By Norm Frauenheim-

Tyson Fury’s surprising deal with ESPN and Bob Arum’s Top Rank as co-promoter is generating further talk about a division that not long ago was dormant.

Dormant, as in dead.

It’s hard to judge whether it’s just more noise for all of those social-media mega-phones or a true buzz that foretells a heavyweight revival. The hope here is a revival. There probably will never be another era quite like Ali, Frazier and Foreman. Still, there’s nothing quite like the dynamic elements of a good heavyweight fight. Proof of that was in the drama generated in the Fury-Deontay Wilder draw on Dec. 1.

On the skillset scale, Fury and Wilder will never be ranked among the heavyweight legends. Yet, Fury and Wilder reminded us that heavyweight power separates the division from the rest of the weight classes. Explosive drama is always there, lurking in every punch. Wilder landed a couple of them. Fury got up from both of them. It was dangerous. It was beautiful. It was classic, if only for the way it summed up why the division has always been a sport unto itself. To wit: There are the heavyweights and everybody else.

It’s hard to know whether Fury’s new deal will lead to the immediate Wilder rematch that seemed so inevitable just a week ago. Then, May 18 was projected. Maybe, that date gets pushed to later this year.

In large part, there’s timing. The announcement last week that the UK’s Anthony Joshua’s American debut against Jarrell Miller will happen on June 1 at New York’s Madison Square Garden. Two of the biggest heavyweight fights in years within a couple weeks of each other might be hard to market and harder to sell, especially on pay-per-view. Also, a lot of attention and pay-per-view dollars will be spent on the middleweight fight between Canelo Alvarez and Danny Jacobs on May 4.

May is crowded. A date in October or November or December might be a better time for the Fury-Wilder sequel. The public appetite will still be there, buoyed in part by what happens in Joshua-Miller. The ongoing buzz in the wake of the Fury deal with ESPN and Top Rank is a sign of a reawakening in interest in what was once known as the flagship division.

That flagship disappeared like the Navy’s old class of battleships. But it’s lore and legends are still afloat in the public imagination. You can hear it. An intriguing element is what a healthy heavyweight division can do for the rest of the business.

There was a time when many thought boxing was only as good as the heavyweights. Subsequently, that was disproved by Oscar De La Hoya, Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao. But it’s fair to argue that the sport sank to the so-called fringes during the post-Mike Tyson days. Suddenly, however, networks and streaming services increasingly want boxing.

They need bouts, which means they need boxers. For now, the business remains paralyzed by the Byzantine patchwork of rival promoters. Their reluctance to do business with each other continues to keep some of the best fights from happening.

But that’s not sustainable. At some point, Top Rank’s Terence Crawford and PBC’s Errol Spence Jr. will run the table on the available number of boxers within their respective promotional stables. The fans will demand they fight. Crawford and Spence might demand it too. The guess here, however, is that the networks will make it happen.

Fury’s deal opens the door for that to happen. Arum says he has reached out to Wilder with what he calls a “terrific” deal for the rematch. Wilder, like Spence, is a star under the PBC umbrella. If a deal for Fury-Wilder can be made, other dominoes could fall. There’s the aforementioned Spence-Crawford. If Mikey Garcia goes back to lightweight or junior-welter after his risky jump to 147 pounds against Spence on March 16, maybe we the long-talked-about Garcia-Vasiliy Lomachenko fight can happen.

It all starts with some renewed talking, and we’ve heard a lot of that this week.

By Norm Frauenheim-

Anthony Joshua’s American debut on June 1 was formally announced this week, 55 years after the Beatles landed at JFK in February 1964 in what was the beginning of the first popular British Invasion.

Beatlemania followed in an early step toward unprecedented global celebrity. I’m not sure any kind of mania is awaiting Joshua, at least not against Jarrell Miller in a heavyweight title defense at Madison Square Garden. But prepare for promoters and advertisers to hype that inevitable parallel more often than a Beatles’ lyric.

Make no mistake, Joshua-Miller is an interesting fight. But in terms of pay-per-view numbers, it’s about as interesting as the Deontay Wilder-Tyson Fury bout, a compelling draw last December that attracted a PPV audience of about 350,000.

Joshua-Miller might do better, if the Wilder-Fury rematch in fact happens on May 18. As of Thursday, the rematch for Wilder’s World Boxing Council belt was still being negotiated. It’s not clear how, if at all, the Joshua-Miller announcement affects ongoing talks. The sequel could serve as some solid advertising for Joshua-Miller, however.

I say could instead of would because there aren’t any guarantees about either bout. Wilder-Fury 2 is a pick-em fight. Controversy erupted when Wilder escaped with a draw because of two late knockdowns, one in the ninth and again in the 12th. Many in the Los Angeles Staples Center crowd and television audience thought Fury had done enough to win through the first eight rounds.

Let’s say that in mid-May the clever Fury figures out how to stay away from Wilder’s power and wins a decision many thought he should have had in December. So much for the American step in Joshua’s plan to go global. The only heavyweight known to casual fans in the American audience is Wilder. If there’s no chance at Wilder-Joshua, that crossover demographic won’t watch the DAZN live stream of Joshua-Miller on June 1.

Let’s say that Wilder’s power does land and this time it keeps Fury on the canvas. That’s a distinct possibility. Wilder is still unbeaten because of his singular power. At December’s weigh-in, he was surprisingly light at 214.75 pounds. At opening bell, he was even lighter at 209.4. For the six fights before Fury, Wilder’s weight bounced between 220 and 229. Add 10 to 15 pounds to his body and punching leverage. The result might add up to just enough power to finish Fury in the second go-round.

Then, it would be up to Joshua. He’s favored over Miller. The best guess is that Joshua’s uppercut lands and knocks out Miller, who is as fearless as he is talkative. The aggressive Miller likes to move forward, a tactic that will put him in range for a direct hit from Joshua’s best punch.

But Miller has also proven to be resilient. I watched him three years ago in a tough fight in Tucson against a Davenport, Iowa, heavyweight, Donovan Dennis. Dennis rocked Miller with power of his own in the fourth and fifth rounds. Miller was hurt. Yet he recovered, scoring a seventh-round stoppage. Miller showed he can take a heavyweight punch. Question is, can he take Joshua’s kind of power? If he can, Miller has a real chance — one I’m not sure Joshua foresees.

Joshua’s tone was almost apologetic in a video he posted on social media when the fight was announced Wednesday.

“The current state of the heavyweight division right now is full of boxing politics,’’ said Joshua, who is expected to collect a $24.3 million purse in his first business trip to the U.S. “But you know how it goes. I just roll along with the punches. You know I would have loved to fight at Wembley Stadium and brought you guys an undisputed championship of the world.’’

He was talking about Wilder. Everybody has been talking about Wilder-Joshua for the last couple of years. It’s hard to know who or what to believe about all the talk that has come and gone about the proposed fight. Remember when it was supposed to happen last April 13? Still, it’s the only heavyweight fight that matters for a worldwide audience.

If there is a deal for a Wilder-Fury rematch this spring, it’ll look as if there’s a plan in place for finally making the only heavyweight fight the world wants to see. Then again, Miller and/or Fury can do to that plan what Mike Tyson say happens to most of them when they get hit.

By Bart Barry-

SAN ANTONIO – Outside the coffeeshop where this effort happens Nature is entirely mixed-up, leafless branches beside trees suddenly in bloom beside trees still shedding dead leaves. One week ago winter was a sleeting vengeance, a few days ago it was 90-degrees, today is more autumn than spring but neither Thursday’s summer nor Monday’s winter. It makes one wonder what dramatic changes home-construction philosophies will undergo necessarily in the next few decades, how inadequately traditional remedies and materials may serve.

This was to be an essay about the difference between what Andrew Cancio did a couple Saturdays ago as the underdog in a world title fight and what Leo Santa Cruz did a late-replacement Saturday as a prohibitive favorite, and maybe it will be at some point accidentally, but there’s reporting and writing and homages of sorts, and this rarely be a space to come for reporting, so let this instead be a written homage in its way to what Santa Cruz did and the way he did it, busyness for its own sake, a ferocious pelting of partially aimed exertions that feel portentous in their moment but ultimately leaven’t a mark on their objects or audience.

Biomimicry, according to neuroscience (that wonderfully flexible science of whatever you wish it be – with every one of a trillion neurons representing the potential for a specialized field), increases human creativity, and so an observation about a dog on a hiking trail: He absolutely has a sense of himself, he is selfconscious enough to know “mine” – whatever else might territoriality be? – even as he hasn’t a grasp, really, of “yours” and at best a fleeting grasp of “not mine” much the way a human child grasps “my toy” years before “not my toy” years before “your toy”. And a dog is better for it since whichever comes first, selfconsciousness or memory, being unable to grasp not-mine or very much of the past-tense allows a creature to go through life with very few lamentations and nearly nothing akin to nostalgia. Most resentment probably reduces to “not mine anymore” and so even if biomimicry hasn’t made this effort any more creative it has limited finely its author’s chances at resentment – like: A talent for writing columns is not mine anymore – and if that doesn’t eliminate anxiety it certainly closes one door to it.

A brief reminder: Howsoever much we fetishize work ethic, when the real thing arrives, true and natural and genuine talent, it is a lightning bolt. That obvious, that different, that awestriking. It is a phenomenon so complete it causes us immediately to ask questions about luck, to pose riddles about what happened to a talent’s possessors born too soon or too late – what happened to the child born with Johann Sebastian Bach’s gift 5,000 years before the violin and harpsichord? what happens to the child born with Bobby Orr’s gift in Lima instead of Ontario? Maybe it’s all luck and has been and always will be, whether genes luckily arranged or luckily arranged genes lucky to come along when and where they did.

Unbeknownst to its readers, y’all, this column gets written after 3 1/2 hours of volunteering at a bus station on Sunday mornings with a nun-organized interfaith coalition whose ministry is easing the passage of just-released Central American asylum-seekers, predominantly women and very young children, as they make their ways to sponsors’ homes all round the country. Backpacks with blankets and coloringbooks and other sundries and bags of nonperishable foods get distributed, one to a family, sometimes 500 in a week, and itineraries get reviewed and maps gets drawn and on the occasion of stranded passengers shelter gets found, and it all adheres with remarkable consistency to a Karma Yoga principle something like: Work without expectation of reward. None of us is the caricature U.S. politics and its media coverage make us; the detention-facility contractors who escort the asylum-seekers to the bus station aren’t heartless or morally compromised, the Central Americans aren’t predatory or transactional but frightened and grateful, the busline is nothing like a psychopathic profitseeking entity, and the volunteers aren’t wholly without competing selfinterests. Every thing buzzes and improvises.

Sunday, though, a young mother with an infant child asked about her younger brother and where he might be, she had his bus ticket, and would they be bringing him to her, he was only five years-old – should she take her afternoon bus to Houston or wait for him at the station, and surely someone must know where he is, a five-year-old? Because the person who accompanied him from Guatemala was not his biological mother but his biological sister he had been sent to a different detention facility, and now his older sister stood in an unknown city, with a Spanish name at least, asking what she should do next.

You pass her on to a volunteer from a different, legal-counsel group, since she might have contacts at the detention facility, and you pass the griefcounseling role to a Mexican nun from a local monastery, and you walk it off by volunteering to get medicinal supplies from the basement of a local church. If fatigue makes cowards of every man so does powerlessness for the same reason, and there be naught so pathetic as impotent rage. With that as a disclaimer, then, take this in the spirit of its intention: The executive who enabled these policies may well be old enough to escape their consequences, but his abettors will not be – there will be trials for this someday, too much evidence has accrued since June and it evinces too much inhumanity, and so lets this act as but a tiny marker. When the apologists emerge, babbling about sovereignty this or patriotism that, calling every prosecution politically motivated and every sentence deeply unfair, know this: Justice is being served, finally if tardily.

Nothing unjust seems to happen in a boxing ring while the fighting happens. Fouls occur, yes, but no one gets to a level of televised combat without he knows how to suffer and avenge such things. There are refs who shade one way or the other, generally a-side, but they don’t get to where they are, either, without a thousand hours of practice. Our beloved sport’s injustices happen offcanvas. Judges, promoters, managers, so forth. The more decisive a man is in the act of fighting another the better his chances of going unrobbed by refs and judges, though, which is another reason to celebrate what Andrew Cancio did some Saturdays ago in California, when he beat his opponent to quitting and took the matter directly out of any hands but his own.

As one ages the more easily he finds it to celebrate individuals who manifest justice with their own fists than to catalog injustices. Or perhaps that is what laziness and cowardice catalogers would say it is.

Outside on the communal green of this revived and repurposed historic brewery a collective of acrobats or yogis perform balancing acts we once called cheerleading but now bedizen with spiritual elements, perhaps deservingly, and it’s the performative act of the whole thing that rankles. But no sooner does one reach for a metaphor about social media’s ills than he realizes human spirituality has often as not been a performative act, has it not, and, anyway, he’s too young, still, to be so curmudgeonly.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

By Bart Barry

Saturday in California on a surprisingly rich card of mostly anonymous fighters (outside the Golden State anyway) DAZN and Golden Boy Promotions delivered something wondrous as it was unexpected: American super featherweight Andrew Cancio beating to broken undefeated Puerto Rican titlist Alberto Machado. With unfortunate infrequency does an underdog win a world title and still less often by round-four bodyshots stoppage. Even if it now starts happening monthly it will never be tiresome.

One might fairly infer from this the glimmeringest of hopefuls, yes? We are a dissatisfiable bunch, the aficionados, drawn as we are to violence, subjected as we are to disappointment oftenlike, that no sooner do we have airwaves (cablewaves? satellitewaves?) saturated by our sport than we begin loud lamentations – in volume relative to our experience – the offerings’ quality shall plummet. And it shall. The same way teamsports leagues become diluted with each expansion so too has our beloved sport with its each new league, be that league DAZN, ESPN, Fox or Showtime.

