I used to train at a competitive kickboxing gym (as opposed to Tae Bo) in the 90's. One guy at the gym was a cop who had a Napolean complex. He was short (5'6") & always tried to prove he was really 8 feet tall. He rode a huge Harley, carried a huge off-duty weapon, & was tough... even when he didn't need to be.
One day he was sparring in the ring with a talented fighter. The ring had a 2 foot gap between the ropes & a brick wall on one side. He was against the ropes & caught a kick flush on the jaw the sent his headgear-clad head against the wall. He was knocked out for a second, but regained conciousness & was helped out of the ring. We had a medical Dr. who trained w/ us. The poor fighter couldn't remember his name, but was otherwise ok. Doc had him sit next to our trainer for a minute with the instructions, "Let me know if anything changes." Not 2 minutes later, the fighter taps our trainer on the shoulder & says, "I don't know my name, but I know I'm a cop & I have a gun." "Uh, Doc!" our trainer said.
He was taken to the hospital w/ a slight concussion. No one ever let him live it down.
One day he was sparring in the ring with a talented fighter. The ring had a 2 foot gap between the ropes & a brick wall on one side. He was against the ropes & caught a kick flush on the jaw the sent his headgear-clad head against the wall. He was knocked out for a second, but regained conciousness & was helped out of the ring. We had a medical Dr. who trained w/ us. The poor fighter couldn't remember his name, but was otherwise ok. Doc had him sit next to our trainer for a minute with the instructions, "Let me know if anything changes." Not 2 minutes later, the fighter taps our trainer on the shoulder & says, "I don't know my name, but I know I'm a cop & I have a gun." "Uh, Doc!" our trainer said.
He was taken to the hospital w/ a slight concussion. No one ever let him live it down.
