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Flawless Victory
Jun. 12th, 2009 10:18 amOr, more likely, fatality. Mine.
On May 30 1833, in a particularly brutal fight for the English heavyweight boxing championship which lasted more than 3 hours, James Burke defeated Simon Byrne, the Irish champion. Burke knocked Byrne unconscious in the 99th round and Byrne died three days later.
I was vaguely reminded of this rather miserable story last night, as kickboxing Ninja Master outlined his latest hair-brained wheeze for charity. Ninja master is a very fit chap. I suppose he has to be, really, as it's his job, and some might call him sadistic as his main hobby seems to be bellowing I like to watch you suffer in my ear whilst I try not to cry.
Anyway, last night he came out with a an idea for charity: namely sponsored boxing. Boxing for one hundred rounds. One. Hundred. Rounds. Each three minutes, with a one minute rest between each one. That's about six and a half hours, of which I would five hours panting, whimpering and getting punched in the head. I can certainly see why he thinks that some people would pay good money for that to happen.
The thing is, I don't think I'm physically capable of doing this. In fact, I know I'm not. I am absolutely 100% confident when I say that there's no way on God's Dear Green Wweet Earth that I could do this. Maybe I could do 20 rounds. Possibly even 30 or 40 if I were fighting someone a lot smaller than me who had asthma, or maybe polio. But 100? No. Not. A. Hope.
Even so, part of me thinks...why not? But what do you lot think?
[Poll #1414730]
On May 30 1833, in a particularly brutal fight for the English heavyweight boxing championship which lasted more than 3 hours, James Burke defeated Simon Byrne, the Irish champion. Burke knocked Byrne unconscious in the 99th round and Byrne died three days later.
I was vaguely reminded of this rather miserable story last night, as kickboxing Ninja Master outlined his latest hair-brained wheeze for charity. Ninja master is a very fit chap. I suppose he has to be, really, as it's his job, and some might call him sadistic as his main hobby seems to be bellowing I like to watch you suffer in my ear whilst I try not to cry.
Anyway, last night he came out with a an idea for charity: namely sponsored boxing. Boxing for one hundred rounds. One. Hundred. Rounds. Each three minutes, with a one minute rest between each one. That's about six and a half hours, of which I would five hours panting, whimpering and getting punched in the head. I can certainly see why he thinks that some people would pay good money for that to happen.
The thing is, I don't think I'm physically capable of doing this. In fact, I know I'm not. I am absolutely 100% confident when I say that there's no way on God's Dear Green Wweet Earth that I could do this. Maybe I could do 20 rounds. Possibly even 30 or 40 if I were fighting someone a lot smaller than me who had asthma, or maybe polio. But 100? No. Not. A. Hope.
Even so, part of me thinks...why not? But what do you lot think?
[Poll #1414730]
