After 30 Years In The Martial Arts I Actually Hit Somebody!
Wednesday, May 19th, 2010
I was manager of an apartment house in Southern California, and it was not on a good side of town. One day a fellow came by with a mutt on a leash, and I told him (in a polite manner) that dogs weren’t allowed in the apartment house. He just looked at me and said, “Why don’t you tell him,” and he motioned to his canine companion.
I went to the tenant he had visited and told him that he would have to tell that fellow not to visit again, and I was met with rudeness. I started taking note of the people that were coming to see this tenant, and I realized that the guy was selling drugs. This is where the story gets interesting.
I knocked on the door to his apartment and was let in, and I told the fellow that drugs weren’t allowed, and that he would have to move. He just laughed at me and announced, “I’m not even going to pay rent from now on, and you can’t do anything about it!” So I punched him.
Now, I merely dropped my weight into the sanchin stance, and I punched him with both fists on the chest. Man, he flew over the bed and struck the wall. But it was a stunning wake up to me. I hadn’t really damaged him, and I couldn’t believe the feeling of actually hitting somebody.
The shock jarred my arms and shook my shoulders, and my strike was not effective. I had knocked the stuffings out of bags for years, but the feeling of 175 pounds of human flesh was entirely different. I realized than that I had to change my training methods. If this had been a real fight, with somebody willing to stand up to me, I’d have a knock down drag out on my hands.
Anyway, the tenant jumps up, and he’s sobbing, an adult and he’s actually crying, and he says, “You can’t hit me!” Well, I wasn’t going to punch him again, I had suddenly realized how incredibly idiotic I was to lose it like that, but there was a ring of truth to his words. So I growled, “Why not?”
“Because my friend is in the closet!” I was frozen for a moment, then I crossed the room and opened the door to his closet, and his naked, gay lover was standing there, trembling in fear and with a really sickly grin on his face. Well, I learned something, I was going to stick to regular training in traditional martial arts like Aikido and Tai Chi, and figure out a way to make my strikes really real, and I was going to avoid fighting.
Forty years of learning what a punch really is. You can take advantage of this knowledge at Punch ‘Em Out. You can have the Strongest Punch in the World!

