By Bart Barry-

In only its second week, 2016 promises a paucity of suitable subjects to rival its predecessor. Rather than write 52 columns without end, we begin a new series called “To the contrary” – in which I will select some column from my archives and rewrite it, expressing a different, if not wholly opposite, opinion in celebration of subjectivity.

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About 9 1/2 years ago, I wrote a preview of Marco Antonio Barrera’s rematch with Rocky Juarez and called it “No polemical decisions.” Today I rewrite it.

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At a recent dinner after a Celebrity Theatre card with the creator of this site, John Raygoza, the subject of a charismatic local cruiserweight’s intellect got broached.

“He’s a smart guy,” said John.

“No,” I said, “he’s a smart fighter. Out in the rest of the world, there are lots of smart guys.”

What the hell does this have to do with Saturday’s rematch in Las Vegas between Mexican Marco Antonio Barrera and Texan Rocky Juarez, a mulligan for May’s match, one for which Barrera was ill-prepared when Juarez, a short-notice replacement, very well may have beaten him on any honest scorecard in California? Admittedly little, though it might have a goodish amount to do with Barrera, or at least our perception of him.

Back to that in a moment. First, a few reasons why Juarez might fare worse in his rematch with Barrera than he did in their first encounter. Juarez hasn’t a championship speed in his gearbox. We saw it in last year’s loss to Humberto Soto. And if ever Juarez’s ambition takes him in the ring with another master like Juan Manuel Marquez or Chris John, we’ll see it there too. Juarez surprised Barrera in May with the rude force of his youth, pouncing on the 65-fight veteran and thoroughly discomfiting him. But if Barrera is perhaps a smart fighter more than a smart guy, he is nevertheless an incredibly smart fighter.

“No me gustan las decisiones polémicas,” said Barrera, when asked why he granted Juarez an immediate rematch.

While “polemical” was a curious choice of words, it signaled Barrera’s decisiveness of craft more than his precision, quickness or relaxation with the Spanish language. Better put: Barrera will not be surprised twice by Juarez’s youthful exuberance. To win a decision that is not polemical against Juarez, Barrera will have to thwart Juarez, dis-couraging him from first bell.

Who better to complete a pattern like that, match to rematch, than Marco Antonio Barrera?

Since Barrera’s 2001 masterpiece against Naseem “The Prince” Hamed, the doctoral dissertation he gave the precocious undergrad Hamed, a roaming exploration of everything from self-defense to balance to concussive leverage to a textured and personal experience with a turnbuckle’s cover, Barrera has been considered by some aficionados, this one especially, more than a smart prizefighter. We considered him a smart guy

But isn’t this always the way with eloquence? In a postmodern haze of admiration, that our own cant might someday be admired by other postmodernists, we find ourselves enraptured by the words another man chooses, excited by our own imagining of him crouched over a dictionary improving himself with a rapacity like ours.

Some persons’ eloquences are a paragon of willfulness and discipline, perhaps, but most of us evince nonlinear systems’ sensitivity to initial conditions more than our own striving. A human’s capacity to grow from a pair of microscopic cells to an NBA center, after all, is nonlinearity’s calling card. And the initial conditions?

Homes in which our native languages are spoken well by the adults we hear speaking before we know what language is, before we have even a concept of “we” to assign letters to – these form the initial conditions that, subjected to hundreds of millions of iterations, eventually form a capacity with sounds and letters we are told is eloquence.

Barrera grew up in the relative luxury of Mexico City with parents who spoke the language well. His accent is upper-middleclass, his confidence appreciable Has he strived to improve his use of the language? Possibly. Did he have a considerable head start on peers raised in homes where Spanish was spoken less eloquently? Certainly. Does he feel a touch of contempt when he hears them speak? Probably.

Along with what close, and fairly unfair, decisions their first two fights brought, Barrera’s eloquence and evident breeding offended the sensibilities of nemesis Erik Morales, a tijuanense Barrera once derisively called an “Indian,” enkindling a rivalry outside the ring detrimental to the men as what they’ve now done to one another during 108 minutes of sanctioned violence together.

In their public exchanges, Barrera has contented himself to play the diplomat, leaving Morales, and tacitly encouraging him, to play the role of resentful savage. Barrera’s charm, an eloquence that occasionally strays from detached insight to gilded emptiness, got displayed yet again in Tucson a few months back when, as Golden Boy Promotions’ designated partner, Barrera was ringside at Desert Diamond Casino.

Asked if he might someday welcome an induction to boxing’s hall of fame alongside his rival Morales, the way Michael Carbajal recently accompanied Humberto Gonzalez, Barrera paused then replied:

“For our part, there is nothing against Morales. I have always said that he is a great champion. It does not displease me that we are mentioned together.”

It was pure Barrera – eloquent and disingenuous to the last.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

By Norm Frauenheim

It’s hard to know whether the search for the next great heavyweight will ever end. Generation after generation, from baby boomer to millennial, it goes on. And on.

I’m not sure it will ever produce much more than nostalgia, but it looks as if we’re about to embark on a part of the expedition that will reveal whether there is only history and nothing else after Wladimir Klitschko.

It’s premature to declare an end to the Klitschko era. It also unfair to Klitschko, whose steady reign at the top of the fabled division for nearly a decade suggests he might make all those declarations look foolish in a rematch of his November loss to Tyson Fury.

Nevertheless, the biggest upset of last year and just about any other year left inescapable evidence that Klitschko’s suffocating grip on the heavyweights is finally gone, even if he regains his titles against the thoroughly unpredictable Fury. Klitschko looked like an old monument. Moved like one, too. According to CompuBox, he landed about five punches a round. That’s more than a stat. It’s a symptom, a sign of age. He’ll be 40 on March 25.

Potential rivals in a younger generation have noticed. Klitschko looks like wounded prey and they’ve begun to circle.

“It’s our time now,’’ said 29-year-old Charles Martin, who faces Vyacheslav Glazkov on Jan. 16 at Brooklyn’s Barclays Center for an IBF title stripped from Fury in the immediate aftermath of his upset of Klitschko.

Martin went on to say that he wants everything that Klitschko had in terms of belts and presumably money. His reported purse for Fury was $18 million.

“Yeah, I want it all,’’ Martin added during a Wednesday conference call that also included Deontay Wilder, who is the biggest star on Showtime-televised card.

Wilder, who defends his WBC belt against Poland’s Artur Szpilka, has emerged as perhaps the most marketable rival to Klitschko. He’s media friendly. He’s American. He has a big punch, although there are still questions about whether he can withstand similar power. There’s another wrinkle, too. He worked as a Klitschko sparring partner a few years ago.

“I was disappointed that Klitschko didn’t show up,’’ said Wilder, who also might have been disappointed that Fury had the good timing or dumb luck to be in the ring when Klitschko was as vulnerable as he’s been in many years. “Something was missing. That wasn’t what we’re used to seeing.’’

The unbeaten Wilder said he’ll wait for the Fury rematch to see if the old Klitschko is still there, still able to rule boxing most historic division. It was also clear, however, Wilder sees himself as the heir apparent, regardless of Fury’s victory.

“I’m looking forward to being the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world,’’ said Wilder, who doesn’t have to go far to hear the same thing from a division suddenly crowded with promises and perhaps potential enough to make it relevant again.

By Bart Barry-

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

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The May morning of 2015’s knockout of the year, the Saturday Mexican Saul “Canelo” Alvarez spearchiseled Texan James “Mandingo Warrior” Kirkland in Houston, no one was certain just yet how debasing for the sport of prizefighting 2015 would be, how mercenary, how joyless, but the previous weekend’s fare served notice to all aficionados, and the worst part, too: Mayweather-Pacquiao was what we asked for, demanded, allowed the sport to suspend itself in pursuit of, for five years that did nothing so much as hollow-out the fanbase by loitering in Las Vegas while more gymnasiums shuttered and fewer American boys explored boxing as more than a cynic’s plan-c moneymaking ruse, a trashtalking musicvideo to film after flunking football and basketball.

In March, Oscar De La Hoya promised Canelo Alvarez as a savior for the sport, and everyone applied the ironist’s filter, instantly and properly, hearing: Canelo Alvarez is the man the Golden Boy hopes will save his struggling brand. It was lost on no one how instrumental De La Hoya and “his” “promotional company” were to Money May’s ascent during the seven years De La Hoya vainly searched for someone, beginning with himself, to humble Floyd Mayweather; instrumental, in fact, is not strong enough – during the partnership years, Golden Boy Promotions was the fulcrum in Al Haymon’s lever, making De La Hoya and his former friend Richard Schaefer mechanically essential to a movement that, in 2015, changed its name from “HBO” or “Showtime” to Premier Boxing Champions, PBC, and began appearing on the same terrestrial television networks promoter Bob Arum convinced aficionados should be boxing’s rightful place (about a decade after Arum first moved boxing from terrestrial television, of course).

