Here is a random story. Around 1995 in our Union St Gym, we had a guy who fancied himself a fair bit. He was a self titled Maui Thai champion. A Filipino that thought he was an American Indian and with an Irish name. One day he challenged Sonny's brother Pale to a spar. He instructed Pale that he would show him a thing or two about speed, skill and fighting power. Now Sonny's whole family could fight and were bought up in the family's traveling boxing tent, so had fought since they were kids. Pale had serious skill and could fight like 10 men, he had the most accurate left hook that I have ever seen. He had completely double jointed hands, every knuckle, the whole bit. Just before he launched his best shots, he would squeeze both his fists at once and they would crack like a bad back. So Paddy comes in throwing kicks and punches everywhere, showboating and showing off like a pro. Pale swayed, leaned, laughed, cracked his hands and let go a left hook that started at his hips. He hits this guy so hard the whites of his eyes were blood red before he hit the ground, out cold! Once were realised he wasn't dead we laughed so hard that it hurt. Good times.
