Back when I was a teenager (late 70s) I had a set of 16oz gloves and we used to goof around on Sat nights, usually half intoxicated (drinking age was 18 not that it mattered), and wale on each other. There is only so much damage you are going to do with 16s on. One night on the tennis courts in Hinesville I got matched up with some guy nearly a foot shorter than me off of Ft. Stewart. Yea, he was a boxer, and I wasn't. My whole keep 'um at range and jab away thing didn't work... he got inside and one stacatto run up my abs and ribs and I had enough.