacksonville Florida I left the beach bar the Brixe and was heading to my car, I heard a couple arguing a few cars down and thought nothing of it as drunk idiots. Then I heard a sharp smack and thought damn that girl smacked that dude good. I then heard a women insanely crying.

I walked over to see this thick red neck dude and this small girl cowered against his car.

He told me to fuck off!

I approached him, feinted him, then back handed him. I smacked the shit out of that dude. Repeatedly, I grabbed the keys from his pocket and threw them into the dark. I told the girl to call a cab. I did not leave until it came.

I then embarrassed him before her saying how does it feel that I can do anything to you I want without you being able to do anything about it. I slapped him again.

Slapping a dude is the most disrespectful thing you can do to them. I kept demoralizing him, it perk the girl up.and that was sad in itself.

I kept talking to him, laughing at him. The cab came. The girl got in. The dude all.the while NEVER acknowledged she was there.

A true piece of shit. Proof of it.

I have a deep violence in me, that will be with me until the casket drops. While I am far more laid back now.

Nothing provokes that rage instantly as much as a man getting physical with a women. Hearing about it or seeing it enrages me.

If you are a dude that does that shit.

Please come to my gym 1034 Goodale Blvd Grand view Heights Ohio 43212 I have a gym full of fighters, including myself you can step to instead.

You are welcome anytime and we will be glad to see you and give you a welcome you will never forget.


Apr 25 2014

Boxing Training Tip: The Most Special Ingredient For Success.

I have always been a huge fan and admirer of great coaching, being attuned to it since I was a young teenager. Studying it and learning from it yet today and tomorrow and throughout my coaching career.

Perhaps because I didn’t have a close relationship with my father at that time as I liked the passionate communication, probing, expectations, demands, and chemistry great coaches had with their a…thlete or athletes….

Freddie Roach has had that with Manny Pacquaio, taking him from a raw, reckless, unknown then molding him into a sharp blitzkrieg offensive juggernaut. Their relationship and loyalty to each other is rare today.

Just as chemistry is the glue with your significant other and is blissful to blissful to have and share, so it is with coach and fighter.

One fight that will ALWAYS stick out to me where this was vividly displayed was the Johnny Tapia vs Danny Romero fight. That fight was big then. The battle of Albuquerque New Mexico.

I was 17 years old then and ran home from a party to watch it alone as I didn’t like people trying to talk to me when I was studying the fight, I liked to listen to the commentary too, to this day, I’m like that.

At that time Romero was being built up like Oscar De La Hoya, the plan was to have Oscar’s crossover star potential and Danny possessed that, he just had to win this fight he was favored big in.

This fight was a violent cross town rivalry, to the point where added security was present during fight night.

Jessie Reid Sr was Tapia’s trainer. I have always been a huge admirer of Jessie Sr. I think he is one of the best and I love studying his corner work, few can communicate the adaptions that need to take place in such a clear passionate way as Jessie Sr. I loved his work with former lightweight world champion Paul Spadafora for these same reasons.

Johnny dominated Romero shouting him down and out. Johnny was geeked for this fight again HUGE cross town Heated and HATED rivalry, these guys hated each other.

The chemistry between Jessie Sr and Tapia was eye opening,
I will never forget it, round after round Jessie gave clear concise passionate instruction that Johhny brilliantly carries out.

It gets no better when a trainer lays out a brilliant fight plan that the fighter executes round after round with ease.

This is what I will always remember about the fight. After the 9th or 10th round Jessie excitingly shouts…. “You are doing it son! You’re doing it!!!” To which Johnny then pushes his face against Jessie’s and shouts back…”NO!!! WE are doing it!!!!!”

Fuck that jolted me.

The raw real deep connection in that moment, the chemistry. No better display of it, no better feeling than to possess and share it.

That is the joy of coaching and being coached.

That is precious, power, and rare today.

And THAT is the power of chemistry!


Apr 23 2014

Boxing Training Tip: Between Rounds Of A fight, Start With This.

The best piece of initial instruction to tell your fighter between rounds is to relax and breath.

Instead of shouting and telling them 10 different things they will not be able to retain which is utter nonsense.

Breathing solves alot of problems.

Remember, calmer heads do prevail.

Breathe and relax first. Then the mind is ready to be fed instructions that can be carried out the next round.


Apr 22 2014

Are You A Competitor Or…Spectator?

Competing isn’t easy, and that’s why only a certain breed can do it, more so the training while maintaining the discipline of it to effectively compete. That’s why there IS that disconnect from the spectator and the competitor.

The spectator lacks what the competitor displays, courage, discipline, and the essential character needed to withstand the grind of it all. Becoming very jealous and envious of them. While the spectator turns into a naysayer because while being consumed by their self doubly and sheer laziness the competitor overcomes that little voice doing work anyways every day.

The competitors strengths expose the spectators weakness.

The spectators are often the ones with their hands out in life anyway, ungrateful, reacting to life, blaming circumstances, filled with envy and jealously of others wondering when will THEY get lucky, lucky! lol, don’t get me started on that.

The spectators are often family, friends, and their significant other.

This IS reality. This IS the price to pay to dare and be great.

Others that spectate out of fear, RESENT that courage and strength.

Spectators often seethe inside.

They often wish for failure when they compete and are often the ones who fake being upset with the competitors defeat with the truth being they are happy they failed because they are down at the spectator’s level for a brief moment.

The spectators only see winning and losing while the seasoned competitor acknowledges only growth in both.

They WIN period, because they celebrate life daily by LIVING it. A winner will often tell you the crowing moment is indeed sweet but the journey up to that point being even sweeter.

The loser NEVER loses because they are forged, changed by their training, their journey, their knowing depths of themselves that would be impossible to have been discovered without the intense, relentless training, by partaking in life, jumping in it, living it, while not watching it all go by as the spectator does, with them wondering what the fuck happened along the way.

To those of you who grind daily, celebrate life, silence your inner voices of fear, to chase your dreams….

I salute you.