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Monday, May 5, 2014
Love Boxing, Hate the Clinch
Seriously, do you know why they call it a clinch? Because everyone would hate it as much as I do if they went ahead called it what it is: a hug. It's a hug. When you wrap your arms around someone, pull them close and give them a little squeeze, it's a hug. In other words, in boxing, when the other dude is positively whipping your ass, just give him a hug. The ref will make him stop pummeling you. He'll get physically involved, separating the two of you. "All right," the ref will say, "Stop hitting him, for Christ's sake. He gave you a hug. Now fight!"
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