What happens when network trafficopters filled with cash cropdust cities that haven’t opened a new boxing gym in a decade but have closed three or four. When the undeserving suddenly get rich the deserving make comebacks or delay retirement plans under the auspices of what Golden Boy Promotions partner Bernard Hopkins once called “back wages”. Nobody amongst us generally blames them because we know the brutality of this entertainment medium, what grisly things these men do for our amusement, and even a band of misanthropes misanthropic as ours can’t quite cross the line to begrudge them. We suffer it then, unenthusiastically, caustically, characteristically, so long as commentators properly stay their throats and scribes stay their fingers, admitting the fare be reheated retirementplan mush and not worldclass prime.

We’re not the suckers they think we are but a resentful lot. Anyone ever attached to any local boxing scene gets this; every carpetbag promoter comes cantering about with his unique recipe, asking insiders his same rhetorical questions we’ve all heard from each of his predecessors, the conman’s shimmer in his smile, and no sooner do we try to answer earnestly, telling him what we’ve seen work and what expectations are reasonable, but his head swivels elsewhere, the better to spot a new mark. A friend and colleague of ours who’s forgotten more about Arizona’s boxing market than Phoenix’s next dozen promoters will know in the aggregate, Norm Frauenheim, has a typically sanguine view of those swivelheaded promoters: “I figure, hey, it’s their money.”

The new broadcasters don’t care because they’ve run the numbers and know if aficionados were a mass critical enough to seduce HBO’d’ve found a way to sate us and stay in the game. So it’s a game of capturing the naive, which is itself a game for the naive. For among the target demographic of naive combatsports fans who’d fall for such swindles regularly or longly enough to justify recent budgets are gaggles of former boxing fans who pretty loudly declare their lost allegiance attributable to dilution – in the form of too many champions and too many weightclasses and too many too-manies making worthless fights too many.

Shoving into this maw an annual Gervonta Davis mismatch is a surefire way to get canceled (two months ago I finished with Showtime nearly a year to the day after I finished with HBO). Which leaves three leagues: Fox, free, ESPN+, cheap, and DAZN, cheaper than premium cable but more than ESPN+ and Fox combined.

In the apparently revived WBSS, DAZN has something uniquely special, something no other league approaches, and that is meaningful combatants making meaningful fights that go somewhere. It’s a best-of-the-rest strategy aspiring to be more and quite possibly succeeding at such aspirations: No one has come close to building an Oleksandr Usyk mightily or quickly as WBSS just did.

Which brings us to Saturday’s wonderful surprise and what it might portend. Golden Boy Promotions, since its figurehead’s plunge and CEO’s termination a few years back, is a regional attraction with a single moneymaker – currently prizefighting’s greatest – and a magazine. Three years ago that wasn’t just not-much but barely anything at all. But the outfit got through the thinnest of years by equally thick margins and is out the other side, with a meaningfully massive infusion of cash via its association with Canelo Alvarez and a committed network which doesn’t want for dates.

Five years ago this would’ve meant fizzing cases of Tecate commercials stacked shamelessly atop shameless mismatches. But Saturday it surely did not. The favorite got canvassed in the final undercard bout, the favorite got canvassed in the comain, and the favorite got keelhauled in the main. More of that, please, whenever you can, thanks.

There’s something simply cynicism-proof about watching an unretired longshot like Andrew Cancio win a world title by breaking an undefeated favorite in half, especially after that favorite drops him in their match’s opening 90 seconds. It speaks to Golden Boy matchmakers’ matchmaking prowess, too, it does. Years ago, at the firm’s inception, Golden Boy’s fatted matchmakers made ugly showcases; their CEO scammed HBO with sparkly a-sides, and the matchmakers’ job was not to blemish the records attached to those names. Golden Boy didn’t build many fighters and didn’t make many great matches either. That matchmaking staff, now, is chastened and leaner. When the company’s primary earner fights all comers, too, it’s nigh impossible for coworker talents, whether contenders or prospects, to refuse whoever they’re offered. Which is how we get matches like Saturday’s – matches made to be entertaining contests more than gory coronations.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Follow all the action as Jose Ramirez defends the WBC Super Lightweight Title against Jose Zepeda.  The action kicks off at 7 PM ET / 4 PM PT with a lightweight fight between Ray Beltran and Hiroki Okada.

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Round 1: Good left from Zepeda..

Round 2 Straight left from Zepeda..Jab to body

Round 3 Right from Ramirez..Counter left from Zepeda..Right to body from Ramirez

Round 4 Left from Ramirez..Blood from Ramirez right eye (Ruled a punch)

Round 5 Left to body from Ramirez..

Round 6 Left from Zepeda

Round 7 Right from Ramirez

Round 8 Combination from Zepeda..Blood under left eye of Zepeda…Ramirez lands a left to the body..Good right..2 lefts to the body..a big right and left from Zepeda

Round 9 Good right from Ramirez…Counter.2 rights to the body..Hard left to the body

Round 10 Right from Ramirez…Body shot from Zepeda

Round 11 Left from Zepeda..Body shot..left..Right hook lead..

Round 12 Straight left from Zepeda..Combination from Ramirez

114-114; 115-113; 116-112 JOSE RAMIREZ

Round 1 Jab from Okada…Jab from Beltran..Body shot from Okada..2 punch combinaton..Right from Beltran

Round 2 Right HAND AND DOWN GOES OKADA…Hard left buckles Beltran….Okada landing a flurry on the ropes

Round 3 Left from Beltran..jab..Good combination from Okada..left hook from Beltran…combination..Good right.left hook tot the body..3 punch combination..Okada is cut over the left eye

Round 4 2 punch combination from Beltran….Hard combination on the ropes..Beltran cut around left eye…

Round 5 Good right from Okada..

Round 6 Left hook from Beltran..Right from Okada.

Round 7  Blood from around right eye of Beltran..Beltran lands a left hook

Round 8 Beltran lands a combination..left and right from Okada

Round 9 Double jab and right from Okada…BIG RIGHT AND DOWN GOES OKADA..BIG FLURRY,,OKADA WOBBLING AROUND THE RING AND DOWN HE GOES AGAIN…FIGHT OVER AT 2:09

Follow all the action as Gervonta Davis defends the WBA Super Featherweight title against Hugo Ruiz.  The action kicks off at 10 PM ET / 7 PM PT with Javier Fortuna taking on Sharif Bogere.  Also, Mario Barrios battles Richard Zamora.

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Round 1: Body shot from Davis..Right from Ruiz…2 lefts from Davis..Straight left to body///lead left…combination…RiGHT HOOK AND DOWN GOES RUIZ..THE FIGHT IS STOPPED

Round 1 Good right from Zamora

Round 2 Double jab and right to body..Overhand right..Good right…

Round 3  Good right from Zamora..counter left hook..Barrios lands a body shot…jab…Big Right…

Round 4 Right from Barrios..Right uppercut..left…Hard shots ..Zamora in trouble…Zamora lands a right..Hard left hook from Barrios..big right staggers Zamora…HARD RIGHT AND THE FIGHT IS STOPPED

Round 1 Bogere lands a jab to the body..Counter right from Fortuna..jab to body by Bogere..

Round 2 Right hook from Fortuna..Another one

Round 3 Jab from Fortuna…Counter jab,,Short left uppercut to body..right hook,..Bogere lands a combo to body…Counter from Fortuna

Round 4  Fortuna gets better of exchange..Right from Bogere..Crowd booing…Right uppercut on inside from Bogere

Round 5 Body shot from Bogere..Right…Flurry from Fortuna at the bell

Round 6 Fortuna opening up…toe to toe action..Blood over the right eye of Bogere (Headbutt)…LEFT HAND AND DOWN GOES BOGERE…

Round 7 Fortuna gets in a right on the inside…Flurry on the inside..

Round 8 Combination from Fortuna

Round 9 Combination from Bogere..

Round 10 Right from Fortuna

96-93 on all cards FOR JAVIER FORTUNA

By Norm Frauenheim-

Comebacks, always perilous and often controversial, help separate the good from the bad in a notoriously unpredictable craft. It just wouldn’t be the same without them, which is another way of saying it wouldn’t be the same without Ray Beltran.

Beltran’s life has been about comebacks. They define him. Beltran makes another one Sunday, an appropriate day for an ESPN card (7 p.m., ET) that features a couple of the good guys.

There’s Beltran in the co-main event at a heavier weight and with a still inexhaustible will to fight on. In the main, there’s Jose Ramirez, who is raising money to fight cancer before and after he fights Jose Zepeda at Save Mart Arena in Fresno, Calif.

For Beltran, the bout at junior welterweight against Hiroki Okada marks the his 20th year as a pro in the unforgiving art of landing – and taking – punches. Two decades as a prospect, journeyman, heralded sparring partner, contender and world champion are for most fighters an exhaustive resume.

But most aren’t Beltran, who emerges from it all as a survivor with some of the inevitable scars, yet still a trademark smile that says – again and again – that there’s much left to do. Above all, his title as world champion at lightweight was too short. Beltran, Manny Pacquiao’s former sparring partner, won it a year ago in a decision against Paulus Moses and lost a first defense against Jose Pedraza six months later in Glendale, Ariz., a suburb of Phoenix, his adopted hometown.

He’s back, perhaps, because he wants to add some time and money to his reign with a title belt. There’s motivation, perhaps, in seeking proof his brief time with a title wasn’t a temporary coincidence and could have been brought on in the eighth round by a torn tendon between his wrist and left hand.

But I’m also guessing he’d be back no matter what. He could have been a champion for three years. He could have had five successful title defenses and made big money in a loss to Vasiliy Lomachenko in a sixth defense.

But he’d be back, regardless, because the long fight is in his genes.

Before his loss on the scorecards to the surprising Pedraza on August 25, I asked Beltran (35-8-1, 21 KOs) what he wanted to do after boxing. He hesitated. Then, he said he might like to try working in the media or in some other role at ringside. But his real answer was in the hesitation. For now, he isn’t going anywhere other than through those ropes and into more of harm’s way.

That’s his identity. He has stood in lines, waited his time and learned his craft while awaiting his green card for permanent U.S. residence. Beltran, who grew up in the Mexican state of Sinaloa, told me he eventually wants to gain his U.S. citizenship, while presumably also re-gaining a world title.

For now, that means a move up the scale, from 135 pounds to 140, against Okada (19-0, 13 KOs), who will fight in the U.S. for only the second time after winning his first 18 bouts at home in the same arena – the 1,800-seat Korakuen Hall in Tokyo. The Japanese junior-welterweight then signed with Top Rank and won his U.S. debut last September, also in Fresno on a card featuring Ramirez.

I know very little about Okada. Then again, I didn’t know much about Pedraza, a Puerto Rican lightweight, before he upset Beltran and moved on to a loss to the feared Lomachenko. It looks as if Top Rank is looking at Beltran or Okada as a possibility for Ramirez, who is poised to become a major player in a weight class full of emerging stars.

“If it’s at 140, then I will be a two-division world champion,’’ Beltran said when the Okada fight was announced. “And if it’s at 135, then I will be a two-time lightweight champion.’’

No translation necessary. He’s not going anywhere.

By Bart Barry-

Saturday or Sunday on ESPN+ Russian Sergey “Krusher” Kovalev decisioned Colombian Eleider “Storm” Alvarez in Texas to reclaim one of the titles Kovalev won, in part, by losing so spectacularly to Andre Ward in 2017 that Ward decided to retire on the highest note of his career. In avenging his latest knockout loss, Kovalev boxed well, Saturday, and Alvarez did not, and that was that.

Kovalev is and will be remembered as a b-level prizefighter cleverly presented as much more by a b-level network, in mid-descent from a-level, a symptom more than a cause, a titlist folded in half by the only a-level prizefighter he faced – average ingredients well-prepared during a famine. Much of what happened Saturday, much of what you’ll read and hear for the rest of Kovalev’s career, is and will be about preserving illusive credibility despite concessions to illusions past.

“Others are wrong!” in other words, not “I was right.” Overtraining this or distractions that. Paeans to Kovalev’s age aside, what aficionados saw in Kovalev-Alvarez 2 was the same guy they saw tentatively box to victory against Bernard Hopkins, a once a-level prizefighter 50 or so days from his 50th birthday.

Now that we have the hindsight of the same B-Hop being knocked outframe, outboxing, outring by Joe Smith 13 months after Kovalev’s careful showing we might reexamine our insightfulness before we reappraise Kovalev. Could he punch? Sure he could. Was he a frontrunner? Sure he was. Could he finish? Yup. Was he great? No, never.

There’s selfservice in Andre Ward’s ongoing postrematch analyses of Kovalev, even while there needn’t be, an opening desire to reassert Ward’s superiority followed by a closing desire to burnish Ward’s legacy a smidgen more at halfprice. What remains constant as gravity, though, is a fact like: Were Ward and Kovalev matched at Ward’s best weight, not Kovalev’s, Ward would’ve gone 10-0 (10 KOs) in both this lifetime and the next.

Saturday’s question, finally, isn’t whether Kovalev underwent some historic revision in one training camp with Buddy McGirt (he didn’t) or whether Eleider Alvarez underwent some historic dissipation in the last halfyear, but why we actually care. Some of it, though much less than years past, is standard Stockholm-syndrome stuff. The January boxing calendar is historically anemic, leading young fans and pundits to get unseemly giddy at anything better than an obviously mediocre happening before March.

Most of it, though, is vestigial HBO hype. Like the network’s defunct commentary trio scoring midrounds according to prefight prejudice, quite a few of us did not notice HBO’s shift from singular authority to underbudgeted shell, when it happened, because it was incremental.

The emerging consensus is that HBO Sports’ last great boxing authority was Lou DiBella, who left the network in 2000. That feels about right. The talents and promotional relationships DiBella built and featured carried the network a little less than a decade before the network’s dearth of knowledgeable programmers began showing its ribs. The departure of a talented producer though talentless programmer in 2010 began the qualitative freefall that followed. Wealthy and knowledgeable became wealthy and gullible became middleclass and gullible became poor and gullible became canceled.

Nearabout HBO’s middleclass and gullible stage arrived a surfeit of prizefighters raised in the Soviet Union to prey, at once, on the juvenile nightmares and adulthood nostalgia of fiftysomething viewers. It took little in the way of imaginative squinting, then, for HBO Sports’ target demographic to see in Kovalev, and his fellow Eurasian bogeyman, Gennady Golovkin, far more than what they actually were (later confirmed, of course, when both were beaten by smaller men from North America, “controversially”). A reflexive reality still happened in viewers’ minds and that reality affected commentators’ perceptions even as they sought to affect viewers’ perceptions.

