For most Americans, however, boxing makes no sense. The sport that once defined the nation now seems hopelessly archaic, like jousting or pistols at six paces. The uninitiated, the cultivated, the educated don’t accept that boxing has existed since pre-Hellenic Greece, and possibly since the time of the pharaohs, because it concedes one musky truth about masculinity: Hitting a man is sometimes the most satisfying response to being a man. Disturbing, maybe, but there it is. Just the sight of two fighters belting each other around the ring triggers a soothing response, a womb-like reassurance that everything is less complicated than we’ve been led to believe. From brutality, clarity. As with the first taste of cold beer on a warm day, the first kiss of love in the dark, the first meaningful victory over an evenly matched foe, the brain’s simplest part is appeased. Colors become brighter, shapes grow deeper, the world slides into smoother focus.
J.R. Moehringer, Resurrecting The Champ, LA Times, May 04, 1997.
Most of my stuff was bought at Sugar Rays'.
http://store.lonsdale.com/lonsdale-safe-spar-gloves-753311
I have two pairs (14oz) and I use them for all my training. They are soft well padded gloves and provides good space for large hands.
This is my second Everlast headguard, the first lasted some five years before it started to fall apart and kept two more years with the help of duct tape.
http://www.shockdoctor.com/product/power-gel-ultra-mouthguard.aspx