Very few pundits realized when Canelo fought Kirkland what an existential crisis the PBC presented, with its hostility to independent media and indifference to competitive matchmaking, and only marginally more recognize it today – choosing, symmetrically, to save such a collective revelation for the very moment their powerlessness to alter it achieves fullness and perfection (with writer David Avila a noble exception).

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The May morning of 2015’s knockout of the year, the Saturday Mexican Saul “Canelo” Alvarez spearchiseled Texan James “Mandingo Warrior” Kirkland in Houston, brought merely one concern about a tardy arrival at the ballpark: There mightn’t be time for socializing and reminiscing with writers Kelsey McCarson, a fellow Texan, and David Greisman – not a fellow Texan but doing his level best that week to be one.

My fears were misplaced. The endless and uninspired undercard offered plenty of time for chatting and sharing a photo on the grass roamed by Astros outfielders. Seated directly in front of me, too, was Welshman Anson Wainwright, once a contributor to this very site and today a regular contributor to The Ring’s always engrossing “Best I Faced” series.

The ranks have thinned since my first visit to pressrow in 2004, and in the next five years the PBC’s subversion of media access will end either the PBC or pressrow, but wherever more than a halfdozen writers are gathered at a Texas fightcard, good health and good humor shall remain the rule.

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The May morning of 2015’s knockout of the year, the Saturday Mexican Saul “Canelo” Alvarez spearchiseled Texan James “Mandingo Warrior” Kirkland in Houston, anyone who told you he was sure what to expect from Kirkland was embellishing the case a bit. Kirkland had done his preparations with San Antonio’s Rick Morones, instead of Austin’s Ann Wolfe, and while it likely made no difference to the outcome – Canelo is simply a higher level fighter than Kirkland, whatever Kirkland’s conditioning – it was not the plan in March when the Canelo-Kirkland presstour made its way to Alamo City’s historic Aztec Theatre and a pleasant and plump Kirkland confidently and ominously reported his manager was in negotiations with Ms. Wolfe.

Kirkland is a known entity in San Antonio, not quite a legend but one remembered in local gyms for having manstrength even as a boy. Kirkland was the right person to make Canelo look spectacular, a lie-detector type, rough and unrelenting, one to establish quickly the difference in caliber between a champion like Canelo and a local attraction.

Canelo had not before had a man of Kirkland’s class run across the ring at him on first bell and begin hurling punches without regard for anyone’s safety, but he managed the incident as if he had, and many times. That poise is a large reason Gennady Golovkin apologists, those who’ve amplified the Golovkin-camp line for three years, the risible assertion GGG, despite never fighting anywhere but middleweight, is ready to fight any man between 154 pounds and 168, strongly prefer 2016’s superfight happen at 160.

If that fight happens, this much will be made immediately clear: While Canelo Alvarez has fought at least one man considerably better than Golovkin, and maybe several, GGG’s reign of terror at middleweight has yet to include anyone close to Canelo’s talent.

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The May morning of 2015’s knockout of the year, the Saturday Mexican Saul “Canelo” Alvarez spearchiseled Texan James “Mandingo Warrior” Kirkland in Houston, the 200-mile eastwards drive got justified by both men’s reputations and the increasingly unfortunate realization Canelo Alvarez will be the Mexican prizefighter most remembered in our current era – despite his technical inferiority to each member of our last era’s Mexican triumvirate: Juan Manuel Marquez, Marco Antonio Barrera and Erik Morales.

Because of Mexican television rights and other complexities, including their standard-issue dark heads of hair, the best fighters of the last era accomplished fractionally much celebrity in their homeland as Canelo did before his 25th birthday. Canelo cannot be blamed for that. He’s squandered no opportunities, whatever his limitations of speed and power, and he remains a prompt and courteous interview even when he does not need to be. He has far surpassed his only realistic competition for Mexico’s heart, “Son of the Legend” Julio Cesar Chavez Jr., and he’s done it with discipline and class.

Any aficionado seated ringside for Canelo-Kirkland and knowledgeable of Mexican prizefighting history – practically a redundancy, that – left the experience balancing a sentiment like this: An era of Mexican prizefighting could do better than having Canelo Alvarez as its standard bearer, yes, but it could also do much worse.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

By Norm Frauenheim

A difficult year got a lot tougher in its final week. Howard Davis Jr. died.

Davis’ death Wednesday after a battle with lung cancer was confirmed Thursday, New Year’s Eve and a sober reason to mourn the loss of a fighter who was the symbolic face of better days.

For younger generations, Davis might not mean a whole lot. Truth is, he was forgettable as a pro, which is the only part of the business that gets much attention anymore.

He was a journeyman-like 36-6-1 and was 0-3 in fights for major titles. He lost a unanimous decision in 1980 to Scotland’s Jim Watt in Glasgow for the IBF’s lightweight belt. The cards went against him in a 1984 split-decision loss to Puerto Rican Hall of Famer Edwin Rosario in San Juan, also for the IBF’s 135-pound version of the title. Buddy McGirt knocked him out at New York’s Felt Forum in the first round of a 1988 bout for the IBF’s 140-pound crown.

The pro record prevents him from induction to the International Boxing Hall of Fame. But he belongs there – just as surely Cuban heavyweight Teofilio Stevenson does – in some category for what he did and meant to the Olympics, an international event if there ever was one.

Sylvester Stallone is a Hall of Famer because of what his Rocky role did for the game. Yo, if Stallone is in the Hall, there’s got to be some room in there for Davis and Stevenson.

Davis, who died at home in Florida at 59, came from an era when Americans still watched and cared about Olympic boxing. He was on the fabled 1976 team, the best ever in U.S. history and the genesis of what would become the 1980s, a heyday in the pro game.

In hindsight, we remember the ’76 Olympics for Sugar Ray Leonard, who went on to one of the greatest pro careers in history.

In the public imagination, Leonard’s brilliance as a pro seemed to heighten his status as the star of that American team.

Forgotten, however, is that Leonard wasn’t even voted the most outstanding boxer of those Games. Davis, the gold medalist at 132 pounds, was.

He got a trophy called the Val Barker Award. For the record, Barker was the UK’s amateur heavyweight champion in 1891, five years before the modern Olympics began in 1896. I didn’t know who Barker was. I’m not sure anybody does, not even the winners.

It would be unfair to Barker’s descendants to ask that the Award be re-named for Davis. But it is fair to ask that the International Olympic Committee and/or USOC somehow remember Davis with an award in his name. Nobody has exemplified the Barker exemplifies more than Davis.

Three days before his first Olympic bout, his mom, Catherine, died from a heart attack. That part of the story and more has always made me think of Davis as the true face of that ‘76 team.

He fought without an agenda or an eye on what a gold medal might be worth to him as pro. At the sound of an opening bell, it was only clear that he fought because he loved it. At ringside, Howard Cosell noticed. The iconic broadcaster marveled at a dance highlighted by the choreographed balance between hand speed and footwork. Cosell compared him to Ali.

In Davis, there was a genuine expression of joy that has somehow been extinguished in the chase for money. Yet, he was nobody’s fool, either.

“Europeans take a lot of punches,’’ he told Sports Illustrated in 1976. “They get cut and looking ugly is just part of the day’s work. But I don’t want to be ugly. I’m not crazy.’’

Wasn’t angry, either.

Even after a disappointing pro career, there were few complaints. Even after the shock of being diagnosed with cancer last summer, he vowed to fight on. He seemed to say it as though he was looking forward to making cancer miss. It didn’t. Rest In Peace, Howard Davis Jr. I wouldn’t have been a fan without you.

By Bart Barry–

The May morning of 2015’s knockout of the year, the Saturday Mexican Saul “Canelo” Alvarez spearchiseled Texan James “Mandingo Warrior” Kirkland in Houston, catalyzed no thoughts of making the 150-minute eastwards trek from Alamo City to Minute Maid Park, home of Major League Baseball’s Astros, a stadium with a functional train in left field in homage to its location on the hallowed grounds of a hundred-year-old station. The stadium, celebrating its fourth and surely not final appellation, was christened “Enron Field” 15 years ago – back when energy arbitrage, electronically creating shortages and satisfying them at usurious prices, eGouging as it were, appeared to Wall Street like the industry to make America great again.