One monument to this, probably the greatest, was Kovalev-Hopkins in 2014. Kovalev dropped Hopkins in their first round together and then did not imperil him again in the 11 that followed. A fearsome 31-year-old puncher, in other words, was unable to snatch consciousness from his dad in 36 minutes of trying. Absurd as that sentence reads today we all obeyed a tacit moratorium on calling it what it was – desperate as we were to keep the juggling balls in the air, to contend our oncegreat sport broadcasted on a oncegreat network was something more than risible goofy. Surrealer still was the twoyear, fourfight Kovalev victory pageant HBO hosted in the great man’s honor after Kovalev decisioned a man 10 years nearer Social Security eligibility than his physical prime.

This really happened. You may even be old enough to remember it.

It took super middleweight Andre Ward 20 rounds to do it, but this too happened surely enough: Kovalev, eyes averted, belly up, offered himself to Ward with thighs splayed – the better to be sniffed – in an act of animal submission more ably narrated by David Attenborough than Jim Lampley.

And still HBO persisted! This time with silly opponents and sillier narratives right up until Kovalev got himself whupped by a shortnotice Colombian making a world-title-match debut after his 33rd birthday. Yet another coursecorrection ensued and Eleider Alvarez, a man who’d knocked-out a perfectly symmetrical if entirely unimpressive 12 of 24 opponents, became some Andean beast whose fists Kovalev would need God’s own luck to survive.

OK, fair point: This last was ESPN’s manufacture, not HBO’s. Alvarez regressed to his mean; the Krusher character begins its next rewrite. Fortunately Kovalev’s latest comeback has found its proper platform, off premium cable and on a $5/month boxing-after-midnight app.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Follow all the action as Eleider Alvarez tries to retain the WBO Light Heavyweight title against the man he won the belt from in Sergey Kovalev.  The action starts at 10 PM ET / 9 PM CT with 2 world title fights.  Richard Commey and Isa Chaniev battle for the IBF Lightweight title.  Oscar Valdez defend the WBO Featherweight title against Carmine Tommasonne.  Rising star Teofimo Lopez takes on former two-time world title challenger Diego Magdaleno.

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Round 1: Good body shot from Alvarez

Round 2 Right from Kovalev..Another..

Round 3 Left from Kovalev..Jab from Alvarez..Left hook from Kovalev..Kovalev outlanding Alvarez 47-28 through 3 rounds

Round 4  Body shot from Alvarez..Good uppercut from Kovalev..Left hook..Jab and right hand

Round 5 Good right from Kovalev..Left..Combination..Right from Alvarez..2 lefts and right from Kovalev..

Round 6 Right from Alvarez,,Good right..Right from Kovalev..Jab from Alvarez..Double left to body from Kovalev..Right from Alvarez…Swelling under right eye of Kovalev…Good right from Kovalev

Round 7 Good body work from Alvarez..Good right

Round 8 Good jab from Kovalev..Alvarez lands a right

Round 9  Good jab from Kovalev…2 more…Right hand land..Sweeping left..Over hand right from Alvarez..Hard jab from Kovalev…176-86 for Kovalev in punches landed

Round 10 3 punch combo from Kovalev..Left rocks Alvarez on the ropes

Round 11 Right from Alvarez..Double jab from Kovalev..Good counter right

Round 12 Right and left from Kovalev..Hard jab..Good right from Alvarez…Right from Kovalev..Right..

116-112 TWICE AND 120-108 FOR THE WINNER AND NEW CHAMPION SERGEY KOVALEV

Round 1 Hard right from Lopez

Round 2 Straight left from Magdaleno..Counter right from Lopez..Big right uppercut..Hard straight left..Uppercut and hard right..Left hook..sweeping right..Short right…Blood on bridge of Magdaleno’s nose..

Round 3 Lopez lands a counter uppercut..Straight right..Combination to the body

Round 4 Uppercut from Magdaleno…Combination from Lopez

Round 5 Right Hook from Magdaleno..Hard uppercut from Lopez..Left from Magdaleno..Lopez lands a punch from behind his back..

Round 6 Counter uppercut from Lopez..Hard right..HUGE LEFT HOOK AND DOWN GOES MAGDALENO..Big Right at the bell

Round 7 Lopez lands about 8 hard shots..Right uppercut...2 NASTY LEFT HOOKS AND DOWN GOES MAGDALENO…FIGHT OVER

Round 1 Right from Valdez..Tommasone goes to the body with a right..Jab from Valdez..

Round 2 Jab from Valdez..Nice right to the body

Round 3 Counter right from Valdez..Right to the body..

Round 4  Good left hook buzzed Tommasone…Blood from nose of Tommasone…RIGHT HAND AND DOWN GOES TOMMASONE…Jab and TOMMASONE GOES TO A KNEE

Round 5  Body shot from Valdez..Body/Right combo..Blood from Mouth of Tommasone

Round 6  Left froM VALDEZ AND DOWN GOES TOMMASONE..3 Punch combination

Round 7 HARD UPPERCUT TO THE CHIN AND TOMMASONE GOES DOWN AGAIN…FIGHT OVER

Round 1 Commey lands a left hook..Uppercut from Chaniev..Commey lands a right..Short right..another right..Straight right..Good exchange..COMMEY LANDS A PERFECT RIGHT AND DOWN GOES CHANIEV..Commey lands more power shots and then trips

Round 2 HUGE LEFT HOOK AND DOWN GOES CHANIEV…Commey all over Chaniev..STRAIGHT RIGHT AND LEFT AND DOWN GOES CHANIEV…FIGHT OVER

By Norm Frauneheim-

“Everybody has a plan until you get hit.”

— Mike Tyson

A sensible quote from a dysfunctional life in a violent business has become a modern mantra. Philosophers and politicians, preachers and phonies, are using the line from a heavyweight champ who knows how much chaos one punch can spawn. Everybody is quoting Tyson these days. Who knew?

Saturday, Tyson’s scarred wisdom will be as relevant as ever in a place that helped create it when Oscar Valdez Jr. returns to the ring for the first time since suffering a broken jaw.

Valdez faces 2016 Italian Olympian Carmine Tommasone at the Dallas Cowboys training center in Frisco, Tex., (ESPN/10 p.m. ET)) in his first bout since an almost frightening display of courage, guts and blood in a decision over Scott Quigg on a rainy night in Southern California last March. If it wasn’t Fight of The Year, it was year’s bloodiest.

Memories of the dramatic 12 rounds are Valdez’ misshapen jaw and a puddle of blood amid all the puddles of rain. Valdez’ blood collected on the canvas in front of his stool and it stayed there, seemingly undiluted by persistent showers at an outdoor ring in Carson, Calif. For six-plus rounds, he fought with a mouthpiece that could not be withdrawn for fear of further fractures.

It was stark and unforgettable. Defining, too. It said everything about Valdez’ character. But it said something else. As defining it was, it was also a reason for him to redefine his future. It’s not as if he’s starting over Saturday night on a card featuring a light-heavyweight rematch of Eleider Alvarez’ August upset of Sergey Kovalev. Valdez still has the WBO’s featherweight title. He’s still unbeaten (24-0, 19 KOs).

But he is fighting for a way to ensure he has a long career. He wants more defining moments beyond that dramatic night against a heavier Quigg.

That brings us back to Tyson’s increasingly-familiar quote. Valdez, a Mexican Olympian who began boxing as a schoolboy in Tucson, resumes his career against Tommasone (19-0, 5 KOs) with a new trainer — Canelo Alvarez cornerman Eddy Reynoso instead of Manny Robles — and an adjusted plan.

Newfound defense is its cornerstone.

For Valdez, it is as much a mindset as it is a tactical adjustment. It’s not as if he doesn’t know the fundamentals. Two-time Olympians know the basics. They know their way around the ring. The dilemma is in Valdez’ instincts. He loves to brawl and fans love him for it.

That instinct became dangerously evident against Miguel Marriaga in April 2017 in Carson, Calif. That’s when Valdez — comfortably ahead on the scorecards — invited Marriaga to step forward and into a give-and-take, head-rocking exchange over the last couple of rounds. The crowd went wild. Valdez survived and won on the cards. His Top Rank promoters were as relieved as they were happy.

Things got more dangerous five months later in front of a hometown crowd in Tucson against Genesis Servania, an unknown and then unbeaten Filipino. Servania knocked down Valdez in a wild fourth-round. Valdez, a survivor as much as he is a brawler, paid back Servania with a knockdown of his own in the tenth. Again, Valdez won on the cards, but not without mounting questions.

Then, there was Quigg. The broken jaw, subsequent surgery and months of rehab dictated that it was time to change.

“The injury opened my eyes in a lot of ways,’’ Valdez told Lance Pugmire of the Los Angeles Times in a well-done story from the Mexican featherweight’s training camp in San Diego. https://www.latimes.com/sports/boxing/la-sp-oscar-valdez-20190130-story.html

“I need to learn from my mistakes, and listen to the people who know. If I was somewhat disciplined before, I have to become more disciplined, because I know now that my next fight could be my last. It’s made me become more cautious, more disciplined, more prepared, so that doesn’t happen again.”

An early answer is awaiting impact. Valdez has been hit on the surgically-repaired jaw repeatedly in sparring and at least once, according to Pugmire’s story, while playing softball. Thomas Valdez, Oscar’s cousin and a Tucson lightweight, said he sparred with him before Thomas beat Luis Coria at Casino Del Sol in November. His cousin’s jaw, Thomas said then, has healed. Oscar Valdez is better than ever, he said.

But sparring doesn’t include punches thrown in the heat of battle. There are questions about whether Tommasone, who is fighting for the first time in the U.S., has enough power to do any damage. Five stoppages in 19 bouts indicate he doesn’t.

Saturday’s bout, perhaps, is the first step in a longer process, one Valdez hopes will lead to a chance at unifying the featherweight title.

But it will provide the first hint at whether Valdez’ plan can withstand the hit that Tyson says will always land.

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Follow all the action as Jaime Munguia defends the WBO Junior Middleweight title against Takeshi Inoue.  The action starts at 7 PM ET / 6 PM CT and will include the WBA Featherweight Title bout between Jesus Rojas and Xu Can.  

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Round 1: Big right from Inoue..Munguia lands to the body..Jab

Round 2 Counter right from Inoue..Hook to body from Munguia

Round 3 Hard right from Munguia..Hard body shot from Munguia..Inoue cut over left eye (Accidental Headbutt)

Round 4  Hard body shot from Munguia…Uppercut…Right from Inoue..Right..body..Hard right

Round 5 Hard right from Munguia..Good body shot and 2 hooks to the head..Hook to the head..Left hook

Round 6 Right from Inoue…Hard body shot and right from Munguia…wicked left hook..Big right from Inoue..Great left hook to body from Munguia..Munguia has his mouth open

Round 7 Body shots from Munguia starting to to effect…Good right from Inoue…3 body shots from Munguia..Inoue lands a booming right at the bell

Round 8 Right from Inoue...Hard left hook from Munguia…Inoue just walks through them..Right from Inoue..left hook..

Round 9 Body shot from Munguia…2 rights from Inoue on the ropes..and another..Yet another…Munguia cant get out of the way of eight hands..Munguia lands a hard body shots…Right from Inoue..Left to body from Munguia..Left hook to head..

Round 10 Munguia landing big shots in close..Hard right..Right to the body..Inoue lands an uppercut…Straight right from Munguia..Body..over hand right..Wicked right and left..Right from Inoue..Turning into a war..Left from Munguia..Right from Inoue…Wickec combination…Inoue staggering and he is very hurt at the bell

Round 11 Right from Munguia..Rights from distance to the head–Hook to the body..Hard left hook..

Round 12 Inoue trying to press the action..Hard rights from Munguia.Good body shot from Munguia..Counter right from Inoue..Ripping left hook from Munguia and a body shot…

311-133 punches in favor of Munguia

120-108 TWICE AND 119-109 FOR MUNGUIA

Round 1 Jab from Can..Uppercut off the jab..Right from Rojas..Right to the body from Can..1-2

Round 2 Hard right from Can…Hard right to body..Body shot from Rojas..Right..Great action at end of round

Round 3 Can lands a body shot..Left hook to body..Hard right from Rojas..Uppercut..Combination from Can..Hard right from Rojas..Rojas working..Right from Can..4 punch combination..Rojas lands 3 of his own..Left hook to the body..Can lands a flurry..Rojas coming back..

Round 4 Trading power shots..Combination from Can…Uppercut from Rojas..Good body shot

Round 5  Can lands a hook..Rojas just coming forward..Combo from Can..

Round 6 Rojas lands a combination..Hard right from Can..Can lands a body shot..Body and head from Rojas..Combination from Can..Right from Rojas..Big uppercut from Rojas (Snaps Can head back)

Round 7 Body shot and jab from Can..3 punch combination (Hard right punctuates it)..Hard right from Rojas

Round 8 Combination from Rojas..

Round 9  Right from Rojas

Round 10 Rojas landing thudding shots..Head shots from Can..Combination..Combination from Rojas

Round 11 Can trying to jab his way in…Good right..Hard exchanges..

Round 12 Combination from Can…Rojas lands a jab..Right and 7 punch combination..Combination from Can…3 punches on the ropes..Right

118-110; 117-111; 116-112 FOR XU CAN

 

Round 1 Nice straight left from Rincon..1-2..Jab..Good left..

Round 2  Good left from Rincon…Ramos trying to come forward..Nice 1-2..counter..good body

Round 3   Good Combination…Right hand from Ramos..Rincon Backing up..Body from Rincon…Right from Ramos

Round 4  Good body shot from Rincon..Good right..Good left..Hard right

Round 5 Ramos landing a combination..Body shot from Rincon..Good left to head,..Good counter…Good combination

Round 6 Straight left from Rincon..Blood from Nose of Ramos…Right from Ramos..Left..

60-54; 59-55; 58-56 for Rincon

By Norm Frauenheim-

Call it the Welcome Back Division. At least, that what it is in mid-to-late January as the welterweights shake out who’s real. And who’s not.

