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YouTube destroyed Western Boxing, is it better than Muay Thai

Without warning YouTube destroyed “Western Boxing, is it better than Muay Thai when it wiped my channel out without warning.

With 176,000 views on my You Tube Video Western boxing Muay Thai video, a lot of my viewers vehemently opposed my argument that Western Boxing was superior.  Which is putting it mildly.  A lot of my viewers hated me.  With 170 respondents reporting they dislike my video and only 36 stating they like it.

But most of these men never bothered to read my article on Western Boxing Muay Thai kick boxing which is all so typical in a world where people either can’t read or are too lazy to do so.

An overwhelming majority of all respondents have totally missed one key point I made in my Looking Glass Magazine article. This key point conclusively demonstrates that traditional boxing is far superior to Muay Thai when it comes to taking one’s opponent out of combat.

Many respondents remarked that the fights in the video were unfair as the Western fighters were far heavier than their Thai opponents. Had these people read my article they would have read that I had already duly noted the large weight discrepancy.  And that this fact has absolutely nothing to do with what the videos proved.. Weight discrepancies had absolutely nothing to do with what these videos demonstrated.  Moreover,  the fact that Thais were fighting falang was another irrelevancy.

What mattered was that in each and every case, the knockout blow was delivered with the hands and not once by a kick.

What the video proved is that it didn’t matter if the fighter was Thai or Falang.  Because in the end the victor had no faith in his kicking ability to knock out his opponent.

Think about it. A good boxer with decent punching ability can routinely deliver a knockout punch  with his fists just 18 inches away from an opponent’s head. How much extra distance does a kick boxer need to deliver a blow to an opponent’s head and which is going to arrive faster, the blow with the hand or the kick? How much time does a boxer need to be able to react to a blow to his head versus one delivered by a foot? There is simply no comparison. This is a matter of pure physics and not even worth arguing about. The only fly in the ointment is if the boxer relies only on his hands.  But this boxer does not have the punching power to get the job done.

In the video at least one of the “boxers” lacks such punching power.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
On my farm I converted a one car garage into an exercise room just 75 feet from my house. I heated it with a propane heater so I could exercise year round. But I also did a lot of running even in zero degree temperatures. I am still a firm believer in cardio vascular exercise over weight training so long as I am also building strength by swimming, or my favorite machine I use today here in Thailand. An elliptical machine which gives me all the strength I need.

He’s tentative. His punches lack authority. For me he’s really not a boxer.  He’s merely someone who claims to be one because his style of fighting is the traditional Western style of boxing.

Just because a man puts his hands in front of his face and says, “I’m a boxer” doesn’t mean he’s the real deal.  For such a man when it comes to Western Boxing Muay Thai  the Muay Thai fighter just might win.

To be a real Western style boxer, one first has to be born with the requisite speed that gives him the ability to win. But speed alone is not enough. He also needs to be stronger than his fellows. And even then he has to have the killer instinct.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
The idea behind the farm exercise room was to take me into another world so I could really enjoy exercising to the utmost. Note the mountain scenery wall paper. I framed it to give it the appearance of being a huge window overlooking the mountains. Note also the universal gym. It was pretty complete but in the end I didn’t focus too much on the universal equipment. I spent most of my time and energy using cross country skiing machines, the Schwinn Aerodyne and of course my punching bags.

And finally he needs to train correctly while having the right equipment at his disposal.

A lot of men who never had what it takes in the first place go through martial arts schools as a substitute for speed or the power they never were blessed with.

And even those who were born with the speed and power to win are still stuck with the same martial arts schools because the old boxing gyms the old timers used to train in have become a thing of the past.

When I was 19 I was operated on for a deviated septum. In those days I had trouble breathing through my nose. And I was very susceptible to colds and runny noses which oftentimes took weeks to get rid of.

The surgery left me feeling as weak as a kitten, and for several weeks afterwards I was unable to exercise. I felt very vulnerable and this sense of vulnerability reached its zenith when I took a very pretty girl to a St. Louis Cardinal baseball game.