The usual credentials hassle handled by fightweek intervention from a powerful editor, a man so respected I was seated onfield under the opening of the opening rooftop, I celebrated my newly unprecedented access by not beginning the 2 1/2-hour drive from San Antonio till after the opening bell of an eight-hour fightcard rang on its cavernous park.

There was an enormous Chinese heavyweight on the undercard, a 7-foot and 280-pound Dong, he may even have been co-main, but he was so dreadful, and what followed was so excellent, the enormous Dong barely got written to the hard drive.

San Antonio promoter Mike Battah, the man who put more than 40,000 folks in Alamodome for Alvarez-Trout, invariably expected a better turnout for Alvarez-FellowTexan than he got, but blessings be rained upon him, he was deep in the PBC fold before the year was out, anyway, scared neither by public uninterest nor oversized venues (he rented AT&T Center for NBC’s December PBC broadcast).

Kirkland swarmed Alvarez at the opening bell, acquitting himself more savagely than insiders feared he mightn’t – so often veteran aggressors choose matches like these to apply singleply boxing skills, making the young champion hunt instead of defend – and Alvarez demonstrated composure appropriate to his record more than age.

Canelo iced Kirkland spectacularly before 31,000 Texans in round 3.

There’s a presence about Alvarez – these things begin with selfbelief and color in the details later – that speaks to a pair of ideas at first not apparently kin: mythology and confidence.

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The May morning of 2015’s knockout of the year, the Saturday Mexican Saul “Canelo” Alvarez spearchiseled Texan James “Mandingo Warrior” Kirkland in Houston, was not facinorous humid as feared when the match got announced, in fact, for as long as it took to open the rooftop, blow papers about, wet the bluemat, and close the rooftop, the May breeze off the Gulf was not facinorous at all.

In lieu of a mediacenter vending machine, the promoter gave each writer a giftcertificate to a ballpark vendor, and the balance bought an astrodog and cola, or nachos and change. The match happened a week after The Fight Boxing May Never Forgive, a legacymaking bore between Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao, a humiliating affair for all but one man and his advisor, and a humbling affair for the compliant media in attendance – men who knew the match would suck but didn’t dare opine so publicly lest their unassigned fightweek access remain unassigned come fightday.

Perhaps Kirkland was handpicked an opponent for Alvarez as critics insisted he was, but surely the tricky Austin Trout and dreadful Erislandy Lara were not, and Alvarez made fisticuffs with them willingly as he did with the Texan Mandingo.

What Alvarez came in boxing knowing still better than his promoter Oscar De La Hoya, who knew it rather well himself, is th’t we do not believe myths because they are true; myths become true when we believe them. Alvarez came to America believing his own myth, and excepting only his disgraceful showing against Money May, Alvarez, in both the opponents he’s selected and the way he’s undone them, has satisfied the requirements of his post.

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The May morning of 2015’s knockout of the year, the Saturday Mexican Saul “Canelo” Alvarez spearchiseled Texan James “Mandingo Warrior” Kirkland in Houston, there was some question if Kirkland’s ferocity mightn’t give Alvarez a momentary fright, but it didn’t, whatever Kirkland claimed after the match about a brief exchange in the first round. Kirkland’s conditioning was a certainty to no one, his relationship with mentor Ann Wolfe switched to Off for the biggest event in Kirkland’s unpredictable career, and the opening minute allowed those with eyes to see an inferential chance they’d not miss:

Kirkland conditioned himself for a savage 10-minute assault and a dramatic conclusion, his hand raised or chest chinpinned, and the match’s conclusion was not surprising as its style.

Alvarez did not grindout Kirkland, keepaway jabbing till the Texan was soft. Alvarez clipped him with a hook, clipped him with an uppercut, and iced him with a telegraphed righthand he framed for photographers by exaggeratedly feinting low, halfjabbing Kirkland to the body and watching his sternum. Kirkland dropped everything, realized he’d been hoodwinked, and started a hopeless lefthook in time to complete the aesthetics, winning Canelo 2015’s best knockout by compliantly screwtopping himself ropes to canvas.

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Editor’s note: Part 2 will be posted next Monday.

By Norm Frauenheim

Bankers, Floyd Mayweather Jr., Manny Pacquiao, a handful of promoters and network executives can celebrate a year about to enter the books. Money ruled, which means it was Mayweather’s year. He fulfilled his nickname. Got most of the money, too.

But good for the business?

No way.

By definition, prizefighting is a simple enough formula. To wit: Get the biggest prize for the smallest risk. In 2015, Mayweather played that one out better than anyone ever has. As the year ends, there continues to be unconfirmed reports that receipts for his revenue-record setting victory over Pacquiao on May 2 are still being counted. Numbers are all over the place.

We read that his final purse is $220 million, then $260 million, which would rank the money for his 12 rounds of work somewhere between the Los Angeles Dodgers ($291 million) and the New York Yankees ($223 million) at the top of baseball’s last list of reported payrolls.

Hard to know what to believe. But there he is, in Dubai one day, in a new Bugati the next and always ready to make it rain by stuffing his bags with disposable cash.

Mayweather has gone from the top of the pound-for-pound list to being the face of the one percent. Let somebody a lot smarter than a boxing writer be the judge of that. But give Mayweather credit, not that he needs it. He might not have been TBE in the ring. But he ranks as The Best Earner in history and that figures to be undisputed for a while.

In the wake of a winner-take-all model that enriched him, however, there are consequences that could confront the game with a steep price in 2016 and beyond. HBO’s Jim Lampley said it best in the wake of his dull decision over Pacquiao, whose role as the junior partner in the money grab earned him north of $150 million.

Lampley called it a cynical exercise.

It was. As the year ends, coffers are filled, yet there’s an empty feeling about what was really accomplished. Does anybody other than Mayweather think the game is better for the exercise? Didn’t think so.

A sign of that emptiness is in the year-end ritual of voting for the various awards. Fighter of the Year is the biggie. But it’s a tough choice this time. On this ballot, the dreaded No Award, always a contender in a lot of categories, is an option. Yeah, Tyson Fury beat Wladimir Klitschko, but I’d cast a vote for Donald Trump before I’d vote for an okay heavyweight who reserves most of the fury for his insults.

The guess here is that Nicaraguan flyweight Roman Gonzalez wins, but his likely election looks to be more of a concession to a brilliant career (44-0, 38 KOs) ignored until HBO finally decided to pair him up with middleweight Gennady Golovkin in a couple of telecasts

An astonishing and worrisome aspect to the Gonzalez phenomenon goes back to where this column starts. Follow the money. In 2015, Gonzalez became the lightest ever to ascend to No. 1 in The Ring’s pound-for-pound rankings. He succeeded Mayweather after Mayweather’s announced retirement following a victory in September over Andre Berto.

The dollars, however, didn’t follow Gonzalez’ climb up the pound-for-pound scale. During his reign at No. 1, Mayweather earned a minimum of $32-million a fight through his six-fight deal with Showtime. In Gonzalez’ October stoppage of Brian Viloria in his second HBO appearance and in the immediate aftermath of his introduction as the pound-for-pound No. 1, he earned a career-high $250,000. Mayweather stuffs more than that into one of those carry-ons.

For Gonzalez, the pound-for-pound title represents little more than an honorarium. The Grand Canyon-like disparity on the pay scale, however, includes a more troubling aspect. It represents a lack of investment in lighter weights that have often sustained the business during periods of transition and/or trouble. HBO’s interest in Gonzalez is promising. Perhaps, it’s the beginning of an investment.

But the long-term trend is not good. Consider this: In the two-plus decades since junior-flyweights Michael Carbajal and Humberto Gonzalez earned $1-million purses for fighting each other three times in 1993 and 1994, there’s been no raise in pay for the little guys, who in some ways are to boxing what the working middle class is to an economy. There are no good undercards without them. Yet, they’re getting paid a lot less now than they did a few generations ago.

In stature and impact, they are so small that they often don’t seem to matter. But it’s the little things that often reveal a lot about a business and these days they appear to be troublesome fly in a problematic ointment.

By Bart Barry

Among the very few benefits of the PBC’s 2015 emergence is this: We now know clarity in prizefighting’s flagship division – heavyweight, according to legend – assures the longterm health of our beloved sport exactly not at all. Having a unified heavyweight champion for the last few years did nothing to defend us from what existential threats attacked in 2015.