First, there was the U.S. homecoming for an enduring standard in Manny Pacquiao last Saturday and this Saturday there is the return of Keith Thurman, who is back after a 22-month absence against Josesito Lopez at Brooklyn’s Barclays Center in a Fox-televised bout (5 p.m. PT/8 pm ET)

Despite his age, the 40-year-old Pacquaio stamped himself as still relevant at 147 pounds by outworking a much younger Adrien Broner in every conceivable way. The caveat is that Broner helped him do it. Broner might have collected more money per punch than anybody in the history of prizefighting. According to CompuBox, Broner landed 50 punches, or a little more than four a round. If he collected a $5 million guarantee, he got $100,000 per punch.

“Time to cash checks and have sex,’’ Broner said of his plans after the bout (Showtime replay 10:30 p.m. ET/PT)

His hands were a lot busier endorsing those checks than they were against Pacquiao. Then again, Broner did his job. In part, he was there to showcase reasons Pacquiao can still be a factor 147 pounds. He pursued throughout 12 rounds. His power was still potent enough to send Broner into retreat midway through the fight and almost into hiding over the last couple of rounds. But the undiminished power in his name was more meaningful than anything he still has in his left hand. The Filipino Senator is still a draw.

Showtime’s pay-per-view audience was reported be about 400,000, modest by standards that Pacquiao set during a bygone era when anything short of one million was a disappointment. By today’s standards, however, the audience size and an estimated PPV revenue of $30 million are solid numbers.

That begs the obvious question, of course. Floyd Mayweather Jr. was at ringside, prompting inevitable speculation about a rematch of their revenue-record setting fight, a Mayweather victory by decision in 2015. Mayweather didn’t answer the question about whether he’s interested. His silence, of course, leaves the door wide open for months of further speculation and media attention. Leonard Ellerbe, of Mayweather Promotions, spoke for him Saturday, saying he had no interest and reminding everyone that he’s retired.

A couple of days later, Pacquiao ran into Mayweather at Los Angeles’ Staples Center at an NBA game. Remember, real negotiations for the first fight began at an NBA game in Miami. This time, however, there were no signs that history would repeat itself.

“I only want to continue to fight the best,” Pacquiao said. “If Floyd can no longer fight at my level, then of course he should stay retired.”

Only a fool would doubt whether the speculation will continue. Meanwhile, however, Pacquiao says will continue fighting. His retirement date is now a couple of years away. He mentioned 42. That could mean three, maybe four, fights, all against fighters he says will be “the best.’’

For those considered the best, the welcome mat is out. Pacquiao is older, but the guess here is that he can still outdraw any of the world’s other contending welterweights.

Terence Crawford-Errol Spence Jr. fight might change that. But there’s no immediate prospect of that one happening. Instead, Crawford will fight a faded Amir Khan in April. Spence has an intriguing date against Mikey Garcia on March 16. Put Pacquiao in against three — Crawford, Spence or Garcia — of those four, and you have a pay-per-view attraction that could boost that PPV number by a couple of hundred thousand. That’s why everybody was so happy to have an effective Pacquiao back Saturday. Like the Mayweather questions, however, potential danger can’t be ignored.

A Pacquiao with relevancy restored in a one-sided victory over a shrinking Broner might be a Pacquiao set up to get hurt by the young lions.

Crawford, who ranks as No. 1 on this pound-for-pound list, seems to be sharpening the edge on his skillset and killer instinct with each opening bell. Spence, the strongest of today’s active welterweights, is also the biggest, which makes him too big for Pacquiao, whose natural weight is at about 140.

In terms of size, a Pacquiao fight with Garcia, a lightweight and junior-welterweight champion, makes some sense, especially if he is competitive against the bigger Spence. In terms of age, however, they have little in common, other than December birthdays. Mikey Garcia was born on Dec.15, nine years after Pacquiao was born on Dec. 17. Garcia is still in his prime. Pacquiao is not.

Fighting to get back on the list is Thurman, who is two inches shorter than Spence and two inches taller and a decade younger than Pacquiao. Thurman, who flashed huge power and instinctive smarts, was shoved off that list by injuries to an elbow and a hand. He under surgery. He got married. In the time he was idle, there Crawford’s impressive jump for 140 to 147 and Garcia’s risky challenge of Spence. Now, there’s Pacquiao, on a lengthening list full of reasons for Thurman to hit the welcome mat with a big win.

LAS VEGAS (January 23, 2019) – Although two-division world champion Badou Jack dropped a decision Saturday night to fellow light heavyweight Marcus Browne, it was the courage and tenacity that he showed in fighting through what some are calling one of the worst cuts in boxing history that has had the sports world buzzing. Jack has since made it clear that his tenacity and heart is motivated by those who benefit from the work of the Badou Jack Foundation. Jack is set to embark on a goodwill mission to the Middle East today as he couldn’t wait to continue his charitable efforts overseas.

His international itinerary includes trips to the Zaatari and Baqaa Refugee Camps in Jordan and business meetings Dubai and London.

“I don’t just fight for myself, I fight for the refugee children and I was thinking of them,” said Jack. “They come from war and often don’t have any parents, so what’s a scratch on my forehead? They are going through something much worse. You have to keep fighting.”

While many were concerned with the blood that gushed from Jack’s cut round after round, the veteran fighter was able to block it out and continued to fight until the final bell. Although he was taken to the hospital immediately following the fight, Jack was unfazed by the severity of the cut, which was sewn up with nearly 100 stitches.

“I feel great right now. Things like that can just happen in the ring,” said Jack. “It was just some blood. The cut was only bothering me because I couldn’t see too well, but I was going to keep fighting no matter what. This isn’t just any other sport; its boxing. You have to fight through it.”

And fight through he has.

“I was definitely going to make my run like I have in the past,” said Jack. “I think most people in boxing know that this would have been a totally different fight. To me, it’s not a big injury. I’m fighting for a bigger cause. Those refugees aren’t going to quit, so I sure wasn’t going to either.”

By Bart Barry-

Saturday on a Showtime pay-per-view broadcast for the gullible and nostalgic Filipino great Manny Pacquiao decisioned American mediocre Adrien Broner by unanimous scores way closer than what action they appraised. Make or break, do or die, verb or other verb, Pacquiao-Broner finished a latenight show that was simply awful.

It was a lowbudget swindle, top to bottom, a return to the days when Showtime was the scrappy underdog, productionwise, while being so very far removed from that, qualitywise. Saturday’s was the work of a rubberstamp applied to a starmaking enterprise without an element of quality control in its ranks. What caustic commentary follows about the undercard is necessarily limited to a foiled plot to miss the whole damn thing, which be nigh impossible when the comain goes off a halfhour after the mainevent should.

In fact, start there: What possible demographic do you sate with a live sports event that concludes at 1:30 AM ET, last-call whoremonger? Stack the undercard a hundred fights deep, à la Don King, if need be, but don’t subject viewers to it; because it sure ain’t our problem PBC has more talent than it can afford to fight annually.

Comain victor Marcus Browne may be an exception to this, he’s on the rare PBC biannual plan, but he’s not exceptional. Perhaps it was the hour of his antics, but there’s something aesthetically offensive to a spectacle such as: After cautiously playing keepaway with a man so bloodied by his own wound even Tony Weeks tries to get the doctor to stop your fight, after wheeling shamelessly in the final 30 seconds from a man blinded by his own blood, you then perform the wrath of Achilles a halfsecond after the final bell frees you from the possibility of being punched again.

An apt leadin, that, for Showtime’s shopworn aping of HBO’s moribund model. Commercial, commentary, movie, national anthems, movie, ringwalk. National anthems, apparently, intend to announce: This is a serious event. But there’s no such thing as a serious event after midnight, that’s when, according to Eric Clapton, one merely chugalugs and shouts, which mightn’t actually be the worst way to describe AB’s performance in the main.

Broner is an entertainer who fights, not a fighter who entertains, and he’s not that entertaining either. He captures Floyd Mayweather’s schtick successfully enough to capture PBC funds, captured from Showtime, but not well enough to capture an audience. Mayweather long sold the prospect of comeuppance, a chance to see a boorish lout lose his undefeated record, maybe violently. But we’ve now seen Broner lose every way it can be done consciously, and the catharsis is long gone: There are committed if casual boxing fans among us who’ve watched hours of his fights live and have yet to see him win. Broner’s a conman who’s not conned anyone but his employer in a halfdecade. Because he rightly distrusts his conditioning, Broner makes dramatic fights that lack suspense and increasingly lack drama, too.

AB’s latest personal trainer, Kevin Cunningham, has collected a couple plump checks for bringing Broner in on-weight and fiercely performing empty orations, the sort of no-nonsense, give me 10 more reps, former-cop, cliche-gushing pap hardboiled sportswriters used to go cuckoo over.

After losing all but a handful of Saturday’s 36 minutes Broner leaped on the turnbuckle like an adolescent thespian following unclear stage instructions – over here, hands raised, OK? Pacquiao, who, a career ago, took the primes from three hall-of-famers seven times in five years, watched it all with a shrug: I guess this is the thing at my new circus, and the money’s nice, so, sure.

A certain barely detectable sadness now accompanies Pacquiao in the ring (or perhaps that’s projection); the men whose vanquishings made him a legend are already in Canastota, or just about, moved on to roles more permanent if less prestigious than Pacquiao’s senatorial gig, while Pacquiao plays acoustic renditions of his greatest hits with inferior and comparatively anonymous bandmates backing him. Maybe Manny needs the money, but more likely he just loves to play, and if the songs don’t have yesteryear’s force they still beat the hell out of silence.

In some odd way it brings to mind Marco Antonio Barrera’s bewildered look in Manchester a decade ago, after Barrera’d left his partnership at Golden Boy Promotions to contract his services on a fight-by-fight basis to whomever would pay for a legendary name on his inferior fighter’s resume, and a cut suffered early but allowed to bleed till Amir “Tomato” Khan could get his Barrera stamp happened, and Barrera absolutely could not have cared less. Fifteen months later Barrera was in San Antonio, going through the motions now with Top Rank, and he wanted to talk about the late Edwin Valero (with whom Barrera’d prepared for his uninspired 2007 rematch with Pacquiao) more than himself, and his cadence resembled that of Manny’s prefight chinwag with Showtime’s never-not-insufferable Jim Gray, Saturday.

It’s not that Manny’s not still fun to watch, he is, and it’s not that someone ringside for his best matches feels Manny’s new PBC tour is demeaning, not really, it’s that Manny himself seems to feel demeaning. Like he feels sorry for anyone gullible enough to swallow Saturday’s swill and call it otherwise.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Follow all the action LIVE AS IT HAPPENS when Manny Pacquiao defends the WBA Welterweight Title against Adrien Broner.  The action begins at 9 PM ET / 6 PM PT / 10 AM in The Philippines with Hugo Ruiz battling Alberto Guevara in a featherweight bout.  Rau’Shee Warren takes on Nordine Oubaali for the WBC Bantamweight title.  Badou Jack takes on Marcus Browne in a Light Heavyweight fight.

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Round 1: Pacquiao jumping in with the left..Straight left..Right uppercut from Broner…Right hook from Pacquiao..

Round 2 Right from Broner..Left from Pacquiao..Jab..Combination..Counter left..Counter right from Broner

Round 3 Straight left from Pacquiao..Right from Broner.Counter right..Left to body from Pacquiao..Left..Jab..Left..Right from Broner..Hard jab from Pacquiao..

Round 4 Sharp right and left from Broner..Counter right..Jab from Pacquiao..Counter right from Broner

Round 5 Combination from Pacquiao..Counter left hook from Broner..Jab from Pacquiao..Counter right from Broner..Jab..

Round 6 Pacquiao lands a left to body..another body shot..Good left from Broner at the end of the round

Round 7 Left from Pacquiao..Left rocks Broner on the ropes..Huge Barrage…Broner in trouble

Round 8 Counter right from Broner and another..Counter and jab from Pacquiao..Body…Jab

Round 9 Good left from Pacquiao..Counter right from Broner..Left hook to body..Hard left from Pacquiao…Hard combination..

Round 10 Pacquiao lands a left to body..Good right from Broner..1-2..Counter left

Round 11 Left from Pacquiao..

Round 12 Little swelling under the right eye of Pacquiao..Pacquiao lands a combination…

117-111; 116-112 TWICE FOR MANNY PACQUIAO

Round 1 Left from Browne…Body..Straight left..Right hook..right hook..Counter right hook

Round 2 Left from Browne…short uppercut to body..

Round 3 3 punch combination from Browne..Right from Jack..Body shot and jab from Browne..Right from Jack..

Round 4 2 body shots from Browne…Jab..Straight left

Round 5 Combination from Browne…Right hook..Uppercut..Hard left..

Round 6 Hard left to body from Browne..Body..

Round 7 Right from Jack..Accidental clash of heads–Jack cut on his forehead..BROWNE DEDUCTED A POINT FOR HOLDING..1-2 From Browne

Round 8 Body shot from Browne..Hard uppercut from Browne,,Hard combination..Right hook..

Round 9 Browne jabbing..Jack going to the body..Right hook from Browne..

Round 10  Good right from Jack..Jab from Browne..Body shot..Left to body..Jab..Combination to head

Round 11 Uppercut opens a bad cut on Jack’s eye.. Tony Weeks asks Doctor to check cut…Right from Jack..Browne lands  a Jab..Straight left from Browne..Right from Jack..

Round 12  Right to body from Browne..Straight Left..Jack lands a right to the body

117-110; 116-111; 119-108 FOR MARCUS BROWNE

Round 1: Left from Oubaali..Left and combination from Warren..Jab..Jab to body..Body from Oubaali..

Round 2 Jab from Warren..Left from Oubaali..Hard right hook from Oubaali

Round 3 Counter left from Oubaali..Counter left and hard right from Warren

Round 4 Counter left from Oubaali

Round 5  Good right hook from Warren..Jab..Counter to the body

Round 6 Left to body from Warren..Right hook from Oubaali…Oubaali trying to press action

Round 7 Right hook from Oubaali..Good right hook from Warren..Right and left from Oubaali..Left….Straight left..2 right hooks from Warren..Hard left hurts Warren

Round 8 Double jab and left cross for Oubaali..Straight left..Short right..Right Hook..

