But he also includes too many tedious digressions. He provides some interesting insights into the various fighting disciplines, introducing a score of colorful fighters, trainers and hangers-on. Sheridan actually fought less than three rounds in six years of “research,” so in that sense, the book leaves the reader feeling shortchanged. Although he was victorious in his first kickboxing bout, he got battered and bloodied in his second, then was forced to bow out of several other fights due to a torn rotator cuff and a recurring rib injury. Not surprisingly, he ended up with as many lumps as insights. In Oakland, he tried his hand at pro boxing. In Brazil, he tackled the art of jiu-jitsu. He trained in Iowa at the country's leading martial-arts center. In Thailand, he sampled the joys of Muay Thai, in which fighters may both punch and kick. Not content to savor the joys of kickboxing, jiu-jitsu, pro boxing and other martial arts from the cheap seats, he climbed through the ropes himself, enduring grueling training sessions and living Spartan-like alongside his fellow fighters. Give first-time author Sheridan some credit. Plimpton-esque journey into the international world of professional fighting, with painful results.
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