That means Saturday’s match between Cuban Luis Ortiz, who, despite growing to 6-foot-4 in the world’s best amateur-boxing program, we’re told by his trainer, confronts more hardships than a Thomas Hardy heroine, and American Bryant Jennings was inconsequential as it was entertaining. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.

Last week I watched Chasing Tyson, an ESPN documentary that concludes with Tyson concluding Evander Holyfield is among the five greatest heavyweights of all time, or top three. There’s a touch of selfaggrandizement in that, and everything Tyson says, but Tyson’s rather substantial point is not missed: Holyfield is underrated. Possibly. He made quite a lump of cash for a man who didn’t get his due, and as a boxer-puncher who migrated from cruiserweight, he was not destined for what raucousness attended Tyson’s ascent and reign and descent and clutch of nostalgia tours (San Antonio’s performance of Undisputed Truth, despite HBO’s sponsorship, was cancelled for lack of ticketbuyers).

It was a nostalgia tour of my own that put me before the documentary: The late eighties and early nineties were the time I enjoyed boxing most for understanding its business least. Young prizefighting fans, or sportsfans generally, likely cannot imagine this, but there was an epoch when you knew almost nothing about your favorite prizefighter but his record and tapemeasurements – just like you knew almost nothing about your favorite Major Leaguer that wasn’t oppositeside his photo on a small piece of cardboard.

Memorizing purse sizes and opponents-avoided and broadcasting networks, these things, seemingly so essential today, were not what a young aficionado did. Probably a few kids incorporated perceived pieces of their favorites’ personalities in their identities, but mostly it was not a fulltime endeavor, or if it was you outgrew it. While the five minutes given to sports on your local nightly newscast gave you a fight result, accompanied by still photos or drawings from ringside, you didn’t learn anything definite about a heavyweight title fight till Sports Illustrated arrived the following Thursday.

What about Tyson on HBO? Cable didn’t even come to our town till Tyson’s reign was underway, and there was no way my father was going to pay more for a movie channel than the network broadcasting Red Sox and Bruins games.

A goodish amount of the superfights of the Tyson era, then, happened in one’s imagination before he got a tape of the fight in his family’s VCR a month later, and if I might be forgiven the blasphemy, I’m fairly certain that in maintaining this substantially greater distance between athlete and fan, things were healthier, less intimate, less urgent. If your favorite lost, you talked about it for a day or two, the novelty dissipated, and life marched right along.

What struck most about Chasing Tyson, and here is where we meander back to current events, was how sensationally more athletic those guys were than the beasts who lumber about at the end of the Klitschko Era. Persons who like to know things, who fetishize the number of data they carry about in their heads – a metric dated brutally by the billions of things any five-yearold with an internet connection can now “know” in a halfminute of searching – multiply height and reach and weight and quickly conclude today’s heavyweights are the most dominating that have peopled prizefighting’s purpled plains.

Nonsense. Watch the speed and craft shown by Evander Holyfield and Riddick Bowe, and know the James “Buster” Douglas who fought Tyson in Tokyo would race through most of the top heavyweights today, regardless of their height and reach advantages, and Douglas is as much a trivia question now as he was a punchline back then.

That is not to detract, quite, from Saturday’s HBO fare, a main event that saw Ortiz win the proper way, knocking the stuffing out of Jennings, another American in the athlete-cum-fighter line, a man who tried his hands and feet at lots of other sports till he was too old to make money at them then began boxing at age 24 (where he eventually lost the 2009 Golden Gloves title to a heavyweight now calling himself Cam F. Awesome [who’s actually a breathing synonym for “composure” in a fight]).

Ortiz is better schooled than Americans because he came of age in an excellent system, learning from men who fed their families by teaching boxing, not hobbyist dads holding stopwatches and yelling “give me ten more!” under the auspices of discipline or conditioning, or vicariousness. When he flows, Ortiz sort of resembles a prizefighter from any weightclass other than heavy, and that is high praise indeed.

A thought experiment that bears repetition: Imagine Wladimir Klitschko reduced by a foot and 100 pounds and set across from a prime Juan Manuel Marquez or Manny Pacquiao. For how many rounds would Marquez or Pacquiao toy with him before dropping the black curtain – two? three? There was a time, the one captured in Chasing Tyson, when heavyweights were very large versions of middleweights, when you might imagine a Holyfield or Tyson, shrunken by some inches and 50 or so pounds, stresstesting Floyd Mayweather’s defensive wiles to Emergency. Contrarily, for a snicker imagine one of today’s heavyweight titlists, Deontay Wilder, six inches and 60 pounds smaller and set across from Andre Ward. Then keep the mirth rolling by imagining a 112-pound man with Tyson Fury’s toolkit pitted against Roman Gonzalez.

Let us have no more loose talk about today’s heavyweight prizefighters belonging on pound-for-pound lists, whatever gaudy win streaks they enjoy. They are genetic lottery winners, each and every, and that’s enough – we don’t have to call them great at boxing, too.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Follow all the action as Luis Ortiz battles Bryant Jennings for the WBA Interim Heavyweight title.  The action begins at 10:15 PM ET / 7:15 PT with a Super Featherweight bout between former world champion Nicholas Walters and Jason Sosa

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Round 1 Ortiz working the body…Straight left hurts Jennings..Big left hurts Jennings again..Jennings wobbling..God body shot..

Round 2 Jennings lands a combination..right..Uppercut from Ortiz..Uppercut from Jennings..

Round 3  Big left hurts Jennings..Combination from Jennings…

Round 4 Ortiz lands a left…2 Uppercuts from Jennings

Round 5 hard uppercut from Ortiz

Round 6 Combination for Ortiz

Round 7 Body shots from Jennings..Straight right from Jennings..HUGE UPPERCUT AND DOWN GOES JENNINGS..BIG RIGHT AND JENNINGS STUMBLES INTO THE ROPES..ONE MORE SHOT AND THE FIGHT IS STOPPED

Round 1 Good left hook to body from Walters..Left to body..Hard body..left to body and right from Sosas..Right from Walters

Round 2 Hard left from Walters..Right..left to body..Uppercut..Uppercut..Sosa lands a right uppercut..Good body shot

Round 3 Walters lands a jab

Round 4 Walters lands an uppercut on the inside

Round 5 Hard right wobbles Sosa..2 rights and uppercut from Sosa..Hard body shot from Walters..

Round 6

Round 7 Hard body shot from Walters..Vicious left hook to the body

Round 8 Walters lands a right down the middle

Round 9 2 hard rights from Sosa..right on the inside..Walters lands a body shot..Hard right and left hook from Sosa

Round 10 Right lead from Walters…

96-94 Sosa, 95-95 on 2 cards….DRAW

Punches:  Walters: 281-622    Sosa: 168-873

Follow all the action as Andy Lee defends the WBO Middleweight title against undefeated Billy Joe Saunders.  The action kicks off at 5 PM ET / 10 PM in Manchester, England

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Follow all the action as Rances Barthelemy and Denis Shafikov vie for the vacant IBF Lightweight title.  The action begins at 9 PM ET with a 3 fight undercard that will feature an IBF Cruiserweight elimination bout between undefeated fighters Isiah Thomas and Murat Gassiev

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Round 1 Shafikov lands a left

Round 2 Barthelemy scoring..Trading lefts..Left from Barthelemy

Round 3 Shafikov lands a right

Round 4 Shafikov working the body…combination..2 lefts and an uppercut

Round 5

Round 6 Both guys working inside..Shafikov’s punches a little harder

Round 7 Blood from right side of Shafikov’s face

Round 8 3 rights from Shafikov…combination from Barthelemy..Hard left..Left..Sahfikov’s eye is starting ti bleed bad..Doctor looking at the cut

Round 9 Barthelemy lands a combination

Round 10 Straight left from Barthelemy

Round 11 Barthelemy lands a left to the head and body..left

Round 12

119-109, 116-112 twice for BARTHELEMY

Round 1 Left from Thomas

Round 2 Rght from Gasiev..Short right from Thomas..Straight left..

Round 3 Thomas lands a left.. 2 big rights from Gassiev at the bell—THE FIGHT IS STOPPED DUE TO THE PUNCH BEING AFTER THE BELL AND THOMAS COULD NOT CONTINUE

Round 1

Round 2 Davis lands a left to the body

Round 3 Good exchange with both landing..Hard left from Davis..2 more lefts..Left uppercut from Sanchez..Combination and left from Davis..2 more lefts…Sanchez a little wobbly

Round 4 Left uppercut from Sanchez…

Round 5 Hook from Davis…2 lefts

Round 6 Davis lands a couple jabs..

