You forgot this one, Kerry:

Never was a fan of the "sweet science" as boxers like to call it.

I preferred martial arts, growing up with the likes of Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris as my idols. I remember years and years ago when someone tried to stage a contest between a boxer and a karate black-belt, to see which was better (boxing or karate). I think it was in the late 70's or very early 80's.

The boxer was going to be allowed to do everything he would normally do, but the karate guy was told no kicks, sweeps, elbows, knees, or joint locks were allowed. Made such a mockery of the affair it ended up being called off.

Nowadays, we have things like the Ultimate Fighting Challenge and various knock-off tournaments, where fighters from various disciplines square off with only a few rules. Boxers don't fare too well at all in those competitions, nor do the Judo, Kung <deleted> or Ninjitsu stylists.

Quite an interesting title to this thread....

I'm pretty sure the OP would get many and far more colorful replies if this was an American dominated forum...

Quite an interesting title to this thread....

I'm pretty sure the OP would get many and far more colorful replies if this was an American dominated forum...

No problem, Narachon. I can whip these rugsbie wusses all by my lonesome with one hand tied behind my back while standing on my head . . . and still have some free time to boot. I think chuch regretted starting this thread as I haven't seen hide or hair of him lately. Must be off in hiding licking his wounds.

Edit: Oi, chuch just came back. I'll see y'all later.

Quite an interesting title to this thread....

I'm pretty sure the OP would get many and far more colorful replies if this was an American dominated forum...

girlie men bed wetters.That's it in a nutshell i'm afraid.

Actually, men that are obsessed with any kind of sport are usually closet homo-sexuals covering up their lack of interest in females.

Real men are down watching the show at Spotlight.

Real men are down watching the show at Spotlight.

I get a rash just driving by that skanky joint

cv

Actually, men that are obsessed with any kind of sport are usually closet homo-sexuals covering up their lack of interest in females.

Real men are down watching the show at Spotlight.

Real men stay faithfull to one wife.Real men have done that much shagging of stars when they were younger, that the hags at spotlight do nothing for them.

Real men don't cook, they BBQ

When real men do gardening, they concrete the green bits.

Real men used to play Rugby, and now talk about it as though they were world beaters

Real men eat the Red lollies first

Real men have Red car/motor bike, 'cause they go faster.

Real men have chainsaws and use them every week.

Real men laugh at seppo tanks and their sports.

Real men have mates called Tick,Bruce Jock,Scrote or Jack.

Real mens idea of foreplay, is to tell their loved one "brace yourself"

Real mens idea of foreplay, is to tell their loved one "brace yourself"

I tell them, "This will all be over in a second".

Is that good enough?

Real men are down watching the show at Spotlight.

I get a rash just driving by that skanky joint

cv

OK, tell us where the high class joints are.

Real mens idea of foreplay, is to tell their loved one "brace yourself"

So, a real man's idea of foreplay is to tell her: "Get in the truck, bitch"?

Real men are down watching the show at Spotlight.

I get a rash just driving by that skanky joint

cv

Spotlight was my very first Thai Go-Go place that I had ever experienced back in my Backpacking days... I ran out of there after five minutes!

Almost put me off of Go-Gos all together, until this American Expat at Johns Place bar told me about a place called Nana Plaza, Soi Cowboy, And Pattaya...

But getting back to the Thread Topic, I'm pretty sure that most American Sports fans could say the same regarding Cricket, Soccer, Rugby, or whatever Sport Chuchok espouses...

Not quite asleep yet.......

I put in two names into wikipedia...and it spewed out the following

Colin Meads

In 1970, Meads broke his arm playing against Eastern Transvaal in South Africa. He emerged from a particularly vicious ruck with his arm dangling horribly. It was an obvious fracture, and yet Meads completed the match. When the doctor cut away his shirt and confirmed the break, Meads muttered, "At least we won the bloody game."

Buck Shelford

It was during only his second test for the All Blacks that he suffered a ripped scrotum after being rucked by a French player, which left one testicle hanging free. He also lost four teeth during the ruck. After discovering the injury to his scrotum, he calmly asked the physio to stitch up the tear and returned to the field and played out the rest of the game, which the All Blacks lost

This was all non-professional sport. All from a little country of 4 million people.your lads are dress wearing, mincing scrotes compared to the mighty men that play rugby....

Sounds like stupidity to me. One makes those kinds of sacrifices to save lives or during the time of war, but for a game?! They need their heads checked is what they need!

It's not just a game......It's a religion.

And I hardly think that a broken arm or a ripped ball bag are anything like being in a war.

I was speaking of the idea of being injured and having to keep going, not so much the injury itself.

Actually, men that are obsessed with any kind of sport are usually closet homo-sexuals covering up their lack of interest in females.

Listen mister, I like sport and I have a hairy chest and a reeeeeeally bushy moustache and I've talked to looooooads of ladies over the years and I like the feel of leather and...and...and...

Oh ok. You win.

But getting back to the Thread Topic, I'm pretty sure that most American Sports fans could say the same regarding Cricket, Soccer, Rugby, or whatever Sport Chuchok espouses...

Isn't that what you call a Spanish wife?

Chuchok, I'm with you. Pinetree Meads was one mean hombre, and one of my heroes when I was a budding second row in the 1970s. As for Buck Shelford, the man was a monster. He played then coached at Northampton when he'd finished his international career and he was an inspiration.

But even the little blokes can do well: does anyone remember David Rees, the England wing in the mid-nineties? 5'7" and nothing of him, but he ripped the ball from Joanh Lomu a couple of times, then scored a try, at which point Zinzan Brooke slid into him, knocking 4 teeth out. But he played on.

Not quite as exciting as Shelford's injury, I know, but I sustained a cut to the privy member during one game, kept playing and went to hospital after the game. The nurses put 2 stitches into it and couldn't stop giggling.

12. 12 stitches. 12 really, really big stitches. And the nurses couldn't stop gasping.

Chuchok, I'm with you. Pinetree Meads was one mean hombre, and one of my heroes when I was a budding second row in the 1970s. As for Buck Shelford, the man was a monster. He played then coached at Northampton when he'd finished his international career and he was an inspiration.

But even the little blokes can do well: does anyone remember David Rees, the England wing in the mid-nineties? 5'7" and nothing of him, but he ripped the ball from Joanh Lomu a couple of times, then scored a try, at which point Zinzan Brooke slid into him, knocking 4 teeth out. But he played on.

Not quite as exciting as Shelford's injury, I know, but I sustained a cut to the privy member during one game, kept playing and went to hospital after the game. The nurses put 2 stitches into it and couldn't stop giggling.

12. 12 stitches. 12 really, really big stitches. And the nurses couldn't stop gasping.

If it had of been me, it would have been 24 monstrous stitches ......honest.....

Chuchok, I'm with you. Pinetree Meads was one mean hombre, and one of my heroes when I was a budding second row in the 1970s. As for Buck Shelford, the man was a monster. He played then coached at Northampton when he'd finished his international career and he was an inspiration.

But even the little blokes can do well: does anyone remember David Rees, the England wing in the mid-nineties? 5'7" and nothing of him, but he ripped the ball from Joanh Lomu a couple of times, then scored a try, at which point Zinzan Brooke slid into him, knocking 4 teeth out. But he played on.

Not quite as exciting as Shelford's injury, I know, but I sustained a cut to the privy member during one game, kept playing and went to hospital after the game. The nurses put 2 stitches into it and couldn't stop giggling.

12. 12 stitches. 12 really, really big stitches. And the nurses couldn't stop gasping.

If it had of been me, it would have been 24 monstrous stitches ......honest.....

Sorry, problems with my keyboard. 32 stitches. Humungous ones. And the nurses couldn't stop fainting. There.

(And if you've got a black cat, I've got a panther called midnight).

