Well, I had my boxing match last night. I lost in a split decision. It was a great match! My opponent was about 5'10", weighed in at 217 and is very powerful. I came in at 6' and 207. I have a 3" reach advantage and I am quicker. I came out jabbing and was having pretty good success at first. He came at me like a man possessed with round house rights and lefts. I managed to get under most of them and even get in a few body shots, and then he clocked me good and I went down in round 1 and got a standing 8.
I recovered quickly, and went back to jabbing. In the second round, we both got in quite a few shots. I went to his body a lot with some success, and caught a few more of his hellacious punches. The round could have probably gone to either fighter.
Round three was mine. I again came out jabbing with my left and his arms started to fall. He is a southpaw and I just then realized that he was more vulnerable to my right than my left and I started a series of straight rights. I connected with several good ones, but he kept coming! I tagged him with a few more and blood spurted out of his nose. I was pumped that I got to this guy!
As time ran out in the 3rd and last round, both of us were too tired to do much more than look at each other. If I could have managed a last vicous flurry, I think I would have convinced another judge that I should win. Many folks told me later that I was robbed. (Of course these were family and friends).
Anyway, it was a great fight, a great night of boxing! What a sport.