We took a few guys to Indy yesterday for a sparring session. We had an issue with the original vehicle and had to swap it out for another one. Everything worked out OK, but when we pulled off the highway it was only about 18 degrees and the wind was blowing pretty good. Out of the six of us, I was the only one who even had a coat, everyone else just had sweatshirts on. The fact that I'm 30 years older than the next oldest person in the group, and old enough to be the grandfather of the rest of them might have something to do with it. The young-uns have way too much faith in the current automobiles. My generation has dealt with the foibles of autos and would never think of leaving home without having warm clothes. It makes you wonder what's going to happen to these people if they're not even prepared to take a ride down the interstate when the temperatures are below freezing.
The sparring session went well. Two of the guys were there for the last session and both of them looked much improved. The other guy looked like he was trying to sleepwalk through it. He looked really slow and was getting hit with jabs that should have been picked off easily. He hasn't been in the gym for a while. He's been working out, so he's in decent shape, but I think he was boxing like he's been hitting the heavy bag. Putting the work in but not anywhere close to actual fighting speed. Myself and the other coach picked up on a few things to work on with all of them, so we should see some improvement in the future.
Cooley High was on TCM last night. I hadn't seen that one in a long time. The film is set in 1964 Chicago. I started my teaching career in 1976 in East Chicago. Washington High School and the student population where I worked had a lot in common with the movie. Guys smoking weed in the restroom, lots of fun stuff and too much tragedy. A young man from my first year of teaching got a job at the steel mill and got his head crushed by a crane block his first summer out of school. Rough town but if you treated the students with respect, they would reciprocate in kind. I really enjoyed working there. Lot of good people, both students and faculty.
The movie had a really good soundtrack, by the way, including Little Stevie Wonder's Fingertips.
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