Round 9  Straight left from Oubaali..Counter left from Warren..Lead left from Oubaali..

Round 10 Straight left from Warren..2 right hooks from Oubaali..Left..Jab from Warren..Right hook from Oubaali..right hook

Round 11 Left from Warren..left and right hook…Left from Oubaali..

Round 12 Left from Warren..Left from Oubaali..

115-113; 116-112; 117-111 FOR OUBAALI

Round 1 BIG LEFT AND DOWN GOES GUEVARA..Ruiz landing body shots

Round 2: Right  from Ruiz…left to body

Round 3 Ruiz lands a chopping right..2 left hooks

Round 4 Guevara lands a right…

Round 5 Counter from Guevara..Low blow from Ruiz..Left from Ruiz..Jab..

Round 6:  Right from Ruiz

Round 7: Right to body from Ruiz…Jab..Counter combination..Body..Guevara gets in a right to the head..Combination..Ruiz lands a left to the body

Round 8 Right to body from Ruiz…Counter right from Guevara…Counter right from Ruiz..Counter right from Guevara..Uppercut from Ruiz on the inside..

Round 9 Ruiz lands 3 hard left hooks to the body..

Round 10 Right from Ruiz

100-89; 99-90 TWICE FOR HUGO RUIZ

By Norm Frauenheim-

LAS VEGAS – The smile never changes. It was there, forever young, all over again Friday as Manny Pacquiao looked into Adrien Broner’s bearded face and calculating eyes after both welterweights stood in front of each other for the face-to-face ritual that follows every weigh-in.

It’s still the smile that introduced Pacquiao to America. He’d walk to the ring, smiling like a kid headed to the playground. He’s 40 now. No kid, yet he’s still fighting to survive in a dangerous place he once ruled with punches and playfulness. He was happy to be there in those days. He’s happy to be there now.

The 29-year-old Broner promises – profanely, repeatedly and to anyone willing to listen – that Pacquiao has made a –mistake. Harm’s way — that canvas-covered turf surrounded by forbidding ropes – belongs to younger men with dangerous intentions still un-eroded by time. Broner’s youth and anger have sent a tone and a warning that middle-aged men belong on the safe side of those ropes behind a microphone or in a corner with a bucket.

Time moves on, and Broner (33-3-1, 24 KOs) insists that his will finally arrive Saturday night when he vows to upset Pacquiao (60-7-2, 39 KOs) at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in a Showtime pay-per-view bout (9 p.m. ET/6 pm PT).

“This one is for the ‘hood,’’ Broner said after weighing 146.5 pounds. Pacquiao was at 146, one pound lighter that the welterweight mandatory

Translation: It’s not for a Senator, which happens to be just one of Pacquiao’s many titles, including eight in eight weight classes and two in Filipino politics. Yet, Pacquiao, also a former Congressman and the WBA reigning 147-pound champion, hears it all and responds with that one enduring gesture. He smiles. There’s no mistaking Broner’s endless profanity and slurs. The words are meant to intimidate. Yet, no matter what Broner says, he always sees the same thing from Pacquiao. Broner must wonder: What in the (insert profanities and slurs here) is that (more profanities and slurs) thinking?

For this fight, at least, that Pacquiao smile is a psychological weapon. Broner is trying to elicit a response, yet all he gets are his own second thoughts about what he might be getting into against an aging fighter. A bad loss for Pacquiao might eliminate a much-talked-about rematch with Floyd Mayweather Jr., whose face and words figure all over the Showtime telecast. It also would eliminate a speculated with Errol Spence Jr. or Mikey Garcia, both of whom are lot more dangerous than Broner ever hopes to be. Spence and Garcia are set to fight on March 16.

But retirement only means Pacquiao moves on, finally and for good, into a stage of his life that includes fulltime politics and the Hall of Fame. For Broner, there’s more to lose, mostly because there not much else beyond another opening bell. Trouble with the law has been a constant for Broner. He is 1-1-1 over his last three bouts. Only the arrest warrants are outstanding.

Broner behaves like an angry man, raging at everything he doesn’t have and hasn’t won.

Pacquiao already has a lot, has won a lot and is poised to do more of both.

No wonder he still smiles.

By Bart Barry-

Saturday on Showtime Pay-Per-View Filipino senator Manny Pacquiao looks to avenge his 2015 loss to Floyd Mayweather by shoving his left fist through the face and out the other side of American welterweight Adrien Broner. This match belongs on pay-per-view only in the sense no network would offer what purse guarantees either man expects, and therefore distributing its financial risk across what remains of the gullible public is the rationalest way to make it happen.

Pacquiao should win well enough to spark six months of rumors about his next opponent, and Broner should collect savage enough of a beating to sate pay-per-viewers’ bloodlust at least until Error Spence does wicked things to Mikey Garcia in March. That’s the assumption, anyway: Those with the means to purchase the fight either revere Pacquiao or hate Broner because nobody hates Pacquiao and nobody who reveres Broner has the means to purchase the fight.

Socioeconomic realities being what they are, and their hatching what priorities they do, the prose excoriating Broner over the years has been exponents better than what writing celebrates him. When he was calling himself Mr. HBO a halflife ago, the usual suspects copy+pasted press releases about him and wrote round them, barely, and a writer or two, too, wrote well about him, one even visited a Colorado trainingcamp, if memory serves, but there was no bottom there to plumb; AB was a caricature of Floyd Mayweather’s caricature of a darkskinned man for lightskinned men to hate.

In that doublenegative of sorts Broner made something positively charged – in the electrical sense if not the ethical one – something Broner was for, where Floyd was mostly against things. How much of television happens in writing and editing, we don’t know necessarily, how much of what we are told to feel about fighters is manufactured by producers who know how, but one gives everyone the benefit of the doubt by writing some nugget of unlikability glowed from Floyd early on and got produced for maximum effect. Floyd was presented as invulnerable even when he looked like he was about to cry.

At root, though, Floyd is a deeply unlikable person – read: on a personal level, nobody likes him – whose fights were for the most part tired and tiring repetitions of one another. It’s worth repeating, the more we got to know Floyd, the more cameras were trained on his personal life, the more we saw someone asleep in most every frame. Floyd wasn’t unlikable because of the caricature he played or because of how gleefully fraudulent the 12th rounds of his fights felt, but because no matter what he did or spent he was a dullard.

To be in any room with Floyd for more than an hour is to be bored.

Broner feels different from that. There’s a vulnerability to Broner. Sure, most of that is born of the losses on his ledger, the salesman’s instinct with an inferior product, but that might be the wrong way to see it. Floyd talked about his undefeated record as a means of comparing himself to whatever fighter aficionados held dear; he wasn’t TBE because he cared about being the best ever – he’s learnèd enough to know no historian could look at the men he fought, and when he fought them, and what they weighed when he fought them, and put Floyd in any top 20 list – but rather because he knew it would drive you nuts enough to buy his next fight no matter how silly its premise or demonstrative it oddsmakers’ eyes-rolling.

Floyd didn’t promise he wouldn’t be hit by his opponent, though in retrospect it would have made his fights more interesting if he had, but rather that he’d make an entertaining fight. That he never did do that accumulated resentment enough among aficionados for nobody to miss him.

Broner, on the other hand, makes an entertaining fight every time he puts gloves on. Broner’s defense is porous, his footwork often a tangled mess. He’s quick enough and strong enough to hit any man and flawed enough to be hit right back. He doesn’t sell his fights like: Come see AB the technician perform flawlessly again. He says: Come see this obnoxious clown get his clock cleaned.

Anyone who was in Alamodome for the signature beating of Broner’s career – Chino Maidana’s 2013 assault – knows there was tension in the championship rounds when, after absorbing everything Maidana could throw, Broner looked the fresher man, the abler combatant. (Another feature of that match that speaks to Broner’s otherwise inexplicable staying power: Never in 14 years of covering fights have I seen a more unambiguously joyful crowd than the one that spilled out the stadium in San Antonio.) And who among Broner’s eloquent undertakers didn’t shudder a bit when AB clipped Shawn Porter in the final round of Broner’s second career loss?

Had Broner an iota of discipline he might’ve proved himself an elite lightweight before eating his way two divisions up; if there’s little doubt prime Pacquiao would’ve beat Broner at 135 pounds there’s much more doubt than what greeted Pacquiao’s fight with David Diaz at that weight.

Which brings us, feet tangled and retreating with gloves overhead, to Saturday’s match. Here’s one way to look at it: Since 2017 Pacquiao is 1-1 and Broner is 1-1-1, making neither guy the rational a-side, and since when do you put a match on pay-per-view without an a-side?

Another way to look at it is . . . well . . . maybe there’s not another way to look at it.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Lindolfo Delgado remained undefeated with a 3rd round stoppage over Sergio Lopez in a scheduled eight-round super lightwight bout.

Delgado ended the fight in round three when he landed three hard body punches that sent Lopez to the canvas and the bout was stopped at

Delgado, 140.4 lbs of Linares, Mexico is 8-0 with all wins coming via stoppage. Lopez, 137.2 lbs of West Covina, CA is 22-13-1.

By Norm Frauenheim-

Manny Pacquiao is back in America amid a mix of inevitable questions faced by any boxer about to fight for the first time since turning 40. It’s an old face. Yet a fresh one, too, perhaps because he really is renewed or maybe because we’ve just missed him.

During an era ruled by noisy narcissism Pacquiao has been missed for everything he doesn’t say, which has always been a lot. Everybody flexes their mouth these days. Even LeBron James is calling himself the greatest (lower case intended).

After a couple of decades that have included titles at eight weights and political titles in two Filipino houses, however, the former Congressman and current Senator leaves over-the-top exaggeration to somebody else.

For the next week-and-a-half, that somebody happens to be Adrien Broner, who gets headlines more for what he does outside of his boxing career. Only Broner’s warrants are outstanding.

Broner loves the bully pulpit, and he figures to use it loudly and profanely before his last chance for welterweight relevance on Jan. 19 against Pacquiao at Las Vegas’ MGM Grand in a Showtime pay-per-view bout.

Standing in a striking contrast, there’s Pacquiao, a few years older than he was in his last American visit, yet as modest as ever.

“My journey in this sport is still continuing,’’ Pacquiao said Wednesday to the assembled media at trainer Freddie Roach’s Wild Card Gym. “I’ve accomplished everything I’ve wanted to, but I also want to continue to keep my name at the top.

“Even at 40-years-old, I can still show the best of Manny Pacquiao. I’m going to give the fans the speed and power that they’re used to seeing.’’

That’s boilerplate Manny. Five years ago, it would have sounded naïve, more moments of Manny uttering platitudes. But today there something comforting about those familiar words. At one level, at least, he’s the same guy. Only at opening bell will we know whether he’s the same within those ropes. But that unchanged modesty is a sure sign that at least some of the physical skills are still intact. Bragging is a symptom of insecurity and there has never been sign of that in the quiet poise still evident in Pacquiao.

Can Broner test him? Beat him? Yes and yes. Broner’s right-handed counter is dangerous enough to put a premature end to Pacquiao’s comeback. But will he? It says here he won’t for reasons already seen. Broner’s defining fight was a 2013 loss to Marcos Maidana. It was damning then and Broner has yet to prove he isn’t the guy who shrunk in retreat under Maidana’s furious rate of punches during a long night in San Antonio.

Video of Pacquiao at a media workout this week indicated he’s in terrific condition, good enough to at least rain down successive punches onto Broner during the early moments. Guess here is that Pacquiao’s power is still very much there. Let’s just say it’s as genuine as that modest streak. If Broner feels it a couple of times, he’ll use his speed in much the same way he did against Maidana more than five years ago. He’ll retreat, straight into another defeat.

That would spark intense speculation about what – who – is next for Pacquiao. It also would set up talk about a rematch with you-know-who. Fact is, there’s already talk about a rematch with Floyd Mayweather Jr.

In history-repeats-itself, Pacquiao ran into Mayweather at another NBA game this week, this time at a Clippers game at Los Angeles’ Staples Center. The immediate and inevitable parallel was their meeting at a Miami Heat game, a key encounter that finally led to the disappointing Mayweather decision over Pacquiao in 2015. For a lot of fans, I suspect, a sequel would be more of a historical redundancy than a good rematch.

“My plan is to take it one fight at a time,” Pacquiao said. “I can’t talk about future fights until I do what I have to on January 19. You can ask me again after this one.’’

Trite, true and good enough for me. Welcome back, Manny.

By Bart Barry-

Editor’s note: For part 1, please click here.

Local politicians say San Antonio is the fastest growing city in the country, which may be true or wildly false – who bothers knowing the truth of anything anymore? – but if one trusts his intuition he’s able to confirm a coarsening, at least, the sort of coarsening that happens when strangers get crowded together; I felt similar traffic patterns living in Silicon Valley in 2001, and since most of the country is a couple decades behind Silicon Valley, it feels about right South Texas should be arriving at San Jose-2001 in 2019.

I believed persons might change themselves through force of will then saw no one turning the feat in more than cosmetic ways, then I believed no one changes but becomes solely more deeply himself then saw folks years later unrecognizable, then I decided no one changes himself but does get changed by life.

Ringside for Ramirez-Hart 2 in Corpus Christi brought further evidence of a mysterious sort of thing like physical IQ, something Norman Mailer jabbed in his treatment of Ali-Foreman, “The Fight”, whereby one’s experiences in combat, or one’s ancestors’ experiences for that matter, make the non-thinking, or anyway non-selfconscious, parts of one’s body abler to respond in a boxing match via bypassing consciousness than pinging it for preapproval, and meandering deeply enough in this thought brings an intersection with one’s selfconcept, one’s identity, that might explain why professional athletes often sense the pain of failure just like the pain of injury.

I can’t envision any viable model whereby unbought boxing-writing pays a living wage for more than a handful of its practitioners, whereby more than a dozen writers work for publications independent from promoters and pay their rents that way, much less mortgages, and this doesn’t make boxing-writing an anomalous form of journalism so much as a predecessor form: when you don’t expect to get serious pay for something you don’t worry about capturing consensus or abiding by it, and that means you strain for objectivity very little, which is probably fine since the obvious bias of opinion be more palatable than what dishonesty can accrue when wellintentioned objectivity becomes your objective.

Pause.