We were both Freshmen in college and Susan was simply too good looking to be true. I had to park four or five blocks from the stadium and we had to walk through a bad area of town to get to the stadium and back. While walking that four or five blocks I started to almost feel like the guy who’s about to have sand kicked in his face by the bully. No one messed with us, it’s just that for the first time in my life I felt that there was nothing I could do if someone did. From that moment on, I resolved to never allow myself to get into a situation again where I’d feel so helpless.

That was during the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years of college. I was looking forward to my second year on the university cross country running team when I’d end up getting my varsity letter.

I was also looking forward to spending one month in the Wind River Mountains in the National Outdoor Leadership School, which amounted to an almost non stop expedition across Wyoming’s highest mountains in which we had to carry all our food and other supplies on our backs.

Our support team supplied us with food just once.   And that was after the first eight days of the course.  So we had to carry food on our backs for the remaining 22 days.  When you figure an intake of 2 pounds of food per day times that 22 days you can imagine what our packs must have weighed right after getting re-supplied upon completing the first eight days of the course. So looking towards all that strenuous mountaineering I’d be doing as well as a two workout a day schedule to kick off my Varsity Cross Country Running career, a summer long exercise program that would test me to the max was would be critical.

I chose a combination of boxing and cross country running, which amounted to a full hour each day hitting the punching bags along with some weight training in my step grandfather’s gym along with another hour of running.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
A one car garage is not very wide. To provide the illusion of lots of space, I lined an entire wall with large mirrors which made the entire room seem a lot bigger.

Now my step grandfather’s gym as well as his outlook on training was quite a bit different from just about everyone else I ever got to know before I met him or since. He was old school, having grown up in at a time when boxing was the only game in town.

Back then there was a profusion of gyms devoted to training boxers. In those days professional boxers would often come to small towns to do boxing exhibitions in which any man who could stay one round with them would wind up winning a tidy little sum. And while my grandfather always considered himself to be an amateur fighter he used to tell me that he’d often spar with one of his friends for ten rounds or so and then they’d complete their workouts by running 18 miles.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
I used this gym when I was in my forties and early fifties. I used the same platform bag setup my step grandpa gave me when I was 10 years old. And still used, not one but three platform bags.   I’d hit the heavy bag low to develop power. But I often would pick out one of the letters on the heavy bag up high where a man’s head would be. The idea was to be able to hit a small part of a man’s head with precision.  When it comes to Western Boxing Muay Thai comparisons correct training is important.  But even more essential, one has to be born with the requisite speed, power, and killer instinct to prevail over such martial arts as Muay Thai.

 

My step grandfather had set up his basement as a gym in which he kept a heavy bag and a speed bag platform.

He also had a set of barbells along with a chin up bar and several rather odd but very simple exercise gadgets. For example he had cut off a broomstick handle into which I drilled a hole and then he had inserted a rope into his new handle and tied the free end onto a ten or twenty pound weight. The whole idea of the thing was for a man to extend the handle straight out in front of his chest with the weight hanging approximately thirty inches below the handle. He’d then wind the rope slowly onto the handle until the weight had nearly reached it. It was a great exercise for building up one’s forearms.

The object of the heavy bag was to develop terrific punching power. But what very few people would never know was how we used the speed bag platform to magnify what the speed bag was already accomplishing.

The speed bag platforms Grandpa had in his basement and which he had built for me were rectangular in shape. They were of good quality narrow boards which he had sanded to a smooth surface. After hanging the platforms from ceilings of both basements, he weighed them down with sandbags. The result was a platform that was far superior to the cheap factory made setups one finds in sporting goods stores.

But that was just for starters. Grandpa had three different sizes of platform bags.

One was a small bag that he called a peanut bag.  It didn’t require much power to keep it going.  And when it became a rapidly moving blur. This bag was good for developing great hand speed and coordination.  But the action was all in the wrists and hands.  Next up was a medium sized bag. With this bag one could actually develop a fair amount of arm strength. All around it was much better than the peanut bag.  Which didn’t do much for developing a man’s punching power.

