The quiet skinny kid wants to get hit!

Well, I am obviously still that skinny kid. Lanky and long.

I was the oldest of the youngest kids that have been raised here in the U.S. My older brother and sister were reared in Mexico.

Growing up I had to be self-motivated to excel in school. My parents couldn’t speak English, so I couldn’t ask them for help with my homework.

Thankfully, I had an awesome teacher in first grade that had the patience to teach me the difference between red and blue. I still remember her stopping her lecture to ask me to identify the mystical color: blue. I would name every color on the color wheel except the mystical blue.

Being the oldest brother, I was responsible for many things. Most important of all was to babysit the other 3 and also try to teach them whatever I was learning.

I had to be the calm one. The one in control of the situation. I could not lose my cool. There were a couple of instances where I did lose control and afterward promised to never allow it to happen again.

For the most part I have maintained that control. It is not something where I want to control a situation, but rather, I control myself. I think this has served me tremendously throughout my life.

There so many times when I simply want to get up and tell someone where to shove it! I want to unload on someone for being a lying sack of crap. Or just fight someone because they were jerks and needed to have a wakeup call.

I have the same anger boiling inside me that lives inside my father. But I keep it under control.

Channeling my anger/ aggression

Playing sports has been my only outlet for this energy. My father never allowed me to play any sports in school.

But I did play in the rough neighborhood games. Some of my proudest memories as a child were of me playing football. If you think I am skinny now, you should have seen me then.

I loved to hit and get hit. I had pretty good hands and could catch almost anything thrown in my direction. Being that I am skinny, I imagine I must have had a huge target on my back, because everyone would lay my ass out.

But here was the part I loved most after getting hit, GETTING UP!

I began to develop a reputation in the neighborhood, and still remember some of friends screaming,” He’ll be ok, give him a minute!” (Jon Jon I still see you standing over me waiting for me to get up)

These days I play basketball which can get pretty damn intense and aggressive in a hurry. Once again, people to not like a skinny kid making them look bad. And truthfully, I am one of those annoying players that will get under your skin.

In retaliation they will typically put their shoulder down and blast through me a couple of times. I guess it is their reminder of who the bigger fish is on the court. But regardless I get back in the game once I catch my breath (and sometimes that takes a while).


So now I have discovered boxing. I began to take lessons a few weeks ago and love it.

This is my opportunity to finally let go. This is where I can get hit and hit back. This is where I get to unload my aggression. My anger. My frustrations.

I know I can take a hit, but I do not know if my face can. My trainer says I should be sparring in about a month. At that time, I will find out how easily I cut and how easily I recover.

Although I am confident, I am ready for it, I am not absolutely sure my face will be. Or my ribs. Or my kidney.

However, I wonder if they are ready for me. I wonder. I truly hope I don’t get carried away and unload on anyone when we are just sparring. I may just get knocked out in my first session. That may hinder my dancing… oh oh.

Teevee Aguirre

Teevee is an insanely funny and humble man who has traveled the world in his mind at least a dozen times since his imagination began to bloom at the tender age of 31. You can find him making a dent in the universe by sharing his lessons on parenting, marketing, manhood, relationships, leadership and whatever else tickles his fancy.