Jesse Hart appeared uninspired during the opening half of his rematch with Zurdo, a rematch Hart demanded, almost begging, which made veteran observers wonder if Hart were unwell or if Ramirez were specialer, and it unraveled thoughts about failure in prizefighting – rarely unaccompanied by somethought like “I’m unable to do this” – which quickly reraveled into thoughts about the essence of relenting, that it isn’t so active as quitting but rather passive like nonresistance; far oftener does a man fail at prizefighting by shrugging than shaking his head.

There’s a hint of schadenfreude for aficionados as the richest prizefighter of our last generation now wears down mixed martial artists and walks down teenage kickboxers; it proves nothing about any of the three sports except economic circumstances disparate enough to drive a man and a boy to seek a payraise by imperiling themselves and failing painfully at someone else’s craft.

There’s nothing yet on the 2019 calendar that rivals Fury-Wilder at last year end; there are curios where old guys fight and little guys dare to be great by scaling classes, and such spectacles, like Kell Brook’s getting expunged by GGG or (again) Amir Khan getting knockout-of-the-yeared by Canelo, bring to mind a distinction strategist Carl von Clausewitz inspired when he defined courage as a trait a warrior uses to overcome doubt; we can invert this and imagine a doubtful outcome is a prerequisite for courage, which is to infer it is no braver to enter in a hopeless contest and lose than vanquish a hopeless opponent.

I wrote all that once before, more than 10 years ago, and now that I read it I realize how much more careful I was then – we were aligned with CBSSportsline.com at the time, and if one hoped to appear on those pages he had to write for a verily casualer fan – and my initial dismay at returning to rehash so easily an idea I explored a decade ago now changes in realtime to a consideration this idea, failure being more passive than active, is better when revisited, else why keep revisiting it?

Boxing keeps posing this question, after all.

(Feet got a bit tangled there.)

Apropos of HBO Sports’ demise, a month ago I wrote a harsh sentence-fragment eulogy for eulogizing, “To hell with all that”, and the words weren’t uninspired; both parents passed in 2018, and their passings afforded me chances to see how voluntary grieving might be, and in some circumstances, I discovered, it can be altogether voluntary, which asks assorted additional questions about both the deceased and their survivors.

Pause.

American Bank Center felt emptier in December than February, much quieter, which spoke in a declarative sentence about the trendline of Zurdo Ramirez’s drawing power, and since nobody’s ever read such a graph better than Bob Arum, one imagined Southpaw Ramirez will get put in hard in 2019: Who better to welcome Gennady Golovkin to the super middleweight division on ESPN?

If boxing is no more hopeful at the beginning of this year than usual it is more ubiquitous, which means something in the future even if it means precious little in the present – there are more American kids, potential NFL running backs and NBA point guards and Major League center fielders, now being exposed to our beloved sport, and at least a few may make their ways in local gyms and replenish our ecosystem – and we’re never more than a great American heavyweight away from being kings again.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

By Norm Frauenheim-

Predictions are like punches. Some land. Many miss. Some are wild. A few are silly. Some are feints. Some are cheap. A year later, most don’t matter.

A few from every angle for 2019:

· One fight on the schedule is already creating a buzz. Mikey Garcia takes a risk on March 16 against Errol Spence, a big welterweight with the division’s biggest punch. Garcia, whose natural weight is at 135 and 140, loses a decision, but makes it interesting with skill that helps him elude the knockout. The scorecard decision creates momentum for two fights many fans have wanted to see for a couple of years:

· Spence-versus-Terence Crawford in the biggest 147-bout in years. Talks between rival promoters – Premier Boxing (PBC) for Spence and Top Rank for Crawford – are problematic. But momentum means money and it would be there amid the intrigue created by Spence-Garcia.

· Garcia-versus-Vasiliy Lomachenko. It’s a fight that captivates the public imagination. It pits Garcia’s fundamental skill against Lomachenko’s creativity. Against Lomachenko, Garcia is bigger, meaning an advantage in power. Jorge Linares knocked down Lomachenko, who sustained a shoulder injury. Again, talks might be trouble. Top Rank promotes Lomachenko. Garcia is an ex-Top Rank fighter. But money solves a lot of differences.

· Tyson Fury-Deontay Wilder II. Controversy over the Dec. 1 draw and 12th-round drama dictates an immediate rematch. Anthony Joshua will have to wait. But this time Fury won’t get up. The fight at Los Angeles’ Staples Center was Fight-of-the-Year worthy for the astonishing way Fury recovered from a crushing right-left combo. In the sequel, Wilder promises to be at least 20 pounds heavier. He was at 209 at opening bell. That’ll mean more leverage — more power — on punches that to figure land all over again.

· Oleksandr Usyk. The 2018 cruiserweight will celebrate his Fighter-of-the-Year award with an immediate impact at heavyweight against a veteran contender. Luis Ortiz? He’ll be impressive enough to make Joshua wait even longer.

· Andre Ward. Rumors about a comeback won’t go away. He’ll be 35 on February 23. He retired unbeaten (32-0), suggesting that there’s still something left to do in his Hall of Fame career. But a return to light-heavy or an attempt at cruiser – it rhymes with snoozer – might not be worthwhile. Heavyweight would generate interest and money. One look at Usyk, however, might be another reason for Ward to sidestep the questions.

· Adrien Broner. Only his warrants are outstanding. His performances in the ring have been disappointing and there’s not much reason to believe that will change much against 40-year-old Manny Pacquiao on Jan. 19.

· Pacquiao. An impressive victory over Broner would lead to talk about tougher challenges, including a fight against the winner of Spence-Garcia. Pacquiao against either would be easy to do because all three are linked to PBC. Then, of course, there will be the inevitable speculation about a rematch with Floyd Mayweather Jr.

· Mayweather. He’ll say he’s retired and then say something that sets social media on fire with talk of Pacquiao and a comeback. Mayweather loves attention. He loves money even more. In 2019, however, he runs out of gimmicks or at least mixed-martial artists who would fight him blindfolded. On New Year’s Eve, he beats a Japanese kickboxer who isn’t allowed to kick?? Those are rules that lead to talk of a fix. What’s next? Who’s next? Pacquiao. But that rematch figures to be a little bit like Sugar Ray Leonard-Thomas Hearns II in 1989. Forgot that one? You’ll forget Pacquiao-Mayweather too.

· Canelo Alvarez-Gennady Golovkin III. Has to happen, right? But there’s not been much news about GGG. After his disputed loss by decision to Canelo in September, it looks as if he would need at least one tune-up, perhaps in early spring. Seemingly, that would eliminate the May date on Canelo’s schedule. But it leaves Mexico’s September holiday as a possibility. Canelo’s landmark $365-million deal with DAZN might make it happen.

Happy New Year.

Attachments area

By Bart Barry-

2017’s end-of-year romp, a mosaicked effort about Chocolatito’s abrupt plunge from boxing’s apex, brought an examination of conscience that lauded what salutary effects result from travel to cover our beloved sport, a quiet promise, it now seems in retrospect, to travel much oftener for boxing in 2018, a promise quite exactly broken by its maker with two exceptions, exceptional trips to Corpus Christi – home of Selena – I now hope to explore like a cumbia: left foot and right foot neutral, right foot back, left foot neutral, right foot neutral, pause, left foot back, left foot neutral, and again.

I planned to travel thricely, at least, to locales farflung to cover boxing in the new year when I wrote about traveling to Santa Monica Pier but then life happened, and deaths, too, and the calendar never quite shaped up – the interestingest events being in Eurasia or saturated or not enticing enough in some other way.

Somewhere buried in quips about the size of Top Rank’s platform on ESPN+ for Mexican Gilberto “Zurdo” Ramirez and the champ’s awkward threats to other super middleweights and awkwarder threats to ascend to light heavyweight resides a conceit like: Zurdo might outwork WBC’s David Benavidez, a formerly pudgy kid PBC now fights but annually, but he can’t beat WBA’s Callum Smith, so let’s swerve tourneys like that.

I can’t pretend to enjoy the drive into Corpus or imagine anyone else does, but I still believe there’s no place like ringside, no place so honest, to remind you why you excavate these 900 or so words every Sunday, and I like Shell’s in Port Aransas, too, a 40-minute drive, offseason, and a short ferry ride away.

Pause.

The first week of February found Zurdo in American Bank Center to defend his WBO fraction of the championship against Habib Ahmed, an undefeated Ghanaian making his first boxing trip outside Ghana, while the world’s best 168 pounder, Callum Smith, readied for his WBSS semifinal a few weeks later in a tournament from which Zurdo was noticeably absent.

Now the WBSS schedule sits colorful empty after months of reports about missing bonuses and disintegrating investment, and the WBSS is such a good thing and DAZN such a proper platform, one hopes its organizers dust themselves off, draw a black line through any stateside venues and bring to fruition season 2 in Scotland and Japan and Russia and Poland, places where a proper gate helps purses get paid.

San Antonio doesn’t host big events these days, which is unjust, well as Canelo’s tilt in Alamodome went some years back, and the main reason cited is a dearth of local ticketsellers, which is unjust, well as Canelo’s tilt in Alamodome went some years back, but there’s also a certain relief that comes with such an absence: I can skip hours upon wasted hours of fightweek festivities, empty if hyperbolic tributes to sponsors, and get right to the broadcast itself, which is better earlier and much better with a twoperson booth or fewer.

I sat beside Don Smith in February at ringside – he was visiting Corpus from Phoenix to cover Jose Benavidez’s comeback – and he epitomized the essential eccentricity of the boxing writers you meet as a boxing writer, the guys who publish offline newsletters and set clippings from their bestknown works beside themselves on pressrow, guys fond of conspiracy but fonder of fighters, and a few months later matchmaker Bruce Trampler tweeted about Don Smith’s demise, killed by a motorist at a bus stop, and as I write this I believe more deeply than before Top Rank’s facility with and affinity for journalists separates it from other promoters; it’s the part of the job (along with don’t steal from your employer) Golden Boy Promotions’ Richard Schaefer just never got; it’s the part of the job PBC’s founder founded PBC on avoiding.

Boxing shows itself today nothing so much as adaptable, gliding forward from HBO Sport’s collapse, an event unthinkable to aficionados even five years ago, with barely a blink of acknowledgement, and that gliding happens even as 2019’s calendar looks weak so far.

I don’t find nearly so much discovery in boxing writing these days as I did, say, 10 or 12 years ago, and I don’t seek it, either, like I did that many years ago, and when I wonder why it returns me to a question Lee Samuels asked a few weeks ago at American Bank Center – “What sites do you read?” – and a realization I don’t visit boxing sites to read writers anymore but use my favorite writers on Twitter like portals to the sites that publish them, and if this is a good new bent, writers not publishers, I’m not sure it feels like one.

Pause.

Two undercard guys stood out February in Corpus, Jose Benavidez and Jesse Hart, and this too evinced the importance of matchmakers who know what they’re doing, matchmakers able to balance the oftcompeting priorities of entertaining in the moment while building another moment a halfyear away, so in October it wasn’t a surprise Benavidez got worn to torn by Bud Crawford and a couple months later Hart, so relentless in February, looked nigh relentful against Ramirez.

When dilettantes pontificate about boxing’s failures, assuring the miasma boxing will die or already did, they underestimate the simple inertia of a sport with a century or two of aficionados’ influencing other aficionados, they forget boxing moved on from irreplaceable men like Muhammad Ali to utterly replaceable men like Floyd Mayweather and just kept selling.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

By Norm Frauenheim-

It was preceded by great expectations. But it began amid disappointment, delay and controversy. Another year ends and new one is about to begin amid all of usual suspects.

Still, 2018 was a little bit different perhaps because of the way it ended in a spontaneous display of emotion in one fight that exceeded expectations.

In early December, Tyson Fury got up from a crushing Deontay Wilder combination in a moment that reminded us that boxing never ceases to surprise. It is nothing if not resilient. It is always re-creating itself.

Not long after Fury somehow regained consciousness and somehow was able to stand upright late in a 10-count that began like last rites, he stood, resurrected, in front of the assembled media in a work room at Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles.

He held his long arms above his head like an old-time preacher and asked:

“Did we entertain you?’’

There was no argument about the answer, unlike the deafening controversy over the judges’ scores in a split draw.

The fight was a hit on every level other than the scorecards. Yet, even the debate was reason to celebrate. A rematch is in those cards. For 2019, more of Wilder-Fury can only be a good thing. Wilder-Fury I was reason to forget everything that didn’t happen in 2018. It also happened in the very division that has been written off for at least a decade.

The heavyweights are a relic of what they were. On Dec. 1, however, Wilder-Fury reminded us how much fun they can be. Nobody will confuse Wilder or Fury with Evander Holyfield or Lennox Lewis or any of the other legends who were in the Staples crowd.

But Wilder’s instinctive power lands like a force of nature. Add Fury’s stubborn will and clever skill, and you had a dynamic mix, the kind that creates great moments. Their performance was Fight of the Year here and, I suspect, on nearly every other ballot, too.

In terms of tone, Wilder and Fury left the boxing audience wanting more at exactly the time when there was lingering frustration over Canelo Alvarez’ PED suspension, the subsequent delay of a second fight, contentious negotiations and then a September rematch without a knockdown and just more controversy over Canelo’s narrow victory on the scorecards.

There were other moments, names and reasons to remember.

A few samples:

Aleksandr Usyk looked like Fighter of the Year, putting himself into the pound-for-pound discussion with cruiserweight victories that should make Fury, Wilder and Anthony Joshua nervous.

At the top of the pound-for-pound debate on this ballot, it’s still welterweight Terence Crawford at No. 1, Vasiliy Lomachenko at No. 2 and Mikey Garcia at No. 3. All three have good arguments for the top spot. They are redefining the sport — moving it beyond the careful, risk-to-reward ratio that ruled Floyd Mayweather’s Jr.’s rich career.

Crawford is a finisher. Lomachenko’s many punches from many angles are unprecedented. Garcia, a natural lightweight and junior-welterweight, is taking a risk, a massive one against welterweight power-puncher Errol Spence Jr. in March.

Throughout 2018, they did what Mayweather didn’t in a year that ended with Fury and Wilder, who reminded us that anything is possible.