Last was Grandpa’s heavy platform bag. It took a fair amount of power to keep it going, although one could still use just his elbows to keep it moving. This bag and the heavy bag developed power as well as hand speed and hand and eye coordination.

But we weren’t done yet. Grandpa had made a leather loop which he could insert into a leather loop.  That fastened the punching bag to the swivel mounted in the lower center portion of the platform. By using this second leather loop I could lower the position of the bag about 2 inches. It also lengthened the length of the arc the bag could traverse.  

However, it would take a significant amount of power to keep the punching bag moving. No longer was it a question of just whipping one’s hands and wrists around.

When I hit this extended heavy platform bag I’d have to use my shoulders to keep spinning the bag.

The end result of all that exercise including my hitting the heavy bag and four different versions of the speed bag was.

I ended up feeling I had the power of a baseball bat in each arm. While I felt I could deliver my punches to any portion of an opponent’s face I wanted.

It wasn’t enough to just be able to hit a man on the chin or on his nose. It’d be like hitting the left corner of his nose as the other hand was pummeling his left eye. When you can deliver the power of a baseball bat to any portion of your opponent’s face you really got something.  So the next time I went to a baseball game I deliberately sought out dark alleys. 

Of course, everything’s relative. I certainly wasn’t the only one using my grandpa’s boxing gym. It seemed like every tough kid in my hometown was using it.  But for some reason two of the toughest kids never ran into me in that gym.  So I never wound up going up against them with the boxing gloves on. And of course, we sparred also, but I always won.

My grandfather told me, “You haven’t met Myron Spencer yet. He’d kill anyone from around here and he’d do very well in the Chicago Golden Gloves.

Much later on I’d wind up meeting Myron when we were both close to sixty. I never knew him when he was a young man in his prime.  But the Myron I wound up meeting looked a lot younger than sixty.  And he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. But back when I was nineteen, I weighed between 160 and 165.  Whereas Myron was a light heavyweight weighing between 180 and 190.  I’m sure he would have killed me in the ring.

My classmates told me how Myron and another young man I knew had gotten into a fight with three guys from another town.  Myron wound up chasing down his three opponents.  And knocked all three of them out. Meanwhile Larry had never made a move to support his friend.  And when Myron came back, Larry blurted out, “Let’s go get them, Myron.” But that’s typical of the stories about Myron whether it was from my grandpa or someone else. Although he never was a troublemaker, he always finished the fight.  Now that’s what I call a real boxer.

My step grandfather told me a lot of stories such as the time he had a couple of young guys working out in his gym and a top professional fighter had come over to his house.

The professional had a baby he was taking care of. The two young men working out in my grandpa’s gym were pretty good with their fists.  But then the professional boxer asked them to hit him while he was holding the baby.   And neither of them could even come close. The professional simply moved his head which caused the young men to miss every time.

Ever see Muhammad Ali winning back the heavyweight championship from George Foreman in Zaire?

The other night I watched it again.  While I listened to Jim Brown, the famous Cleveland Browns running back,  predict that Ali would KO Foreman.

This time I got an entirely different perspective of the fight. Every time I saw it before it appeared that Muhammad Ali had been able to tire out the much younger Foreman.  And that he had then been able to knock him out in the eighth round. To all appearances Foreman pounded Ali with his superior punching ability.  But Ali proved once and for all that he was among the toughest fighters who ever lived.  As well as having the strongest chin in boxing.  Ali weathered the onslaught and eventually knocked Foreman out.  

Not this time, however. Even at the age of 32, Ali’s punches were so fast that I couldn’t really see them land.

Yet the commentators kept saying….”That’s a good one two from Ali. Another good punch. He’s starting to hurt Foreman now. Foreman’s right eye is getting very puffy. There’s blood coming from it now.” Then, “It looks like Foreman is getting to Ali.  He’s really punishing him, but very few of his punches are getting through. Ali’s slipping all of them with those little movements of his head.” And when parts of the bout would be replayed in slow motion and I could see what I had missed before.

