Boxers put through agony in practice
By JORDAN HYMAN
Collegian Sports Writer
Charlie Fisher's face looked like a kettle of tea that had been
left on the stove a few minutes past its boiling point. The sweat
streamed freely from his forehead, coating the rest of his beet-red
face with a thin glossy finish.
Fisher wasn't the only one who was blowing steam. He was joined
by his teammates from the Penn State boxing team, who grunted
under the watchful eye of coach Bill Wrable.
"I'm just totally crushing 'em today," Wrable said during
practice Monday without taking his eyes off of his team. "It's
an hour of hell. They never get a rest in here."
"Here" is the wrestling room in the Intramural Building,
one of two sites (Rec Hall being the other) where the Penn State
boxers meet three times a week to push their bodies to the limit.
It's a limit that stretches beyond most ordinary athletic boundaries.
Wrable keeps his boxers moving nonstop for the entire practice.
Fisher had been running up and down three flights of stairs for
20 minutes before even entering the dimly lit wrestling room Monday.
When he did finally show up drenched with sweat, Wrable told him
and some others to begin jumping over a series of five, one-and-a-half
foot high benches aligned at the far end of the room.
"Thumbs up going over," Wrable boomed in a hoarse voice.
"Run back. Don't walk."
Wrable paced toward the other end of the room where other boxers
were paired up with partners holding mitts and medicine balls
to hit. Looking back to Fisher's group of bench jumpers, he grimaced
in disgust.
"Next guy who walks back I'm adding five minutes," Wrable
said. "I said, 'Run back.' Don't walk."
A few minutes later, a shoeless Wrable wearing a blue Teamster's
union T-shirt, tells the boxers to switch to an adjacent string
of end to end benches, which they must leap over from side to
side.
"It picks up throughout the season," the 156-pound Fisher
said through a black mouthpiece. "It's getting intense now."
Wrable migrated toward the boxers paired up with partners and
barked more commands. He zeroed in on heavyweight Tim Scott, whose
sweating was so profuse it no longer could be soaked up by his
drenched gray T-shirt.
"C'mon Tim. You gotta punch through it," Wrable said.
"Here's where you win the fight. It only hurts if you let
it hurt. Punch until I tell you to stop."
The boxers work within timed rounds, which Wrable mixes up from
practice to practice. A bell signifies the beginning and end of
each round, but some days Wrable decides when his fighters can
quit. In the last round the boxers are instructed to "burn
out," or in other words keep throwing rapid-fire punches
until told to stop.
After splitting eight matches at last Saturday's Lock Haven Invitational,
the Penn State squad will head to Shippensburg on Saturday. In
two weeks, the boxers will be home again in final preparation
for the March 21 Northeast Regional, which Penn State hosts.
And the closer that Northeast Regional date becomes, the more
militaristic Wrable's practice regimens will become. Proof the
hard work pays off for the boxers can be seen in the past three
invitationals Penn State has attended. In the three -- the Nittany
Lion Invitational, VMI's Keydet Invitational and the Lock Haven
Invitational -- the team has compiled an overall record of 13-7.
Fisher has been responsible for two of those wins.
"You gotta keep pushing," he said. "It makes it
fun in the ring when you kill yourself in here."
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