By Bart Barry-

Saturday in Brooklyn on Fox, in the debut of a new business model by which the PBC receives money for presenting its fighters on public airwaves instead of paying to do so, Houston super welterweight Jermell Charlo got decisioned by Detroit’s Tony Harrison, controversially, and Houston middleweight Jermall Charlo decisioned Russia’s Matt Korobov, uncontroversially. Another uncontroversial point: Neither Charlo exceeded expectations.

Either the Brothers Charlo are the future of prizefighting or they’re a couple more in an eyeless promotional group’s attempt to manufacture by dint of hardwork and stubbornness future pay-per-view stars, b-less a-sides, in strict adherence to a moribund business model that made a very few folks very rich some years ago. Saturday neither solved that riddle nor brought the riddle any nearer its conclusion, featuring, as it did, a public-airwaves broadcast sans knockouts. For he is an elusive consumer indeed who’ll say in 2020: “Let me pay $80 to see the two brothers I saw on that Fox show at the end of 2018.”

One can fixate on scorecards, like we’re told to do after every single title match that ends with a final bell, or one can concede he’d not be fixating on scorecards were the favored fighters good as commentators promised him they’d be. Or just as possibly these are the musings of a pundit who missed the narrow Charlo window by virtue of poor timing.

If a search of Google Drive be trustworthy I began covering the Brothers Charlo from ringside about 10 years ago. Jermell Charlo decisioned a lad named Juan Serrano in Houston’s Toyota Center some hours before Juan Manuel Marquez memorably hooked, lined and sank Juan Diaz. Charlo’s record was 6-0 (3 KOs) and his opponent’s was 2-5-1 (2 KOs), and yet the fight was an entertaining one because Charlo’s opponent, despite having no power of his own, walked directly through Charlo’s punches. Four months later I began a report of Charlo’s match with Federico Flores in Tucson like so: “Light hitting or otherwise, Jermell Charlo’s got class.”

In 2012, on the undercard of Garcia-Morales 1, Jermall Charlo (9-0, 5 KOs) made that Saturday’s second match in an empty Houston arena against Sean Wilson (5-9, 1 KO) and did not fell him but did stop him. A year later, I covered Jermall in the gymnasium of a small San Antonio college, on a Golden Boy copromotion card, and while a better journalist would take the time to divine whom Charlo fought that evening it’s more fun to share this: When the match was near enough to publish a bout sheet that bout sheet read Charlo (11-0, 7 KOs) vs. T.B.A.

For some stark contrast, there’s this: Vasyl Lomachenko just made his 12th prizefight, in May, and won a world title in his third weight division.

I covered the Brothers Charlo a halfdozen times from ringside and came away from the experiences unable to discern which was who and struck by how little stopping power either’s fists comprised. Sometime after that PBC launched as a venture and I used its indifference to unbought media like an excuse not to perform what acts of diligence previously got me to watch the Charlos.

Imagine my surprise, then, when writers whose opinions I respect began writing unironical accounts of Houston’s lion twins’ savage dismantling of fellow prospects. Was it enhanced matchmaking, or an enhanced training regimen? Yes, it was/were.

But now I do wonder about any newly aspiring aficionados who came upon the Brothers Charlo for a first time Saturday night. No matter how little expertise an American male actually enjoys about our beloved sport, very few American males are more than a nationally broadcasted knockout or controversial decision away from amplifying loudly and confidently whatever they heard they saw. They’ve seen Tyson highlights enough on YouTube to know what’s important and trust their guts in all matters of sanctioned violence. While they may infer a faint affiliation between a promoter and the network for whom that promoter acts as an exclusive supplier of prizefighting talent they trust that network’s commentating team much more than the scorekeepers who turn in official tallies – in a wonderfully American way that confers more legitimacy on any authority whose bribe is right out in the open:

“The judges are on the take.”

“So are the commentators who make you think that.”

“Yeah, but they’re getting paid to give their opinions.”

Which is why Jermell’s getting decisioned by Tony Harrison brought so much more outrage from Fox viewers than Jermall’s 11-rounds-to-1 favoring on an official scorecard published by the son of Fox’s unofficial scorekeeper. The first event was unforgivably offscript while the second aligned neatly with what viewers got promised they’d see.

The bent of most boxing viewers is such that if you don’t give them a violent catharsis they’ll tend to make one, with judges and referees topping their lists of wouldbe victims. If they say they’re leaving because of corrupt officiating they’re not leaving. If they actually do leave trust it’s this: There wasn’t enough violence. That is a problem for any boxing broadcaster but particularly a problem for those who align themselves exclusively with PBC, as PBC does not specialize in violence but rather promise and potential and charisma and skills. For more than a decade the Brothers Charlo have shown lots of all four, and so?

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Follow all the action as Jermall Charlo defends the WBC Interim Middleweight title against Matt Korobov.  The action starts at 8 PM ET / 5 PM PT with the WBC Super Welterweight title bout between Jermell Charlo and Tony Harrison.  The action kicks off with a heavyweight contest between Dominic Breazeale and Carlos Negron.

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Round 1: Korobov lands a straight left

Round 2 Counter from Korobov..Hook from Charlo..Lead left from Korobov..Combination.

Round 3 Nice right to body from Charlo..Hard left from Korobov..

Round 4 Big left Korobov..Right Hook..sneaks in another left..Good left

Round 5 Jab from Charlo..Good left hook

Round 6 Counter hook from Charlo..Straight left/right uppercut from Korobov

Round 7 Good Right from Charlo..Left from Korobov..Combination from Charlo.

Round 8 Good exchange in center o the ring..Jab from Charlo

Round 9 Charlo lands a right..2 jabs and a straight right..

Round 10 Combination from Charlo…Right..Good right

Round 11 Lead left from Charlo..Left from Korobov..right from Charlo..Left..Counter hook..Jab..Good hook from Korobov..

Round 12 Right hook rocks Korobov..Huge shots staggering Korobov..Left from Korobov..Big right from Charlo

119-108…116-112 TWICE FOR JERMALL CHARLO

Round 1 2 big rights from Charlo

Round 2:  Harrison looking sharp with his punches..

Round 3: Charlo beating Harrison to the punch..Combintion from Harrison

Round 4 Big Right from Harrison

Round 5 Hard counter right stuns Charlo..Right from Charlo..Jab from Harrison..Right hand buckles Harrison

Round 6 Straight from Charlo..

Round 7  Hard right from Charlo..Combination from Harrison….Big left from Charlo

Round 8 Good left hook from Charlo..Nice left from Harrison..Jab

Round 9 1-2 from Charlo..Counter right from Harrison..combination..Right from Charlo..Left from Harrison

Round 10 Right from Charlo..

Round 11 right hook from Charlo..Great left uppercut..Jab and body shot for Harrison

Round 12 Big left hurts Harrison..Charlo following with a barrage on the ropes..Harrison hold on..Short left hook from Harrison..Big right from Charlo..

116-112; 115-113 TWICE FOR TONY HARRISON

 

Round 1 Jab from Breazeale..

Round 2 Good right from Negron..Right from Negron..right to body..Negron jabs to body..Right

Round 3 Good 3 punch combination from Negron..Good right hurts Negron..Negron is cut over left eye..Right from Breazeale…Negron lands a big left to body..left to body

Round 4 2 jabs from Negron..Big left..left to body..Right..Right from Breazeale…Right..Body shot from Negron….2 Big rights wobble Negron at the bell

Round 5 Hard left from Breazeale..

Round 6 Right from Breazeale..Jab..Good left hook

Round 7 Big left from Negron..left hook/right hand from Breazeale..Good right..Uppercut from Negron

Round 8 Body work from Brezeale..Left uppercut

Round 9 HUGE RIGHT AND DOWN GOES NEGRON…FIGHT OVER

Follow all the action as Josh Warrington defends the IBF Featherweight title against former world champion Carl Frampton.  The action kicks off at 1 PM ET/ 6 PM UK time with Tommy Fury making his pro debut.  Also Nathan Gorman takes on Razvan Cojanu; Michael Conlan battles Jason Cunningham; Martin  Murray fights Hassan N’Dam; Mark Heffron fights Liam Williams

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Round 1 Good right hook by Warrington and they are going at it..Frampton backing up…Heated pace

Round 2 Left hook from Frampton..Right from Warrington..Body shot..Warrington opening up..Short right

Round 3 Uppercut from Frampton..Body shots

Round 4  Right from Warrington..Warrington working on the ropes

Round 5 Barrage of punches from Warrington..Left..Body work..Uppercut..Frampton trying to land the uppercut

Round 6  Warrington applying pressure..Right from Frampton..Uppercut from Warington..right to the body

Round 7 Heavy body shots by both guys…Right from Frampton….Warrington outlanding Framton 142-76

Round 8 Body shots from Frampton..Uppercut from Warrington..Good shots from Frampton..Combination..Warrington trying to answer

Round 9 Right Counter from Frampton..Good right from Warrington..Combination from Frampton..Body punches..Warrington lands a 4 punch combination

Round 10 Jab from Warrington..Uppercut from Frampton..Warrington upping his punch output..Frampton getting better of exchange..Jab from Frampton

Round 11 Jab from Frampton..Right..1-2 from Warrington..Jab..Good combination from Frampton.

Round 12 Body work from Warrington..Pop shotting from the outside

116-113; 116-112 TWICE FOR JOSH WARRINGTON

Round 1 Williams lands a 1-2..Right

Round 2 Clash of heads..Another…Cut over right eye of Williams

Round 3 Good combination from Williams

Round 4 Right from Williams..Jab

Round 5 Hook from Heffron..Good left from Williams..Jab

Round 6 2 hard rights from Williams..Heffrom warned for low blow..Right from Williams..Hard right..Chopping right

Round 7 Right from Williams..Right over the top

Round 8  Right from Williams..Right..Williams warned for low blow

Round 9 Hook from Heffron..Body..Right from Williams

Round 10  HUGE RIGHT AND HEFFRON SLAMS INTO THE ROPES FOR A KNOCKDOWN..Williams landing big shots..REFEREE STOPS THE FIGHT

Round 1 Left to body from Murray..Body shot

Round 2 Left hook from Murray..Uppercut from N’Dam..Left to body from Murray

Round 3

Round 4 Combination from Murray..Combination in close by N’Dam..RIGHT FROM MURRAY AT BELL AND RULED A KNOCKDOWN

Round 5 Murray working the body..Uppercut from N’Dam

Round 6  Combination from N’Dam..Body shot

Round 7 Good uppercut from N’Dam..Combination..Body shot

Round 8 Body shots from N’Dam..Right from Murray

Round 9 Combination from N’Dam..Another combination on the ropes..

Round 10 Right from Murray..

Round 11 N’Dam boxing and moving

Round 12 Murray pressing..Uppercut from N’Dam

114-114; 117-112; 116-112 FOR N’DAM

Round 1

Round 2 Good right from Conlan..Left from Conlan…

Round 3 Body shot from Conlan

Round 4  Right from Conlan..2 lefts from Cunningham..Good body work from Conlan..Right to body

Round 5 Jab and combination from Conlan

Round 6 Conlan deducted a point for a low blow..

Round 7 Combination from Cunningham..Good exchange

Round 8 Good right from Conlan..Uppercuts

Round 9 Jab from Conlan..Good right

Round 10 Cunningham coming forward..Good left hurts Cunningham..Huge right buckles Cunningham

97-92 TWICE AND 98-92 for Conlan

Round 1 Body and uppercuts from Gorman

Round 2 Right from Cojanu..Left from Gorman..Lead left hook..Combination from Cojanu..Left hook

Round 3 Right from Gorman…Gorman getting more active

Round 4  Right from Gorman

Round 5 Left hook from Gorman..Right snaps Cojanu’s head back

Round 6 Hook to body and right from Gorman..Right from Cjanu..Nice uppercut..Body shots..

Round 7 Uppercut from Cojanu..Good left hook..Left hook from Gorman

Round 8 Left from Gorman

Round 9 Left from Gorman…Right to body from Cojanu

Round 10 Nice right from Gorman..Right from Cojanu..Hard right from Gorman

Round 11 Good right from Gorman..Good left from Gorman drive Cojanu to the corner

Round 12 Good left from Gorman..Body shot

119-109 twice and 120-108 for GORMAN

Round 1 Body shot from Fury..Uppercut…Body shot

Round 2 Right hand from Fury..Right

Round 3 Hard uppercut from Fury..Good body shots and right hand..Fury warned for low blows..Right to body

Round 4 Lead left hook from Fury

FURY WINS BY 40-36 SCORE

 

By Norm Frauenheim-

John McCain’s name will be added to the Boxing Writers Association of America award for courage, alongside Bill Crawford, a Medal of Honor winner.

McCain also is one of five nominees for the award, which will be presented at the Writers’ (BWAA) annual dinner in 2019.

The BWAA voted to add the former Arizona Senator’s name to the award and nominated him for it at meetings in Los Angeles and New York earlier this month

McCain, a longtime boxing fan and leading advocate for boxing regulation, died at his northern Arizona home on August 25, just hours before an ESPN-televised card in Glendale, Ariz., featuring Jose Pedraza’s upset of Ray Beltran.

When news of McCain’s death was reported, Top Rank immediately staged a haunting 10-count, a touching moment remembered at ringside as a Requiem for a Heavyweight.

In comments to 15 Rounds, The Ring and The Los Angeles Times, Top Rank’s Bob Arum called McCain “the boxing Senator.’’

McCain, a Republican, and retired Nevada Senator Harry Reid, a Democrat, joined forces for passage of the Muhammad Ali Boxing Reform Act, a legislative attempt at protecting a fighter’s finances and health.

McCain also expressed his interest – and frustration — in boxing on the Senate floor. After Timothy Bradley’s controversial decision over Manny Pacquiao in 2012, McCain grabbed the bully pulpit and suggested that the federal government investigate judging.

McCain, a boxer at the Naval Academy, also worked tirelessly for a posthumous pardon of Jack Johnson, an iconic heavyweight champ who had been jailed for violating a 1912 law, the Mann Act, which prohibited the transportation of women across state lines. Johnson, a black man, had been seeing a white woman.

McCain had been pursuing the pardon since 2004. It finally came in May, three months before he died at 81 from brain cancer. President Donald Trump didn’t mention McCain when granting the pardon.