Round 7 Nice right from Sanchez..Jab from Davis..

Round 8 2 Head clashes…LEFT UPPERCUT AND DOWN GOES SANCHEZ…Hard left staggers Sanchez..

Round 9 Davis lands a jab..HUGE LEFT UPPERCUT AND DOWN GOES SANCHEZ AND THE FIGHT IS OVER

Round 1 Right from Walker..

Round 2 Uppercut from Pearson..Walker working the body..Pearson swelling on the right side of his face,,

Round 3 Left from Pearson..Good combination..Right..2 shots from Walker..

Round 4 Huge right hand rocks Pearson..Pearson is hurt..Walker battering Pearson..Pearson comes back and lands a left

Round 5 Right from Walker..Pearson landing big hooks…Big right from Walker..

Round 6 Combination from Walker…Big left from Pearson..

Round 7 2 uppercuts from Walker…Good left..Short right from Pearson..

Round 8

79-71, 80-72 and 78-74 for Eric Walker

Springfield, New Jersey: Today the IBF held a purse bid for the upcoming battle between Vyacheslav “Czar” Glazkov (21-0-1, 13 KOs) and Charles Martin (22-0-1, 20 KOs) for the vacant IBF Heavyweight World Title at their offices in Springfield, NJ, which Warriors Boxing won. The much-anticipated fight will take place on January 16, 2016 at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York. The winning bid was $1,238,000 and the IBF has ordered that the split will be 65-35 in favor of Glazkov.

Glazkov won the #1 position in the IBF when he defeated Steve Cunningham back in March so the 31-year old from Lugansk, Ukraine is excited to finally get his shot at the IBF belt in his first world title fight. He said, “I am looking forward to getting back in the ring and finally getting my opportunity to fight for a world title. I want to thank everyone who helped me get to this place in my career.”

Main Events’ CEO Kathy Duva added, “We are thrilled that Czar is getting his world title fight right away and in our own backyard! The turn around is quick, but both fighters will have the same amount of time to prepare so it’s fair. On top of fighting for his first world title,Glazkov is going to get more money for this fight than we were offered for any other fight and we won’t be tied to any future options. This is a great deal for everyone involved.”

Duva co-promotes Glazkov with Kirill Pchelnikov of Pushka Promotions. Pushka and Main Events put in a bid today but Pchelnikov remarked, “It does not matter we didn’t win the purse bid and it doesn’t matter where the fight will be. Maybe next time we will be able to take Glazkov to fight in Russia when he is champion!”

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By Norm Frauenheim-

Top Rank’s December agenda has been about finding new stars, resurrecting a couple of old ones and creating business possibilities in 2016, the beginning of what could be the post-Manny Pacquiao era.

As of Thursday, the promotional company was still waiting to hear on whether Pacquiao will fight Terence Crawford or Timothy Bradley or some name we’ve yet to hear. The repeated postponements make you wonder whether the Filipino Congressman has some other running mate, — or alternate plan — in mind for what is believed to be his April farewell.

But, as it must, the business moves forward, especially at a time when the changing-of-the-guard is moving at a rapid rate. There is heavyweight Wladimir Klitschko’s loss to Tyson Fury. There are continuing assurances from those close to Floyd Mayweather Jr. that he is happily retired and has no desire to come back.

It’s a game looking to re-load.

Over the last month, Top Rank has strung together – week after week, night after night– reasons to be optimistic about the New Year.

First, there was unbeaten junior welterweight and 2012 Olympian Jose Ramirez in a gritty decision on Dec. 5.

Then, there was lightweight Felix Verdejo, Puerto Rico’s heir apparent to Miguel Cotto, in a definitive second-round stoppage on Dec.11 on a San Juan card that included former Fighter of the Year Nonito Donaire in tough, yet back in the 122-pound title mix with a rugged decision.

The following night in Tucson, two-time Mexican Olympian Oscar Valdez was back in his boyhood home with a dramatic third-round stoppage that stamped him as legitimate contender.

The fourth item in Top Rank’s run-up to next year is now in the dangerous hands of Nicholas Walters, who like Donaire is trying to re-capture the momentum he had in October 2014 after a powerful stoppage that sent Donaire’s career spinning into recession.

Walters’ task Saturday night in Verona, N.Y., on HBO After Dark (10:15 p.m./ET/PT) looms as the toughest against Jason Sosa at 130 pounds, four heavier than the featherweight mandatory he failed to make in relinquishing his title in June before beating Miguel Marriaga. Walters won a decision over Marriaga, but it was forgettable, so much so that he was too, despite an unbeaten record (26-0, 21 KOs).

“Looking to fight the big fights,’’ Walters said Thursday during a conference call.

He hopes for three or four of them in 2016, including perhaps one against Ukrainian prodigy Vasyl Lomachenko.

First, however, there is Sosa (18-1-3, 14 KOs), a Camden, N.J., fighter who remains a relative unknown despite a run of 17-straight victories, including 13 successive stoppages, since 2012. Sosa, who had only three amateur fights and lost two of them, appears to be a late bloomer. His relative anonymity in terms of international rankings and network appearances is among his greatest assets.

“Anytime you don’t know much about a fighter, that’s a dangerous fighter,’’ said Walters, a wise man.

The buzz is about Sosa’s power. At 27, it looks as if he has learned how to use it in every lethal way. That, perhaps, helps explain why 13 of his 14 stoppages have come over the tail end of 17-fight run during the last four years.

His promoter, Philadelphia Russell Peltz, believes that Walters has never felt a punch with the kind whack Sosa can deliver. Peltz also argues that Walters’ unbeaten record and world-class pedigree can be overrated.

“There are undefeated fighters on every street corner and that means they haven’t fought anybody,’’ Peltz said.

However, Walters, a smart and entertaining Jamaican, enters the ring Saturday understanding the stakes and determined to get fans talking about him again. He’s pursuing a big stoppage.

“Knockout of the Year,’’ he says.

Then, he says he can pursue opportunities at junior-lightweight (130) and featherweight (126).

“It’s not like I was at 128, or 129 the last time,’’ Walters said. “I was at 127. I can make 126. There are a lot of possibilities at 130. In 2016, anything is possible.’’

More so, it seems, than in any recent year

By Bart Barry-

SAN ANTONIO – From a suite at AT&T Center, home of the fivetime worldchampion Spurs, boxing looks like nothing so much as the jiggling tattoos on Chris Arreola’s back.

The media section far below is three tables deep. Behind it are another seven or eight rows of seats of tickets sold as ringside, or more likely given away to valued sponsors of the promoters’ primary businesses. Three press tables deep for a card in an arena whose capacity exceeds by 2,000 MGM Grand’s. Few media tables as there are, the majority of those situated in the media section bear the nervous salesy look of the publicist, the favordoer, the tweetdeck profiler.

Omar Figueroa’s imperfections are heavier than his weight. The seriousness of his craft is the imperfection most notable – increasingly notable as the seasoning of his opponents increases. Figueroa is a high-school dropout’s Juan Diaz, or Juan Diaz if he’d spent 11th grade goofing round with his buddies at allnight diners instead of studying for midterms. Diaz hit no harder but committed more fully, and that commitment improved his balance, and Diaz, notetaking at the classroom’s front, not penning poetry to lasses in the back, understood where his feet belonged and where his shoulders best complemented those feet.

Figueroa has no meaningful jab – a bit like sending a young poet in the world without he memorizes the alphabet. Because Figueroa did not learn to jab, he makes a nervous sort of waggle with his cross, when he’s orthodox, and then he crossesover, rightfoot behind righthand, and finds himself a southpaw – discovers, really; it doesn’t look altogether premeditated – and begins waggling his now-southpaw jab, squares his feet, and hopes to harass an opponent to enervation.

Antonio DeMarco, battered six years ago by Edwin Valero, razed simply by Adrien Broner in 2012, and plying his craft more than three years removed from a victory over anyone you know, is decisioned by Figueroa on Saturday, yes – outbusied but not beaten down. DeMarco, in fact, bears the relaxed countenance throughout of an old mechanic; he knows his role, knows his wage, and knows his craft too well to let a bursting valve spray him with harmfulness. There isn’t a moment DeMarco experiences peril during Figueroa’s 36 minutes of assault.

