Diego Corrales didn’t want to hear it. How could anyone suggest
that he, owner of one of the most courageous comebacks in boxing
history, would fake an injury to postpone a fight?
But that’s what some are saying about the rib injury he said he
sustained that postponed his third fight with Jose Luis Castillo. It
was originally scheduled for Feb. 4, but it had to wait four months
and will be contested Saturday at Thomas & Mack Center in Las
Vegas.
Castillo – Corrales ; World War 3
Carbajal Was a Good Thing In a Small Package
When you are Michael Carbajal’s size, which approximates the dimensions of one of Wladimir Klitschko’s legs, your athletic options are by necessity limited. You can become a jockey and hope to get the mount on the Kentucky Derby winner, or you can take up boxing and try to punch your way into the public consciousness against similarly pugnacious Lilliputians.
Jhonny In Carson
There are enjoyable fights that aren’t important, like Gatti-Ward I. There are important fights that aren’t enjoyable, like Hopkins-Taylor II. And there are enjoyable fights that are important: Castillo-Corrales I, II, III. Somewhere in the middle of that triangle belongs Jhonny Gonzalez versus Fernando Montiel – but don’t tell anyone in Carson, California.
Manuel Medina, A Legend on His Own
Marred by his brief reigns as a world champion, consistency isn’t the best term to describe Manuel Medina . Yet longevity suits well for the slimy veteran who began his career more than twenty years ago and still remain in the elite end of spectrum of world class boxing.
BATTERED BARRERA DODGES BULLET
After 12 scintillating rounds at the Staples Center in Los Angeles last Saturday, two proud warriors waited in their corners for the judge’s verdict. One, Rocky Juarez, 26 years old, looked as fresh as a new born colt save for some slight facial swelling, anxiously pacing back and forth. The other, boxing icon Marco Antonio Barrera, nose bloodied and face swollen, had the look of a very tired man who was expecting bad news. The body language in his corner, from the cornermen to the Golden Boy hierarchy of Oscar De La Hoya and Richard Schaeffer seemed more compassionate than congratulatory.
Better to be Feared?
In the professional world, superlatives seem to help careers. A college professor known as Most Educated probably publishes wherever he likes. A doctor regarded as Most Likely to Cure probably keeps a full appointment book. What senator wouldn’t want to be called Most Likable, if not Most Treacherous?
Jackson: No Stone Left Unturned
The popular consensus is that Oscar De La Hoya is boxing’s Latin lover, the most handsome man to grace the ring, and it’s hard to argue otherwise. In a sport populated primarily by guys with ski-run noses, cauliflower ears and unsightly masses of scar tissue around the eyes, designation as boxing’s No. 1 heartthrob falls to the Golden Boy almost by default. De La Hoya’s bouts always are attended by scads of screaming girls who seemingly got lost on their way to the Menudo concert.
Brooklyn, First on Hatton’s U.S. Hit List
Jr. Welterweight king Ricky Hatton makes his long awaited return to the U.S., taking on New York’s Luiz Collazo this Saturday at the TD Banknorth Garden in Boston , MA.
How It’s Done
Last Saturday night at MGM Grand, when Oscar de la Hoya knocked-out Ricardo Mayorga early in the sixth round to win the WBC light-middleweight title, he reminded starving fans and pundits, too, what a champion looks like. He reminded us how titles find their way to elite fighters. He reminded us that a champion confers prestige on a belt much more than a belt makes a champion.
BJ Flores, Cruising Down the 200 Limit
Often fighters move up in weight for whatever reasons they provide. The surrounding circumstances might vary depending on what you’re looking at. In most cases, it’s for convenience of making weight or for more lucrative paydays.
INTERNET WRITER
Today when we pick up the sports pages of our favorite newspapers we can read about baseball, football, hockey, basketball, horse racing, NASCAR, golf, sailing, soccer, cycling, tennis, running, lacrosse, figure skating, and even more depending on the season. But the odds are that you won’t find anything on boxing.
Who do I cheer for Oscar?
If you’ve ever gone to a bar to watch a pay-per-view fight, you know how it goes. Most customers drink heavily through the undercard, shadow box with the table beside theirs during the introductions, and then cheer lustily for whichever guy reminds them of themselves. They also enjoy it when the opponent, the guy less like them, is bloodied or rendered unconscious.