For the first time I could clearly see that this much younger man, this man who had so devastatingly destroyed Joe Frazier for the Heavyweight crown, simply did not belong in the same ring with Ali. Foreman didn’t have the speed to win.  As for the two punches that  knocked Foreman out, one really had to see them in slow motion.  In order to fully appreciate that Ali had really knocked Foreman out.  And that he had punched with authority and power.

And as they replayed that slow motion video  I could hear one of the commentators announce over and over again, “This is no phantom punch. This is no phantom punch!”

 

As for the controversial 1st round knockout Sonny Liston suffered in his second world championship with Ali. They are still arguing that one. I suppose no one will ever know.

But my point is this.  The leading boxing pundits of his day never gave Muhammad Ali enough credit as a finisher.  Such as Jack Dempsey, Joe Louis or Rocky Marciano.  I saw all his fights on television.  And fully understood that Ali could knock out anyone he chose.   While no one could touch him for speed. 

Even at 32, Ali made George Foreman look like a complete amateur.  Although Foreman couldn’t touch Ali, I’d venture to say that during Foreman’s prime no kick boxer would ever be able to reach Foreman’s head.  Using his feet.  I don’t think that even Bruce Lee could.   And as for hurting Ali with a kick, there’s no way.

One can find isolated boxing events in which a kick boxer bests a boxer who’s using traditional Western boxing techniques.

But I might suggest that the “boxer” is a boxer in name only.  He’s got the style but he doesn’t have the talent or the heart.

Also, it’s one thing to watch a bout on television.  But it’s another to see one in person. I’ve seen good Golden Gloves fighters go to war against each other in the ring.  And remember one in particular.  I could not see any kick boxer surviving a bout with either of the two young men. They wouldn’t even have a chance at even thinking about getting a kick in. Because they’d be too busy Trying to survive the blizzard of punches coming their way.   So much for Western Boxing Muay Thai and which is superior.

Although I had  oftentimes boxed for fun with gloves on, I never enjoyed street fighting. . But since turning 18 I’ve had several that I just couldn’t turn my back on. Although I was always aware of what I was doing while boxing with gloves on, I found real fights to be entirely different.

I really can’t remember ever trying to jab an opponent in a real fight.  Or even trying to defend myself. Instead I’d have a single thought in mind which was to utterly destroy the other guy, even after knocking him down. I’d simply go on automatic pilot, and then I’d see my adversary go down, and I’d think he had slipped because I’d have no recollection of actually punching him.

If I had trained in martial arts other than Western boxing, I am sure I’d entirely forget everything that I had learned, so obviously for me in a real fight I was going by raw instinct while relying on my speed, accuracy and power.

Good boxers can easily deliver knockout punches from as little as 18 inches away with so much speed and precision that the Muay Thai trained martial artist who’s wondering what to do with his feet is helpless at stopping. So the next time anyone tells you that modern say martial arts are superior to old fashioned Western boxing and that they are much more scientific, keep in mind that all that scientific martial arts our Japanese opponents were using against American Marines didn’t help them during all that hand to hand combat of World War II.

Today about all you see are Martial Arts Schools and training courses that would have you believe they can accomplish miracles. The herd instinct takes over.  And when enough people believe  such nonsense they lose the ability to think logically.

So when you hear about all that new and scientific stuff just think of Jack Dempsey, who had been heavy weight champion in the 1920’s. When Dempsey was over seventy two young men assaulted him while he was getting out of a taxi.   Seconds later the old man put both men on the ground.

They remained there as Dempsey stood over them until the police arrived. The story goes that the pair didn’t dare get up, deciding that it was far better to wait for the police to protect them from the enraged Dempsey. Now that’s the stuff of martial arts legend. But Dempsey like my step grandfather came out of an era when Western boxing had a huge following. In recent years a lot has changed and where there had been boxing gyms there’s now a proliferation of martial arts schools thanks their becoming the darling of Hollywood and many years of the insidious corruption of organized crime in professional boxing. Nevertheless, Western boxing is still king.