The match is not suspenseful. Behind me, the suite fills with spirited and lubricated realty talk – the roomful of alpha gorillas sorting out what’s what in homepricing, homebuilding, tiling, carpeting, and expiring childsupport garnishments. It’s a pleasant distraction, frankly; theirs is the perfect comportment for a match that hasn’t 30 seconds’ suspense, and it makes me wish such conversations were allowed on pressrow, the sacred gathering spot for a species uncannily aware of its coming extinction.

There’s nothing serious about our sport as a PBC presentation. It is staged. The production quality in the arena is fantastic; a team of graphic artists and video specialists (and venture capitalists) in search of a subject. The digital glistening of a yellow lightsource hitting a reflective black surface, over and over and over, distracts my eye during rounds in which everyone knows what will happen.

The official attendance number comes in above 5,000. From a suite above every occupied seat – the upperdecks wear black curtains, as does the back quarter of AT&T Center’s 18,581 seats – my guess is 3,500. The suite’s salesman estimates 10,000, and the suite’s veteran trainer says 2,000. The official number is inflated, then, but not garish. Attendance figures are guidelines, but public gatherings are relative and reflexive things; performers affect and reflect congregants’ collective enthusiasm as something often called “energy” – which is decent a contemporary catchall as any. The energy of AT&T Center is measurable in flickers so few and slight they get tallied by hand. Despite diverse musical interludes, plenty of flashing indicators, and a backlighting stage that glows enormous, the South Texas crowd, one likely comprising someone who knows someone who boxes or boxed, in every occupied seat, is not roused.

The walkout bout outdoes itself. Even before US Olympian Terrell Gausha, who is decidedly awful, decisions a helpless lad named Said El Harrack, the arena is emptied. If there are 300 persons still within AT&T Center by the third round of Gausha-El Harrack, it’s only because arena staff’s hourly, not salaried.

I arrived at 7:09 PM, 21 minutes before NBC took the air, and there were hot music and cool lights and no boxing and less interest. Confirmation bias is possible: If the PBC survives, I forecast, it will be as a made-for-television spectacle conducted in venues no more authentic than Hollywood backlots. PBC contractors will compose what press there is – a great seat, and $50 for a night of Facebooking – the 2,000 seats visible by cameras will contain rafflewinners and gymrats and locally stationed military, and two undefeated fighters will not be matched.

“The reason NBC is here is because now everybody wants in boxing,” says a guy from suiteback.

The statement pierces the area’s otherwise cacophonous and sincere speechmaking about estate commissions and bargain rates for squarefeet of tile, and it does so with a sincerity of its own: If prizefighting means more to you than entertainment, if it is a fever that defines some part of your identity, the PBC’s timebuying is not ineffective. You derive affirmation from your sport’s presence on network television; your coworkers still ignore your passion, sure, but the PBC at least makes them channelsurf round it, which is greater mind than they’ve paid boxing since the 1980s.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

By Norm Frauenheim-

TUCSON, Ariz. – Jose Benavidez Jr. agreed to pay unknown Brazilian Sidney Siqueira $2,000 Friday after he was more than four pounds heavier than the contracted weight for a featured bout Saturday on Unimas’ Solo Boxeo series.

The fighters’ corner men and officials from the Arizona State Boxing & MMA Commission met a couple of times in a busy ballroom during the weigh-in at the Tucson Community Center, finally striking an agreement that saved the bout from getting scratched from a card featuring featherweight prospect Oscar Valdez (17-0, 15 KOs) against Filipino Ernie Sanchez (15-6-1, 6 KOs).

Valdez, a two-time Mexican Olympian when went to grade school in Tucson, was at 127.6 pounds. Sanchez was 127.4 for a 10-round bout on a card scheduled to begin at 7 p.m. (MST)

The $2,000 will come out of Benavidez purse, estimated to be $10,000, according to his father and trainer, Jose Benavidez, Sr., who said the contract mandated that neither be heavier than 148 at the formal weigh-in.

“The fight is on,’’ said the senior Benavidez, who said his son couldn’t make the weight because of the flu. “He got sick. But we knew this fight was coming and we felt it was important.’’

Benavidez (23-0 16 KOs), who holds a WBA junior-welterweight title, tipped the scale at 152.4 pounds. Siqueira (21-9-1, 13 KOs), who last fought at 135 pounds, was 145.6.

“I got sick about a week ago,’’ said Benavidez, whose 140-pound title won’t be at stake. “When I got sick, I was at about 154. But I had to eat while I was trying to get over the flu. That’s why I couldn’t get down to 148.

Benavidez is lobbying for a shot at reigning Fighter of the Year Terence Crawford, a junior-welterweight who is still on Manny Pacquiao’s short list for what is supposed to be the Filipino Congressman’s final fight in April. Pacquiao also is considering Timothy Bradley. He was supposed to announce his choice Friday night, but he postponed the decision.

Meanwhile, Benavidez, of Phoenix, called out Crawford during a media workout Thursday in Tucson.

“I want Crawford,’’ he said. “Let’s make it happen. I’m undefeated, young and ready. Let’s see if he accepts the challenge.’’

By Norm Frauenheim-

Oscar Valdez, one of the brightest reasons to be optimistic about boxing’s prospects in 2016, re-introduces himself Saturday to Tucson, a city that never really got a chance to know him when he first answered an opening bell.

A lot has happened since Valdez was just another restless 8-year-old who wandered into one of southern Arizona’s many gyms as if it were a playground.

Who knew that few hours of running across a mat, bouncing off ropes and toying with a speed bag would lead to two Olympics, a perfect pro record (17-0, 15 KOs) and a chance at big-time money?

It has.

In the years since leaving Tucson for Nogales on the Mexican side of the border, the 24-year-old Valdez fought at the Beijing and London Olympics, won a bronze medal in the 2009 World Championships and returns to where it all began amid a buzz about what he might do next year.

The featherweight’s Unimas-televised bout against Filipino Ernie Sanchez (15-6-1, 6 KOs) at the Tucson Community Center (first bell/7 p.m. MST) on a card including Phoenix junior-welterweight Jose Benavidez Jr. in a non-title fight is a significant step in the process from prospect to potential stardom. Valdez figures to win. The key is in how.

If he can follow up on his sensational fifth-round stoppage of ex-contender Chris Avalos last September in Las Vegas, he creates further momentum for a world-title shot in 2016.

“I am really looking forward to this fight,” said Valdez, whose mom, Gloria Fierro, still lives in Tucson. “I will have family, friends and people who have supported me since the start of my boxing career. I do feel like I am coming home and want to give them all a great fight.

“I’m ready to close out the year with a great performance.’’

Like any young prospect, Valdez is hopeful and confident he’ll get a chance to fulfill the dream he has had since he first started racing around those Tucson gyms. But he’s also patient. If the prospect stage is an apprenticeship, Valdez is approaching it like the student he was so long ago at the Manzo Elementary classrooms, which are just few city blocks from the ring where he’ll fight Saturday night.

“Of course, I’m ready for world champions, but I want to finish this year first and then, whatever comes, I’ll gladly take on,’’ said a student in a tone that also says he paid attention at Manzo and in the gym.

NOTES: Weigh-in for the Top Rank/Iron Boy promoted card is scheduled for Friday at 4 p.m. (MST) at Tucson
Community Center’s Apache Room. …Benavidez (23-0, 17 KOs) has a WBA 140-pound title, but it won’t be at stake against Brazilian Sidney Siqueira (26-10-1, 17 KOs). The bout is scheduled to be at welterweight (147). Siqueira lost a 10-round decision for Brazil’s lightweight (135) title in August, his last outing. …Phoenix Hall of Famer Michael Carbajal is scheduled to make his debut as a pro trainer on the undercard. He’ll be in the corner for Phoenix flyweight Johnny Tejerina, who is making pro debut. Carbajal has an old-school legend at the top of a list of trainers he most admires. “Eddie Futch,’’ he said.

By Norm Frauenheim-

In another sign of Arizona’s rebounding market, Phoenix welterweight Abel Ramos is one of three fighters from the state who will appear in bouts televised nationally this weekend.

Ramos (14-0-2, 9 KOs) faces prospect Regis Prograis (15-0, 12 KOs) Friday night in the main event of a Houston card televised by Showtime’s ShoBox (10 p.m. ET/PT).

On Saturday, featherweight prospect and two-time Mexican Olympian Oscar Valdez, who grew up in Tucson, and Phoenix junior-welterweight Jose Benavidez Jr. will be featured on a Tucson card televised by Unimas’ Solo Boxeo (11 p.m. ET/PT).

