Life Lessons

Finished my boxing workout. A guy that's pretty cool who trains there was struggling with some work on the mat. Specifically, he couldn't escape this position...so he got caught in an armbar ala this gif.

he's a nice guy. Not overbearing. doesn't walk around all hard since he's been training for a few months like some clowns do...it's not his fault the guy running the "mma" sucks and isn't qualified to teach someone how to hold a fuckin' jump rope. He's not fortunate like me as I train with the best jiu-jitsu team in the state. I do my boxing with boxers. I do my jiu-jitsu with jiu-jitsu guys.....I don't go to a boxing gym to learn "mma" b/c I watched The Ultimate Fighter on SpikeTV.
Alas, I have digressed.
I stepped in and methodically showed him the mount escape, explained the frame and specifics about drilling escapes from bad positions religiously...b/c as I found out in various parking deck/parking lot fights....bad positions come out of nowhere esp. in street fights.

You miss an armbar, damn.
You miss a mount escape...teeth are missing as well. Hell, even if you hit it, likely, you'll get punched in the process.

These are lessons learned the way most effective: the hard way....the eye swollen shut, ribs broken, concussion style lessons that leave scars and lapses in memory.

Roll the dice.

As a kid, I wish my dad had said something like, "Son, one day you might turn to say something to your friend and a large man will strike you at the base of the skull. The next thing you know he's pounding your head in on concrete...what do you do? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO?"

It's a question you can really only answer when it happens.

And you'll probably be drunk as fuck when it happens too.
Heads up.

Good luck and happy hunting, kids.
-With Greatest Affection