prime versus prime

My pops (RIP) had height, reach, and 30 lbs on me. Dad by wide decision with a few knockdowns, I'd go the distance because I couldn't let my dad see me not get back up. He'd beat my ass.

There are no significant size advantages my father would hold against me, but, I must concede, he was just plainly the harder man. Brutally hard.

I wouldn't like my chances.

Pops is an Evander Holyfield look-a-like, I don't like my chances. I do have height and reach over him, we may weigh about the same. I wouldn't have the heart to win even if I could.

My pops would get crushed. Tough guy, but not tough enough. He broke his hand on my jaw when I was 16 and i told him he hit like a woman. So that pretty much settles that one.

Me and my Dad sparred when I was 21 and he was 49. Not a great indicator.

Strangely, I'd have a good 3-4 inches in height on him and even more in reach, but he'd have 40-50lbs on me (he played football, I boxed). He had a real pitbull style, and he was super strong, and a good athlete. I'll go with Dad by MD with a knockdown or two securing the decision.

It would have been a bloodbath. He'd have beat me up in the end, but neither would hit the floor.

He's just a tougher guy and was in better shape. Helps that his upbringing was tragically difficult and physical. He's lived in Canada forever, but his childhood was truly third world. Like 12 people in a dirt floor shack kinda thing.

The ref calls a halt with me on my feet around the 10th round. Blood coming from every orifice.

I was cocky one day when I was about 13, thinking I was getting pretty good at boxing. I bugged him to death to come spar with me in the basement. He refused and warned me, but I eventually pissed him off enough and he did.

He beat my ass effortlessly LOL

Coulda knocked me clean out probably. Apparently my Roy Jones impression didn't faze him...

My Dad folds me in 20 seconds. Son of depression era, Irish/Sicillian New Yorkers and Nebraskans, 38 year Navy vet. None of his 4 sons have tatoos. He got them for us. One of my brothers stands a chance.

I'm seeing a recurring pattern of interest, here.

It's only natural.

I could see myself winning, but with the strength and power deficit I'd be on thin ice the whole way, and he didn't mind eating three shots to land one, even when I had all that youth and reflexes on him. In ten fights I could probably stick and move to victory in 2-3 of them.

soft spoiled children of a harder working blue collar generation?

not saying any of us is soft, but maybe we all more than likely had it a lot better than our parents growing up

the next generation of kids is gonna be soft as hell. they're all at home playing XBOX360 instead of at the park getting exercise

My dad bigger than I am but I always felt I had the speed advantage and general technique to do a number on him. Failing that I’d grab the nearest weapon, I attacked him with a chair once but that didn’t go to well as it was too heavy to get any decent leverage, I ended up pinned to the wall with it as he gained the advantage.

My stepdad in his prime beats my ass. He had a couple inches of height on me, not to mention considerable reach, and was in the Marine Corps for 15 years. I'm probably bigger than he is, and I'm sure I'm stronger than he was, but I wouldn't doubt he would take me. Guy was a hard man back then.

Now, my biological father, I would beat the shit out of him. About 5'4", skinny, and left my mother when I was a year old. In fact, it would be about as savage a beatdown as I could dish out.

Never met my "dad". Saw him once. He ran out on us when I was about 2 weeks old. For that reason I would kill him. I dont mean that Ha Ha Im going to kill you. I mean I would stop his heart.

My stepfather was a big guy. But he wasnt very physical. He always thought physical exertion was bad for you. It wouldnt matter what happened if I just hung around for 30 seconds Id win.

Probably a somewhat controversial decision win for my dad.


I could definitely whip my mom's ass, however.

My Dad in the mid-1950s.

So.... is the answer hidden somewhere in this picture, or is this merely Part 1 in a Smelodies posting miniseries depicting a horrific battle between father and son and how it ripped their household apart as they learned harsh painful lessons in life, love, and family spirit

I'll have to go with Dad. Army vet, and he knocked out some party crasher at a New Year's Eve party once. I have height and reach advantage though.

Looks like military dads are getting the nod here. My dad served in the US Navy in Nam.

Great topic.

Like many of you, I have a dad who grew up much harder than me. Would've had a few more fights in his time than me as he had 4 sisters and a younger brother to protect as he was growing up. He grew up in India in the late 50's and being from a British/European heritage made him and his sibling targets for racist taunts and bullying.

In regards to fighting he also had the advantage over me of having boxing offered as a sport at his school where they would fight against other schools in organised tournaments. I have never boxed.

BUT.....I would win and win quite comfortably I imagine.

There is no doubt that my dad is tougher and more hot-headed than me. All intangibles go to him actually.

What I don't see him overcoming is the size difference. At our respective primes I would say there would about a 70 pound (possibly more) weight advantage to me. I'm only about an inch taller, but just have a naturally bigger build which I get from my mother's side of the family.

There's just too big of a size and strength difference for him to overcome.

Well, obviously, I don't know how any of you grew up, but that is essentially what I was talking about, yes. (I know my own up-bringing wasn't very glamourous --- too many mouths to feed on a single income, with me being last in line, for one reason), but I know it was a hell of a lot easier on me than it was on my father. Hard times make hard men, & I think most of us had it easier (in many cases, especially in the case of the younger members among us, dramatically easier) than pop did.

There's also an admiration a son has for a father which probably plays a role in how we assess our chances. My father was my idol & inspiration, &, awe-inspiringly tough & capable though he was, I'm sure I over-rate him to some extent in my eyes, as some of us probably do.

I will say this --- in my case, I think, admiring my father as much as I always have, I would want the win more than he would (not to say he wouldn't be keen to prove himself against his son, as he always was a famously proud man, even to the detriment of his better judgement). Anyone else suspect as much?

Nah, couldn't imagine whooping my Pops. Where do we go from there? Unless it was amateur-style (headgear, fluffy gloves, DLH-style body protector) where we were more concerned with technique and who was faster rather than say, trying to win a million dollars and we hated each other so we wouldn't share it.

My old man wasn't the biggest guy in the world, but most from around the area knew what he came from, and even those who didn't never tried to fuck with him.I'd say coming from a background like that, and with his pride, we're talking about a guy who is very difficult to hurt. A punch in the face would probably seem like a joke. It's likely that he took harder shots as a child anyway. Best of luck to me, but I'd be thrashed.

My dad by complete domination.


Dude was 6'1 240, not an ounce of fat. Played semi pro football for the Jacksonville Bulls, could dunk a basketball like he had anger issues with the rim, and still outran me in a footrace for a 20 dollar bet when he was 48 years old. Wears a size 21 ring. Not joking.

Its not that i put him on a pedestal because hes my pops he was just a superior athlete. Im lucky to have gotten some of his genes. He had 9 brothers and sisters, 3 of his brothers were older and to hear them tell it he crushed all of them in every sport.

About two years ago he went into the hospital, he was sliding downhill super fast and only 55 years old, turns out he had a massive brain tumor they said hes been carrying nearly all his life. They said it had been messing with his hormone levels and thats probably why he was always so diesel and why his hands are so big.

Your dad sounds like an X-Man. A leap in human evolution. Does he have an alias?

Yeah, Old guy dealing with a brain tumor that caused Acromegaly, Gigantism and an enlarged heart. Thats his alias.





I have a picture my mom gave me of him when he about 20, he was still gaining size but you can already tell he was going to be a beast.

Hes flexing though, its sort of embarassing to have a picture of your dad flexing, but unfortunately his family was poor and its the only picture i have of him as a young man so i keep it.

Thinking about it though, ive never seen him fight or heard of him having to fight anyone. Size helps you like that i guess. I would probably box his eyes shut. In any form of athletics competition i lose though.

No matter how ripped or big i got when i was a younger i was always lil herbie (my dads name).

Sorry to hear that, Danger. I lost my mom to B cell lymphoma, which made a quick onset of a brain tumor.

no matter if I wanted to hit him
I just wouldn't
so I'd probably fight him like Juarez in a title fight

Thanks. Sorry to hear about your mom. Didnt mean to derail the thread though, death is a part of life, i was raised to be practical. Id rather look at it as he had a good run.

The more i think about it though i could box his ears in unless he caught me with the big shot. Think of it as a low budget Cory Spinks vs a white Jeff Lacy. jk


I will post a picture later just so cats dont question my factuality though.

I'd probably run away ala Spinks to an SD win. Wouldn't really want to hit my Dad although he did do judo and boxing in his time. Prime for Prime my Dad was way more energetic but I have a 2 inch height advantage (he's 5'9) and an obvious reach advantage.

It's funny, my dad was never the biggest boxing fan but knew every fighter from his era and could tell you everything about them. Weird.

When he moved to Sydney as a young adult, he sparred a few imports who came here to fight the local fighters. Apparently that wasn't unusual, known hard heads would often spar in gyms even though they didn't box. My uncle tells us that Dad could fight. Country boy who left school at 14 to go and work with men shearing in a wool shed. Shearing sheep is the hardest work you could tell so they say. Dad is almost 80 and still concretes to earn a few dollars. Has been a concreter for most of his life, 7 days a week stuff.

So based on his up bringing, his work ethic and what his brothers have said...Dad and I would be a mismatch. Odds? Dad would be a prohibitive favourite. Me? Write your own ticket

Though my Dad is now in his mid-60's, I think if he read this thread he'd want to fight me immediately.

Very competitive man.

Who's better at jumping rope?

my dad followed some guy into a car wash that was my age (27) after the dude talked some shit while we're at the red light....the next couple of minutes of that dude's life werent good....my dad ko 1

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again sorry for the Klitschko inspired pic, only one i have of him not being older and broke down.

Our dads had the same hair.

Awesome pic. Your old man is The Incredible Hulk.

Me UD12. My dad's prime consisted of a lot of acid, even more weed, and live jam band music. The only exercise he got was the occasional dirty hippy sex. I got 5 inches on him, I'm pretty sure I could of just Wlad Klitschko'd him. Take him out in the later rounds if I chose to, but he's my dad, so I'd carry him to the end.


Good lord. You got the toughest draw. Your dad KO1 everybody.

My Dad who taught me to always put your foot on their throat when they are down and if that fails rip their balls off.

My Step Dad as well. He was just a hard man. His favorite story was how in WW2 he fought his Sergeant at the time and beat him until he cried and who's favorite expression was "make them break water" (i.e piss themselves)

Both came up hard from old men that were even more hard core then they were.

My grandfather used to beat the shit outta his wife and kids. Psychologically abused them, the whole bit. Normally those guys are the biggest pussies in the world, but apparently he was the meanest drunk possible and beat people up in town every weekend. Motherfucker had his family living in a dirt floor shack with no food, but still got hammered all the time. He would walk the 10-15 km into town just to get pissed and fight someone. Just loved to scrap, so he would get sauced and pick on the biggest or mouthiest guy there and splatter him. In those days the area was very rural and everyone knew everyone within a 50 km radius. He was about the most vicious sonofabitch around back then. I remember hearing some really crazy stories when I was a little kid. Even the family members that hated him admitted that he was the baddest fucker they knew. A truly twisted individual. He had this deformed thumb that was like a mini crab claw. lol It had two separate fingernails and both came to a sharp point. He used to do extra damage with that thing.

Still, I think my old man would have fucked up his world. He knew it too.

Both would have tore me to pieces.


Makes me wonder about the men that came before them...

The world was so much different back then.

If we're talking grandfathers, my grandfather (stepdad's dad), was one of the single hardest motherfuckers I've ever met in my life. 25 years in the LAPD back in the 40s, 50s, and 60s, WWII veteran, used to teach other cops jiu-jitsu apparently, and coming from about 10 different eye witnesses, ran down a 20 year dude who stole a hammer from his garage about a half mile and broke his arm in three places. When he was 63. Also ran against Jackie Robinson in high school. If he's been there, he's also done it at least three times over.

RIP Grandpa, you'll always be the most bad ass person in the world to me.

Pops was just scary in his prime. Tough, mean and educated with them fists. He was a born fighter and flat out enjoyed ko'ing foos. I had a lot of natural ability and talent I was probably faster than him, with power and more cerebral. But he could come at me like a bull or try and set me up, Ko power and like His Favorite boxer of all time (Duran) went up n down stairs with ease. also like Duran he had that mean streak in him that put him on some other shit. The guy put a few people down BAD even in his older age. Happy go lucky guy he is now, He's still only a push away from throwing rocks for what he believes in.

Pops never lost a St fight, so I'd be a massive underdog. I would not trade hands with him for too long, that's his game even tho I have more unorthodox technique. My best shot is to utilize something he has no defense for I.E Ground game/Subs or time some hard midsection kicks or attack that lead leg/knee/throat as if my life depended on it, because that's exactly the situation i'd be in. If I got there first with power I could walk away in one piece, he gets me first I wake up in the hospital.

My dad is a good six inches shorter than me. In both our primes, he'd win in a war of attrition.

I have the softest hands of any guy I know. My dad always has grease and grime and scars on his hands because he actually works his ass off all the time. He's light years ahead of me in the toughness department.

Even if I got the upper hand on him, I'd let him win. He's pulled a gun on two people that I know of. The most recent incident involved a muzzleloader pistol. ".50 caliber hawken" is what he used.

Told dude, "You can come over here if you want, but I don't fight without my hog leg."

gangsta

well my dad is more delusional with boxing than i am with basketball. hhaa. he still things he can whip me but for his sake i always turn him down in sparring. i'd seriously fuk his old azz up. dude is in his 50s, he wouldn't land a glove on me even though he has height, reach, and weight over me.

this thread is gold! lol at the dads that still want to give it to their sons.

WAR old boys!

In a boxing ring? It would probably be close. My dad was about 6'3", 230 or so in his prime, but really slow. I'd be about 5'11" and 185-195. Honestly, he could probably knock me clean out if he caught me good. But catching me would be the hard part, because he never boxed, and I did.

In a street fight I'd hurt him really badly.

Pfp taking into account weight, my dad probably kicks my ass. He was a state runner up wrestler in high school, and played football for Illinois State until he broke his jaw and said "fuck it." However, he was 5'9" 170 pounds tops.


Straight up fight, my dad would be giving up 5 inches in height, 6 inches in reach, and 55 pounds to me. In my prime I was a pretty decent athlete too (at least football wise). I think I'd probably KO him.

My old man didn't get to where he is in life by signing fights with the likes of me. I don't think this fight would get made no matter how much I wanted it.

K X P

This guy would kick all your fathers' asses.

My dad passed in my late teens so RIP.

In a fair fight I could have taken him with my wrestling and Judo but I doubt it would have been a fair fight. He grew up in a shitty part of DC and told me the stories of using pipes, chains and whatever else he could to get the upper hand. I think I would have been winning until I got hit in the head with a rock.

My Pops is fuckin thug, even at his age right now. I seen him deck 3 cats around my age during a rumble in our section for Margarito vs Mosley. This was with him stepping on the seat of the row infront of us and stretching out to connect. Its fair to say if I try to box him from a distance, it'd be a matter of time before he connects and turns my lights out.

Trying to fight inside with him would be even worse. Not too long ago I tried to snatch a towel out of his hand just to fuck with him, he clenched his fist n I got pulled back n almost ate shit. So I couldn't do that. Darting in n out would be trouble too.

I've done my dirt n handled mine but from what I've been told by my dads friends, my uncles and my dad (they never tell you all their stories) he'd beat me bad.

Pops by KO whenever he feels like it.