S/Sgt. Michael "Mike" Anthony Lacche spent his later years in Redmond, Washington and well into his 60s would train in the garage with his bright red Everlast boxing speed bag which he still could rattle with incredible tempo and accuracy. His eyes would pierce the leather ahead of him and the speed bag would almost effortlessly snap the bag back and forth with thunderous shots.
Mike still had "it" with boxing. Something that a few fighters are born with and take with them throughout their life journey.
Mike would keep his coaching short and focused - just like his boxing moves: "tell the bag where to go, don't let it tell you where to go; breathe -- if you don't breathe, you don't last; if you box right, you hear the rhythm. If it sounds wrong, you're punching wrong; don't worry about how big the other guy is; most the guys I beat were bigger than me."
After training, if his grandson did well, there was a small Butterfingers candy bar and an orange creme soda waiting.
Mike still had "it" with boxing. Something that a few fighters are born with and take with them throughout their life journey.
Mike would keep his coaching short and focused - just like his boxing moves: "tell the bag where to go, don't let it tell you where to go; breathe -- if you don't breathe, you don't last; if you box right, you hear the rhythm. If it sounds wrong, you're punching wrong; don't worry about how big the other guy is; most the guys I beat were bigger than me."
After training, if his grandson did well, there was a small Butterfingers candy bar and an orange creme soda waiting.