The newly named John McCain & Bill Crawford Award for Courage bring together two heroic figures from different eras, yet with similar experiences. Both were amateur boxers. Both were Prisoners-of-War.

Crawford won the Medal of Honor in 1943 for taking out three German machine-gun nests during combat in Italy. He was captured and presumed dead. Initially, the Medal of Honor was awarded to his father. While in captivity for 19 months, Crawford knocked out a German guard with punches he threw as a Golden Gloves boxer.

Later in life, Crawford went to work as a janitor at the Air Force Academy. More than four decades after he took out the German machine guns, President Ronald Reagan awarded him the Medal of Honor in person during a 1985 Air Force Academy graduation. An Academy grad went on to write a book about him, titled A Janitor’s Ten Lessons In Leadership. Crawford died in 2000 and is buried on the Academy’s campus near Colorado Springs.

Like Crawford, McCain also was a POW. McCain, who is buried at the Naval Academy in Annapolis, MD, was captured by the North Vietnamese after his fighter-jet was shot down over Hanoi on October 26, 1967.

At the time, his father, Admiral John Sidney McCain, was stationed in Hawaii as CINCPAC – Commander-in-Chief Pacific. The North Vietnamese offered to release John McCain. But he refused. He was beaten. He was tortured. He survived. On March 14, 1973, McCain finally came home, a profile in courage then and nearly 46 years later a perfect complement to Crawford.

By Bart Barry-

CORPUS CHRISTI, Texas – A mile south of American Bank Center stands the Selena Memorial, known as Mirador de la Flor. It overlooks a small harbor that abuts Corpus Christi Bay, which floats to Mustang Island, a crescent sliver of land separating this city from the Gulf of Mexico. Far as coastal cities go, this is an ugly one, truly, but Selena, as both an ideal and a memory, is beautiful, and it feels good when I tell folks I’m heading southwards that they ask about visiting Selena, now, rather than an aircraft carrier.

I’m here because of a fightcard at American Bank Center, of course, one that wasn’t good as its February predecessor, here, though probably better than its Saturday successor in New York, an interminable DAZN insomnia cure with Canelo Alvarez’s tri-spiking of hapless Rocky Fielding’s liver like its Sundaymorning alarm. Fielding was what we knew he was, and Canelo did exactly what a dominant force should do a submissive one. Aside from what matchmaking gripes all sounded months ago the only fair complaint about Canelo’s debut on a new network was the ungodly hour it finally happened.

Does that suffice for a topical summary? It does.

“El Zurdo” Gilberto Ramirez, a Mexican super middleweight titlist who neither participated in WBSS’ first season nor seems slightly interested in matching himself with those who did, gained a lukewarm vengeance on the halfdozen or so aficionados who told people they thought Jesse Hart won his first match with Zurdo 15 months ago, by decisioning Hart narrowly Friday night. Ramirez is the better fighter, the harder puncher, even the handsomer man. He may ultimately have more grit, too, than Hart. But if Ramirez won acclaim from official judges in Friday’s rematch he surely won no new fans and lost some old ones.

Ramirez explained his poor form in rounds 8-11 by citing an elbow injury. Could be. Hart obviously sensed something and stopped hesitating to walkdown Ramirez after the seventh. But Hart did something else, too: He showed how limited Ramirez is. A rangy frontrunner who’s very good from his preferred distance Ramirez hadn’t an inkling what to do with a man inside said distance, even while that man was not punching or holding but mostly just leaning on him. Hart turned the boxing match to a shouldering chesting necking contest and Ramirez didn’t do nothing about it. He planted his feet and waited for the ropes to break or the ref to yell it.

Soon thereafter Ramirez said he wants to move to 175 pounds, where his lack of infighting should adhere itself to a lack of power and get him either decisioned or protected so unflinchingly by Top Rank’s matchmakers he might as well have been.

The more interesting story was Hart, who looked a feral beast against Thomas Awimbono 10 months ago. Still scowling when he approached press row after merely 88 seconds of uberviolent work in February, Hart demanded a rematch as his proper due and convinced those of us who were listening. How much more fragile Hart looked in the opening half of that rematch, though! Talking to himself through an open mouth as he absorbed bodyshots and retreated from Ramirez’s feints Hart appeared like no one so much as a fighter ready to reveal, postfight, a trainingcamp injury or case of foodpoisoning (preceded necessarily by the “I don’t make excuses” tagline).

It led me to a ringside thought like: I have no idea what this man is thinking. Not in the sarcastic sense of “what were you thinking?” but in the much larger sense of an unknowable inventory of factors in Hart’s life that brought him to that moment, as a lubricated female voice a few rows back besought him to do what only she believed he could do, over and over and over, and over, and his corner urged him on, and the rest of the arena cheered heartily against him. Probability says I shouldn’t have had any better idea what Zurdo was thinking – regionally at least, I’m from a part of the world much nearer Hart’s Philadelphia than Ramirez’s Mazatlan – but Hart felt so deeply unknowable it was a thought and word into which I burrowed as Hart went dispiritedly backwards.

This isn’t a pledge to understand a fighter like Jesse Hart better in the future but a confession I probably never knew a thing about a fighter like Jesse Hart and a soft promise not to act like I do.

Which gets me thinking about the art of matchmaking and those who do it better than others. Top Rank does just about everything better than every other promoter, save perhaps signing prospects, but its complexion has changed noticeably these last few years. There are the legends on its staff, another of whom deservedly goes in Canastota next June, and they occupy the same ringside seats as ever they did. But tucked in the left corner of pressrow now sits a braintrust of laptops and tablets and smartphones, and what youngsters understand their mechanics and reach, that represents Top Rank today, a company endangered by economics two years ago and now a lesson in adaptability. Such adaptation has bestowed on Top Rank’s legends a sheen of fated contentment, pleasant to observe as once it was unlikely.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Follow all the action from ringside at Madison Square Garden as Rocky Fielding defends the WBA Super Middleweight championship against Middleweight world champion Canelo Alvarez.  The action kicks off at 6 PM and three world titles will be on the card featuring IBF Super Featherweight champion Tevin Farmer and female sensation Katie Taylor.  The action kicks off at 6 PM ET.

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Round 1 Fielding jabbing..2 hard body shots from Canelo..Combination from Fielding..Right from Fielding,…BODY SHOT AND DOWN GOES FIELDING..2 more hard body shots..Left…Right from Fielding….Big right from Canelo at the bell

Round 2 Body shot from Canelo..Right from canelo..Combination from Fielding..Left to body from Canelo..Hard right from Canelo..Right to body..Right..uppercut..Hard left to body..LEFT TO BODY AND DOWN GOES FIELDING..

Round 3 Left from Fielding..Right to body from Canelo..another..left from Fielding,,Canelo landing crunching bod shots..2 lefts to bod..Combo from Fielding..HUGE RIGHT TO THE HEAD AND DOWN GOES FIELDING…UPPERCUT AND LEFT TO THE BODY AND DOWN GOES FIELDING…FIGHT OVER

Round 2 Farmer boxing and moving..Farmer lands a left to the body…Left to body..Straight left,..Left to head..Right hook..Hard right to body

Round 3 Left from Farmer

Round 4 Right from Fonseca..left from Farmer

Round 5 Good left from Farmer

Round 6 Right from Fonseca..Left from Framer..Right from Fonseca..Uppercut from Farmer..Fonseca bleeding from right eye..Hard uppercut from Farmer..Left off the ropes

Round 7 Jab from Farmer…Left

Round 8 Left to body from Farmer..Trading body shots..Combination from Fonseca…

Round 9 Left from Farmer..

Round 10 Fighting on inside…short uppercuts from each guy..Right to body from Farmer..Good uppercut..Uppercut from Fonseca..Hard right from Farmer..Uppercut to body

Round 11 2 lefts from Farmer..Farmer jabs to the body..Right to body from Fonseca..series of body punches..Chopping left from Farmer

Round 12 1-2 from Farmer..Jab to body..Fonseca swinging at air

Round 1  Not much..Ali jabbing

Round 2 Good right from Ali…Ali lands a series of land hooks

Round 3 

Round 4 Good right from Ali..

Round 5 Double jab from Herrera…Left from Ali..

Round 6 Ali lands a left hook..

Round 7 Hard right from Ali…

Round 8 Ali gets in a right..Left to side of head..Right lead..

Round 9 Ali jabbing and moving..right..Right to side of head..

Round 10 Right hand from Ali

Round 1 Right from Rodriguez..HARD LEFT AND DOWN GOES RODRIGUEZ..Hard jab..

Round 2 Jab to body…Left…Rodriguez trying to showboat..Left inside from Garcia.

Round 3 Garcia sneaks in a left during an exchange..RODRIGUEZ DEDUCTED A POINT FOR A LOW BLOW..Good left hook from Garcia..Combination and Rodriguez mimicking Garcia..

Round 4 Hard combination on ropes and Rodriguez holds on..Body work..Rodriguez swinging wildly..Chopping lefts

Round 5 Hard right from Garcia, followed UP BY A PERFECT LEFT HOOK AND DOWN GIES RODRIGUEZ…FIGHT OVER

Round 1 Left from Taylor..Right to the body

Round 2 Left hook from Taylor..

Round 3 Taylor lands a 1-2..

Round 4 Left to body from Taylor..

Round 5 Taylor starting to up her workrate..Uppercut..Right on the inside…Body work on the inside..

Round 6 Right drives Wahlstrom to the ropes..Straight right..good right

Round 7 Taylor lands a body shot..Right..

Round 8 Left to body from Taylor..Right from Wahlstrom..Left from Taylor

Round 9  Good right from Taylor..Toe to toe action..Wahlstrom cut from her forehead

Round 10 Combination on inside from Taylor..Wahlstrom cut around the left eye..

By Bart Barry-

More historic happenings, Saturday, more unforgettable things you’ve already forgotten, more unbelievable events you believe completely. At New York’s Hulu Theater Ukrainian lightweight Vasiliy Lomachenko unified titles by decisioning Puerto Rico’s Jose Pedraza after Mexican super bantamweight Emanuel Navarrete beat up charismatic Ghanaian Isaac Dogboe and took his title. All the while a oncegreat broadcaster bid itself a weteyed goodbye in a very private ceremony.

It was a night of good prizefighting that acted, in collaboration with the calendar, a fine contrast with a night of great prizefighting six years past. With Dogboe’s selfbelief and Lomachenko’s craft came a reminder of a man, Juan Manuel Marquez, who epitomized both qualities and emerged from a much hotter crucible more heroic than both men, in 2012.

“Ohhhhhh!” went Roy Jones’ call on that HBO pay-per-view broadcast – writing of contrasts.

And let us use this as a proper contrast. When a broadcaster has the time and wherewithal to roll out of his prescripted, canned and shelved tagline during a knockout, trust little what hyperbole follows. “All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling,” quipped Oscar Wilde, and so it be with ageful boxing commentary; the commentator’s desire to make the soundtrack of something historic is sincere as can be but what often comes out are sounds of unseemly striving. Moments are not memorable because someone tells you they’ll be memorable, and no matter how hard he tells you how unforgettable this moment is won’t make it so either. Moments are memorable when they make you fully present, which is impossible while someone fills your ears with his loud forecast about the unknowable future.

In its dotage HBO fell prey to this much as any broadcaster, fell prey to what straining happens when the importance of the platform and its presenters surpasses the importance of what events they present. The amplification, the absurd analogies, the vending. Now that it ends whimpering we get told what a loss we suffer, but that’s neither appropriate nor accurate either. Inappropriate because the departed don’t get a vote in the matter. Inaccurate because boxing has recrudesced during (if not because of) HBO’s demise. The montages and incessant lookingsback to come will play on our vanity, telling us it’s only narcissism if our lives aren’t fully historic happenings, which of course they are, else we’d not have been chosen to witness such historic happenings – and so on in a loop of lugging, effortful prepositional phrases mostly intended to prime us to consume the next historic product.

Salesmen in one aisle, amplifiers the other. One side shepherding and bullying for consensus, the other side adding eight exclamation marks for every witticism.

We return briefly to RJJ’s Marquez-Pacquiao 4 call. The moment was perfect because it was unscripted and Jones’ reaction to it pure. No context needed. Marquez, bloodied and buzzed, planted and threw, consequences be damned. What followed for Marquez was perfect a moment of vindication as sport can afford a man. Hours later on the way out MGM Grand’s main entrance the promotional ring had a guard dissuading Mexicans from climbing on the apron and posing for pics on their faces, hands tucked behind them, Pacquiao style.

Saturday had none of this. It had a charismatic titlist in the comain gutting out an ugly loss and a prodigy – we’re now told ceaselessly – looking less than prodigious in victory. Pedraza proved of Lomachenko what Marquez proved of Pacquiao: They don’t like fighting in mirrors. They are best when their opponents try to react conventionally to their unorthodox attacks, and they are much less when their opponents move symmetrically away from them. If Pedraza is obviously not Marquez he proved Lomachenko is not so much Pacquiao as a standardbearer for our collective desire to find another Pacquiao.

The best part of Saturday’s broadcast came when Tim Bradley asked his cocommentator a direct question about his opinion of Lomachenko’s performance. With that Bradley yanked the broadcast out of the thirdperson past – where experts have said and noted authorities have shared and highly regarded trainers have assured and pundits have never before seen – into the firstperson present. Hey, pal, tell me what you think right this moment.

Firstperson present, like RJJ yelling ohhhhhh. Nobody yelled ohhhhh Saturday. Dogboe barked NeHo a few too many times. We saw very good prizefighters wellmatched. We got told we’d see footwork that was sublime and teaching that was genius. But nobody yelled ohhhhhh at home or in the theater because nothing in the main or comain merited it.

While that happened, the former heart and soul of boxing paid a final tribute to itself in a stadium populated and passionate as a television studio.

If we let the matter be, if we let our sport enjoy its new stature and riches, we will surprise ourselves with how quickly we forget HBO Boxing, with how unstoppably our beloved sport marches on. If there’s an argument it’s ungracious to interrupt a eulogy this way, there’s a counterargument against eulogies in general. We burden ourselves with others’ pasts that we may soon burden others with our pasts. To hell with all that.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry