In my humble opinion, nothing is a greater test of heart for a man than sports and combat. You can train, study and read all you want but when the jaws of life slams shut, you only have 2 choices – fight or fold. It is after reacting and recovering that you truly know what you are; are you the champion, rolling off of your oponent with his warm heart beating within your teeth, or are you the victim being tended to by the medical staff? The deciding factor isn’t about winning or losing, no, the decider is whether or not your spirit fought back.
People try to theorize that the instinct to fight is born of our environment but I believe that it goes deeper than that. Sure the poor kid who has been fighting since birth has enough experience to fight when pushed but that isn’t to say that the trust-fund baby won’t go ape if pushed the same way – even though he has never had a fight in his entire life. Having heart is only shown during crunch time and no amount of hardship in life will harden a weak man’s stomach.
When you get tested and you find out what you have within, it makes certain situations clear to you and fear is taken out of the picture. For instance a man who joins his High School wrestling team and quits mid-match (due to giving up) knows that his spirit is weak. A quarterback whose hands tremble uncontrollably when the big game is on the line knows that he should not lead. At the same time a boxer with a glass jaw BUT a heart of iron will know to build up a defense like Roy Jones Jr. in order to not get tapped. These guys know where they stand and rare is the occasion that the weak of heart can break form and exhibit martial valor. That stuff is for the movies… in life you either have the beast living within you or you don’t.
I have personally seen the beast come out through myself and others. It’s not about great pre-game speeches or a pat on the ass with a “go get em tiger”; it is simply the refusal to let another man be your better. It’s an internal instinct that gets called on from the subconscious. It’s like Lycanthropy, the werewolf curse – you switch gears, black out and fight without a care for consequence or outcome. It’s instinctual.
A Man Doesn’t Need Numbers… He Only Needs Heart
I will never forget when 3 cowardly frat boys jumped a kid at my University and he let the beast out… talk about embarrassing. It was spectacular to watch… his shirt came off, he danced like Bojangles and one by one he wore those guys out until the police came and he was back to his senses. Had he hesitated, like someone who doesn’t have it may have… he would have been smart to run but instead he blacked out and beat their punk asses royally. He knows he has it, even if he had never fought before that day he now knows that when the heat escalates he will transform. This internal beast drives women crazy too… trust me – a woman loves to test a “nice guy” as if he has no heart. But let that guy break mode to handle business within her eye-sight… instant waterworks down south if you know what I mean. Its the ultimate show of machismo when a guy can handle himself, not to say that the pacifist who can avoid conflict through diplomacy won’t be able to bag a chick, but the warriors will get the panties instantly, I guarantee it.
Watching kids play sports is always interesting to me for this very reason… you can see who has the eye of the tiger, the werewolf gene… because they turn up the heat when push comes to shove. I’m not talking about talent and athleticism, I’m talking about pure animalistic survival instinct. So what about you denizen, have you had a situation to reveal your true heart yet?