“I couldn’t be more ready or happy with my preparation going into Friday’s fight against Regis,’’ said Ramos, who is coming off a victory in September at Celebrity Theatre in Phoenix. “This is my first fight with DiBella Entertainment and I am already headlining on ShoBox. I think that is a testament to what they see in me and the talent that I have.’’

“…We are expecting a tough fight, the best Regis Prograis has to offer. We expect him to be very active and throw a ton of punches, and that’s what we have prepared for all camp long. I don’t know exactly how the fight ends, but I am winning it, there is no doubt about it.’’

Mateusz Masternak aims to prove he is ready to rule the World by beating Tony Bellew and reclaiming the European Cruiserweight title on Saturday (December 12) at The O2 in London, live on Sky Sports Box Office.

The Polish puncher is currently enjoying a new lease of life since teaming up with renowned German coach Ulli Wegner, as evident from his WBA Intercontinental title winning performance against Carlos Nascimento in September, and now, the 28 year old believes the time is right for him to make his mark at elite-level starting with a statement win against Bellew.

“Of course this is an important fight for me,” said Masternak. “This is a chance for me to test myself against one of the best fighters in the division and prove to everybody that I’m ready to fight for the World title.

“Bellew is a World-class opponent and I know it will be a tough test. He can punch, he can box and he always fights with a lot of heart, but his style suits me well, and my team and I have chosen the perfect game plan to beat him. I will be like his shadow – staying one-step and one-punch ahead of him at all times. If he thinks this will be an easy fight, he is mistaken.

“The European title is very important and prestigious belt, and now that I’m older and have more experience, I appreciate its value much more. This is a fight I have to win. I will give it my all and not stop until my hand is raised. I believe this will be the fight of the night, and once it’s over, everyone will know the name Mateusz Masternak.”

Ahead of their Cruiserweight clash, Masternak has warned Bellew not to attempt any trash talking, advising the 33 year-old to ‘save his strength’ for the ring.

“I’ve seen Bellew try to intimidate his opponents before but I’m sure he’s clever enough not to attempt this with me,” says ‘The Master’. “This sort of empty aggression and trash talking has no effect on me. Instead of trying to fight me at the press conference or the weigh-in, Bellew should save his strength, because he will need it in the ring!”

Masternak’s clash with Bellew is part of a huge night of action at The O2, topped by Anthony Joshua MBE taking on bitter rival Dillian Whyte for the British and Commonwealth Heavyweight titles.

Chris Eubank Jr and Spike O’Sullivan meet in a final eliminator for the WBA World Middleweight title, Kevin Mitchell meets Ismael Barroso for the WBA Interim Lightweight title with the winner facing newly crowned WBA supremo Anthony Crolla, Josh Warrington defend his WBC International Featherweight title against Jorge Sanchez, Joshua’s fellow Olympic gold medal hero Luke Campbell MBE defends his WBC International Lightweight title against Yvan Mendy and Paulie Malignaggi challenges Gianluca Branco for the European Welterweight title.

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“Mechanism-based approaches are generally dangerous. The problem is that the goal of such studies is mimicry rather than true understanding, and these studies can easily degenerate into the writing of programs that do no more than mimic in unenlightening ways aspects of human performance.” – David Marr, Vision

Tuesday morning the announcement came Peter Nelson will be the new leader of HBO Sports, an outfit that still represents the most prestigious, if no longer the most powerful, influence in boxing. Nelson first accomplished prominence in our sport as a writer and aspiring Freddie Roach biographer. He is smart, scrupulous and navigationally adept. His promotion was expected.

What, then, could the passage above be about? David Marr was a brash psychology professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who, before his 35th birthday, had as many original ideas about the visual component of machine learning as the artificial-intelligence community has spawned in its 35 years since. Marr fearfully anticipated exactly what has happened: Instead of programming machines to teach themselves, technicians would make machines faster, program them with existing knowledge, and convince the laity machines were self-taught.

Two questions: Is Nelson’s professional success a product of true understanding or mimicry? And will it make a difference, either way, in his new role?

Reading Tuesday’s reports of Nelson’s promotion was unpredictably dreary work. They were mostly copy+paste jobs with written-round commentary, weblog style, and nearly no reporting that wasn’t provided by HBO itself. There were a few exceptions to this – childishly exuberant ones.

Nothing new, one says, perhaps rightly, though a tiny alarm might ring for this: Peter Nelson was a writer, and he communicates with writers, and reads them, and often pays them mind. Boxing is generally populated, or was anyway, by greedy eccentrics, men whose theories are selfaggrandizing and whose stories are entertaining as they are embellished. Nelson found partial refuge from this world in men who purported to what journalism survived in 2011 when Nelson, who’d already been a part of HBO’s selfcoverage machine, officially joined the network.

He was not hired by his boss, who left the network in 2013, or the man he now replaces; he was hired by a man who outranked both, which must’ve been a touch awkward for those involved. Nelson now reports to the man who hired him four years ago, completing a (insert cosmic modifier here) ascent that ends the Hershman Era in the same low key that defined it.

Stretching as it did to create a celebratory tone, HBO’s press release mentioned Nelson’s youth and education and a tiny increase in 2015 viewership that, one is to infer somehow, happened in correlation with the network’s featuring Gennady Golovkin and Roman Gonzalez on pay-per-view in the fall. Golovkin and Gonzalez are now HBO fighters because of Nelson’s spearheading sagacity. Golovkin and Gonzalez attracted a tiny number of pay-per-viewers in October because the previous regime was wanting, and those men are now replaced. If it doesn’t make sense particularly, it’s not supposed to; television is a flexible and fun medium about hot emotion, not sobriety.

This is the spot in a column where a writer is supposed to tap his brakes, mention the brilliance of some television folks, toss in a silly garnish about educational television, and assume an authoritative air about a medium, television, he neither understands nor takes very seriously – all in the hopes of ongoing mediacenter access to celebrity analysts, at least, and a job of his own in television someday, at most. It’s not a sensible tack for a few reasons, and the largest is this: Television is an ecosystem that knows its own, intuiting tiny markers, sending and receiving honest signals, and it knows most writers are not its kind.

It marked Nelson immediately as its kind, though, and that may bode well for the Nelson Era at HBO Sports.

At a certain level in any corporation, promotions are political happenings – the inexperienced lament this, believing as they do in what hagiographic and entrepreneurial biographies of entrepreneurs they see in bookstore windows as they walk to the cinema – and the experienced do not lament this, knowing as they do how very little actually happens above a certain paygrade. If Nelson is not now in that paygrade, he’s just below it. You read it in the sincerity of his language about collaboration; he genuinely believes the folks he now manages are uniquely talented and his job is to help them succeed. Nothing wrong with that, any talented person would cherish a boss with such qualities, but it’s altogether more political than visionary, isn’t it?

Enter Bill Simmons, a man who, if he will or will not report to Nelson, surely was not hired by Nelson. Simmons’ talents are marked by journalistic achievement more than political acumen; in telling a truth about the NFL commissioner he set a spotlight’s glare on the incestuous and interests-conflicted relationship shared by Simmons’ former employer, ESPN, and the league it pretends to cover in an objective way, and that got his employment publicly terminated and his creation, Grantland.com, vindictively dismantled.

HBO has long wanted for journalistic integrity, and a Simmons-Nelson collaboration can bring that by making Simmons something of an on-air ombudsman: Borrowing the technology with which flattering tweets are shined below the action on various networks, HBO should try a Simmons chat window somewhere on the screen during its boxing telecasts. If we’re honest, there’s nothing about Soviet-bloc fighters annihilating 20-1 underdogs that cries out for an unofficial scorekeeper anyway – how many different ways can Harold Lederman say “120 to 108, Jim!”? – and since there’s no reason to forecast any end to mismatches in the next few years, why not put Simmons in the Lederman seat and let him describe what the rest of us are already thinking? Simmons wouldn’t even need to be sarcastic or critical: When a match is awful as we already know it is, his use of, say, “. . .”, in lieu of an actual commentary, would turn the trick just fine.

Enough with the helpful suggestions. Boxing is rather diminished from what it was when Peter Nelson joined HBO. Nelson’s career already evinces navigational expertise above all. There will be no catastrophic mistakes in the Nelson Era, which means the era may well be a long one. Let us hope it navigates our beloved sport to a more fruitful place.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

With the recent vacancy of of the IBF Bantamweight title, the Bantamweight division could be wide open for a new star.  Enter 25 year-old Nikolay Potapov.