Chuchok, I'm with you. Pinetree Meads was one mean hombre, and one of my heroes when I was a budding second row in the 1970s. As for Buck Shelford, the man was a monster. He played then coached at Northampton when he'd finished his international career and he was an inspiration.

But even the little blokes can do well: does anyone remember David Rees, the England wing in the mid-nineties? 5'7" and nothing of him, but he ripped the ball from Joanh Lomu a couple of times, then scored a try, at which point Zinzan Brooke slid into him, knocking 4 teeth out. But he played on.

Not quite as exciting as Shelford's injury, I know, but I sustained a cut to the privy member during one game, kept playing and went to hospital after the game. The nurses put 2 stitches into it and couldn't stop giggling.

12. 12 stitches. 12 really, really big stitches. And the nurses couldn't stop gasping.

If it had of been me, it would have been 24 monstrous stitches ......honest.....

Sorry, problems with my keyboard. 32 stitches. Humungous ones. And the nurses couldn't stop fainting. There.

(And if you've got a black cat, I've got a panther called midnight).

You better go to bed before it gets to "They lashed the beast back together with three yards of hemp rope"

cv

hel_l, even if a small lineman fell on a rugby player, he'd be lost in the crack of his ass,

I could just see a bunch of wussie rugby players dangling on the likes of a Refrigerator Perry, trying to bring him down while the Fridge just drags them like so much toilet paper stuck on his shoe

And while were at it, your obsession with Cricket, could there be a more boring game, where you wait an eternity for something to happen, and what's up with the gay hats and sash,

Anyway it's too late now, OJ caught this thread and he's on the way, you know he's not well right,

I could just see a bunch of wussie rugby players dangling on the likes of a Refrigerator Perry, trying to bring him down while the Fridge just drags them like so much toilet paper stuck on his shoe

Now that is such arse. You septics, bounce into each other at chest heigt to make it look dramatic, like your pro wrestling, now that is a joke That fat lump perry could be caugt by any of the players on a rugby field, and i would like to see any man run when he doesnt have his legs underneath him. Rugby players are taught to go in low and hard, where American footballers go in high and cuddle

Really get real all your septic sports are played by overweight POOFS

Hush now ..... have you seen your avatar?

but really .... sports played in shorts ... tennis ..... rugby ..... oi!

Since I’ve given up politics and now into real sports - this is going to piss a lot of you (septics) off out there with this one but I can’t resist. Today’s topic is football-type sports. Here’s my take: (1) American football is not a sport - it is played by oversized, overpaid mental midgets encased in body armor and juiced up on steroids; (2) Rugby is something a bunch of drunken Irishmen and Welshmen dreamed up one day to give them a chance to wrestle and beat the crap out of some Englishmen - disguised as a game; (3) Soccer is for little girls, prissy little boys and pansy-assed Europeans - lots of running around kicking, screaming and crying.

There is only one true game of “football” in the entire world - and it is called (oddly enough) “Footy" or Australian Football. It is played by real men in shorts and tank tops and no pads, on an oval field, with the most bizarre rules ever invented by kangaroos and instead of a stretcher and nurse on the sidelines they have an entire trauma center prepared at the drop of a hat to sew severed limbs back on and send the players back in with no time wasted. The season just started down-under in April and you can catch it on ESPN2 occasionally. You gotta hand it to the Aussies - their game is Darwin incarnate: survival of the fittest (and toughest).

Aussie rules is Awsome!!

hel_l, even if a small lineman fell on a rugby player, he'd be lost in the crack of his ass,

I could just see a bunch of wussie rugby players dangling on the likes of a Refrigerator Perry, trying to bring him down while the Fridge just drags them like so much toilet paper stuck on his shoe

And while were at it, your obsession with Cricket, could there be a more boring game, where you wait an eternity for something to happen, and what's up with the gay hats and sash,

Anyway it's too late now, OJ caught this thread and he's on the way, you know he's not well right,

Perry would get lifted up and dropped on his large ample arse.

Quite an interesting title to this thread....

I'm pretty sure the OP would get many and far more colorful replies if this was an American dominated forum...

well thank god it isnt dominated by Americans then!!

Aussie rules is Awsome!!

for australians maybe - boring for the rest of us.

Since I’ve given up politics and now into real sports - this is going to piss a lot of you (septics) off out there with this one but I can’t resist. Today’s topic is football-type sports. Here’s my take: (1) American football is not a sport - it is played by oversized, overpaid mental midgets encased in body armor and juiced up on steroids; (2) Rugby is something a bunch of drunken Irishmen and Welshmen dreamed up one day to give them a chance to wrestle and beat the crap out of some Englishmen - disguised as a game; (3) Soccer is for little girls, prissy little boys and pansy-assed Europeans - lots of running around kicking, screaming and crying.

There is only one true game of “football” in the entire world - and it is called (oddly enough) “Footy" or Australian Football. It is played by real men in shorts and tank tops and no pads, on an oval field, with the most bizarre rules ever invented by kangaroos and instead of a stretcher and nurse on the sidelines they have an entire trauma center prepared at the drop of a hat to sew severed limbs back on and send the players back in with no time wasted. The season just started down-under in April and you can catch it on ESPN2 occasionally. You gotta hand it to the Aussies - their game is Darwin incarnate: survival of the fittest (and toughest).

No more politics and singing the praises of Aussie-rules Football; looks like the Gent and his boys did a "jollie" to Boon's house in America.

Those electric cattle prods up the backside work every time!

Since I’ve given up politics and now into real sports - this is going to piss a lot of you (septics) off out there with this one but I can’t resist. Today’s topic is football-type sports. Here’s my take: (1) American football is not a sport - it is played by oversized, overpaid mental midgets encased in body armor and juiced up on steroids; (2) Rugby is something a bunch of drunken Irishmen and Welshmen dreamed up one day to give them a chance to wrestle and beat the crap out of some Englishmen - disguised as a game; (3) Soccer is for little girls, prissy little boys and pansy-assed Europeans - lots of running around kicking, screaming and crying.

There is only one true game of “football” in the entire world - and it is called (oddly enough) “Footy" or Australian Football. It is played by real men in shorts and tank tops and no pads, on an oval field, with the most bizarre rules ever invented by kangaroos and instead of a stretcher and nurse on the sidelines they have an entire trauma center prepared at the drop of a hat to sew severed limbs back on and send the players back in with no time wasted. The season just started down-under in April and you can catch it on ESPN2 occasionally. You gotta hand it to the Aussies - their game is Darwin incarnate: survival of the fittest (and toughest).

No more politics and singing the praises of Aussie-rules Football; looks like the Gent and his boys did a "jollie" to Boon's house in America.

Those electric cattle prods up the backside work every time!

It's mainly the Victorians and South Australians that get into Aussie rules.Got to say that the Victorians are a great mob.Dosn't matter what sport it is, they will go out and watch it.

Boonie probably enjoyed the cattle prod.(please sir can I have another!)

reading in the Sad about TV thread, I came to think of this thread...which I thought was quite funny and deserves a bumb.

enjoy!

Apologies for being late on parade for this thread, been busy the last few days soaking whinging septic poofs.

If you want to know who is the hardest, try playing in the front row in a Devon v Cornwall county championship. I came out of that game with more injuries than you would get from 20 yaba'd up thai guys with sticks, knives and bottles.

To make it easier for the enemy I even took my arms out of the fight and put them around 2 big guys. Anyway, a broken foot, detached retina, and 6 stiches in my head did not deter me. Funnily enough it didn't even hurt (until after), and to show pain in the front row is as good as signing your own death warrant.

The yanks are indoctrinated with false sports (look at wrestling - absolutely ridiculous, but they still love it). They wear helmets and shoulder pads because they would just start crying if they had to play a real mans sport. They play for a few minutes then go and have a rest. We get a slice of orange after 40 minutes, and a punch in the face from fellow team mates who feel we could have tried harder.

Carry on deluding yourselves, that's what you septics are good at. If you lose the arguement you can always start a war