I have a coupon for a local boxing/MMA gym, but since I’ve yet to use it, I’ll have to go ahead and presume that most gyms contain a certain amount of average joes like me who will never achieve greatness. Or probably even adequateness. Such losers help pay the rent, but while the trainers may have to tolerate it, they don’t have to like it.
Enter the affable Eric Kelly, who delights in busting the balls of his rag-tag gang of dorky “miscreants” at the Church Street Boxing Gym in New York, “where everybody come to get f*cked with.” No kidding.
(NSFW due to cuss-words, props to the Filmdrunk Frotcast.)