I've realized something in my boxing life. When you get your ass beat, you say thank you. It's odd that you show thanks to a person that just made you bruise and bleed, hurt and ache. The shear embarrassment enough would deter you from speaking, but still, we say thanks.
Our young protege beat a grown man back and forth, with a 40lb weight difference between the two. Through full face gear the guy bled, and afterwards he had nothing but praise for the kid. The entire psychological side of this fascinates me considering it's the opposite of what's to be expected. Regardless, it's a wonderful sense that there's a learning process to pain and we should be grateful for it.