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The gym is not a place where everyone plays nice with each other, and it's definitely not a place to make friends either.
In fact, you don't want friends that won't compete with you. If you have a partner that can't hang with you, ditch his ass.
Well, if he can't do the same weight as you but he's there every day and he's full of vigor / emotion, then you keep him by your side for as long as possible.
But if you have a little pussy you work out with that can't hang in any category with the most important being emotion, you kick him to the curb.
Fuck him, he's not your friend.
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I just read this part. The man in the photo with me above, he's veteran Pro
Cisse Salif. He looks at sparring with smaller guys as kind of a hazing he likes to do to see who has heart. That's why he called me into the ring with him. We went 6 of what he called "light" rounds, but he's 6'5" and 265lbs, there's only so "light" that fucker can ACTUALLY go.
Two of the middle rounds he spent only hitting me in the body, too, because he knew I'd use my legs to keep distance and my speed in punching. I've never ACTUALLY been hit in the guts with a wrecking ball, but now I have an idea what it feels like. Hitting him was fruitless, too. And anyone who has been in the ring can tell you, your worst fear comes true when you give someone all you've got, and they smile at you.
He had a lot of compliments for me, though, which made my head big for like a month. This is a guy who put a pretty good beating on David Tua:
