Sam Sheridan is a intelligent and stable friend who wanted to put himself in the fight game to check his bounds, and (unfortunately for all of us) he discovered them quickly. He essentially expended all his money traveling the world, studying diverse martial creative pursuits with famous trainers at the most exclusive locations, with aims of running a gauntlet of battles in boxing, MMA, and finally a bare-knuckled, headbutts-permitted fight in Myanmar. Though Sam presents large insight and background stories on every individual he meets and place he visits, he projects a grave inability (or unwillingness) to attach with any thing he starts long sufficient to expert it. The way he notifies it, all his coaches are pretty much fine with this, which appears unlikely. His first Muay Thai fight in the publication is short and frustrating and it seems like he cancels or declines every other bout opportunity presented him for the rest of the publication, a time span of about six years, according to his own account.
Analysis
This article summaries the young author's quest to realise what makes combatants tick. Following prep school graduation, Sheridan becomes a smoke eater fighting blazes in the American West, a merchant mariner, crews on a yacht and winds up in Thailand where he studys Muay Thai boxing culminating in a battle with a Japanese ex-Judo champion.
Bored from the unchanging teaching, he journeys to Iowa and encounters some of the early MMA fighters.
Sheridan composes well with evocative descriptions of fighting techniques and the exotic locales his quest takes him. His investigation engages two segments on dog battling and cock battling, taboo topics in our PETA promotion world. He does not advocate this but rather than writes of the convoluted human/animal connections of this shadowy world in the US that is well liked over Asia. Sheridan discovers these topics as a literate observer and adds to the timeless topic of why men fight. Irelished the descriptions of mixed martial creative pursuits methods and the quirky personalities of some of the early UFC stars.
I've often wondered why I'm driven in the direction of karate and boxing. Based on Sam Sheridan's fine publication "A Fighter's Heart," it appears I'm testing my gameness, enjoying purity of reason, and analyzing my life and motives (and at 40, I may have furthermore dropped short developmentally somewhere along the line).
On the surface, Mr. Sheridan doesn't emerge to be the battling type. He increased up in a somewhat steady family position, attended Harvard, and likes to write. But he apparently liked more excitement from life than cranking out human interest items at the localized bistro. Instead, he connected the Merchant Marines, got into wilds firefighting, and along the way was bit hard by the fighting bug.
To indulge and realise his compulsion, the author traveled the world to try his courage in various full-contact martial arts: Muay Thai in Thailand, MMA in Iowa, jiu-jitsu in Brazil, and boxing in California. In supplement to checking himself in these possibly harmful venues, he ...