Potapov of Podolsk, Russia just recently made his American debut with a 10-round unanimous decision over Pedro Melo on October 29th in Brooklyn, recently signed with rising promoter Salita Promotions.

The win over Melo comes on the heels of an impressive 12-round unanimous decision over IBF number-nine ranked Jason Canoy of the Philippines.

Previous to that fight, Potapov won an impressive decision over tough Mexican Martin Casillas.  With those victories, Potapov is ranked number-eight at Bantamweight.

“Nikolay is a guy that people in the states will get to know quick,” said promoter Dmitry Salita.

“After Caballero missed the weight, the division opened up in the here in the United States.  Nikolay will have the platform here in America and in New York to raise his profile.  He has already shown that he can compete with the best in the world and now he just needs the opportunity and we would love a fight with Lee Haskins.  If we have to go to the United Kingdom, we are ready.”

By Bart Barry-

Saturday in Germany, England’s Tyson Fury became the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world by decisioning Ukrainian Wladimir Klitschko by official scores of 115-112, 115-112, 116-111. What few American aficionados could be bothered to interrupt their Saturday afternoons with the live telecast expressed nearly universal disgust for Klitschko’s iffy comportment and Fury’s very existence. This reaction did little but solidify the heavyweight championship as a European estate, and if it must be that, frankly, Fury’s victory brings an intriguing improvement to the terrible dullness of Klitschko’s sovereignty.

We’ve been led by a machine for 10 years. Why not try a madman?

Let’s begin with a confession: I’ve not made it to the end of a Wladimir Klitschko fight since he pattycaked his way to a ban from Madison Square Garden 7 1/2 years ago. In that forgettable match, Klitschko, four inches and 20 pounds larger than Sultan Ibragimov, moved like a man weighing with his adversary’s every twitch the primal choice between flight or fight. It was nearer an embarrassment than any defense of a heavyweight title I’d theretofore seen, and I pledged to avoid such queasiness again. Surely I’ve written about Klitschko since, boxing’s schedule being emptied as it was, is, will be, but I’ve not made it to the end of his fights.

A bit more about the choice of queasiness: There’s something perfectly awful about the way Klitschko fights. He is enormous and scared, subverting most of his inevitable advantages in size with a buttersoft chin and a tiny heart. To those who claim any man stepping between the ropes is a paragon of courage, there’s this: When Klitschko stepped between the ropes against Eddie Chambers in 2010, he enjoyed a preposterous, five-inch, 35-pound advantage and still needed 35:55 to finish Chambers. To call that courageous is to stretch the word to snapping.

Odder yet were the pound-for-pound lists that included Klitschko, as if, stripped of his extraordinary natural size advantages, his timid, jab-jab-flee-jab gambits would hold up against a dynamo like Manny Pacquiao or a time-and-space master like Floyd Mayweather – both of whom spent their primes fighting men structurally much larger than themselves. The assumption, of course, was boxing would never unearth a man big as Klitschko who could fight even a little bit, and who was not brother Vitali, allowing the myth of Klitschko as an all-timer, and it nearly happened like that.

Bless Tyson Fury for what he did Saturday. Fury is not a good fighter – that is, shrunken to, say, Miguel Cotto’s dimensions, Fury’s fighting skills wouldn’t have allowed him to turn pro – but he is a very good modern heavyweight. As a matter of fact, he’s now the very best heavyweight fighter in the world, a phrase begging to be followed by an emoticon like 🙂 or 😀

Fury is also a fighter, in the modern-British sense of the word. He wants to mill, the way Ricky Hatton and Carl Froch did, even while being less athletically gifted than his tenacious, smaller countrymen. Saturday’s match, then, featured a very limited fighter against an enormous and handsome robot programmed with a logic loop like: IF condition=perfectly safe THEN feint with jab ELSE retreat and flail. It was a wonderful exclamation point on the Klitschko Era, one that banished heavyweight prizefighting from America’s collective consciousness, enchanting only those whose passion for precision machinery brought tingles of pleasure every time their giant robot dismantled grossly overmatched untermenschen without jarring its shaky CPU.

Setting aside patriotic and ethnic enthusiasms, Klitschko, in the tradition of young and stat-obsessed fantasysports fans, pleased best those who value most being right. To borrow a tasty thing American comic Doug Stanhope once said about New York Yankees fans, cheering for Wladimir Klitschko was like going to a casino and cheering for the dealer (and then browbeating fellow spectators about how good you are at calculating probability). Klitschko was most beloved by those who entirely miss the point of competition, if not fighting itself.

Back to Great Britain. The BBC has a motorsports program, Top Gear, that is perfect as television can be. Its three hosts brazenly test and often undo very expensive automobiles, while hatching fantastic driving analogies such as: “It’s like trying to do a crossword puzzle while being eaten by a tiger!” A few years ago Top Gear featured the McLaren MP4-12C, an extraordinary engineering feat that, in every scientifically measurable way, was superior to any car you’ve likely heard of, including a Ferrari. But as host Jeremy Clarkson noted: “There’s no zing.” For all its perfection, it wasn’t fun to drive, or at least not fun as it should have been; obsessed as it was with perfection, it verily suffocated the human element, the sort of messy vitality that marks life’s richest experiences and sells Lamborghinis.

Tyson Fury is a 6-foot-9 stack of messy vitality. By his own admission he is at least manic and perhaps berserk – an abusing product of abuse no sane person should wish to see angry or drunk. He is amusingly tacky, like many things British, and relentlessly selfpromoting. But he is also selfaware; he is not a polished fighter and doesn’t try to be. Too, he enjoys the same surfeit of confidence as his countryman Froch: Until Fury stood a meter from Klitschko’s raised fists and danced with his gloves behind his back, Saturday, few had seen a delta between talent and confidence to rival the Nottinghamshire Cobra’s. But there it was.

Legend has it, winning a title makes a prizefighter 20-percent better. But Fury didn’t just win a title; he won the title. He is now the undefeated, undisputed, unified heavyweight champion of the world. That ought to make him at least 30-percent better, which should make his reign engrossing if not majestic.

Follow all the action from Quebec City, Canada when James DeGale defends the IBF Super Middleweight title against former world champion Lucian Bute.  The action begins at 9 PM ET / 6 PM PT  that will feature a Light Heavyweight elimination bout between Isaac Chilemba and Eleider Alvarez-AUTOMATIC BROWSER REFRESH

Round 1 DeGale lands an over hand left

Round 2 Bute lands a body shot..body shot..DeGale counters..Good body shot..left..body shot..shot to head

Round 3 Nice jab from DeGale..Bute lands an uppercut…Good exchange in the middle of the ring

Round 4 Right from Bute..Counter left from DeGale..Cuffing left and uppercut..Left from Bute..left..

Round 5 DeGale cut around his right eye..Bute lands a right hook…Right uppercut from DeGale..

Round 6 Cut caused by accidental headbutt..Jab from Bute..left from DeGale..left uppercut..3 rights..right hook..

Round 7 Right uppercut from DeGale..hard right..right..Left to body from Bute..Jab from DeGale..Body work..jab..Bute lands a left..

Round 8 Trading jabs…Right hook from DeGale..Nice left-right..right…

Round 9 Bute trying to work the body..right to body from DeGale..short right..nice body work..body ..counter right from Bute..

Round 10 Degale lands a combination..Right uppercut…good body work..up-jab..Left From Bute..Good Counter from deGale

Round 11 Nice Jab from DeGale..Straight left from Bute..Left from DeGale..Left from Bute…

Round 12 Trading jabs..body work from DeGale..big over hand left from DeGale..right..

116-112, 117-111, 117-111 JAMES DEGALE

Round 1 Good right from Alvarez…2 nice jabs

Round 2 Alvarez lands a right..Jab from Chilemba..Trading right hands

Round 3

Round 4 Left from Alvarez..Left..Jab..Combination

Round 5 Alvarez working the body..Chilemba lands a counter left hook..Flurry from Alvarez

Round 6 Right from Alvarez..Jab..Right..Chilemba lands a jab…Combination to body

ROUND 7 Right from Chilemba..Counter right from Alvarez…Jab from Chilemba..Jab..left hook..Alvarez wokding the body..Exchnage jabs…Counter right from Chilemba

Round 8

118-110, 115-113 Alvarex…114-114

Round 1 Granados lands a left and left to body…Imam lands a left and a jab…HUGE RIGHT AND DOWN GOES GRANADOS…Big right..Right to head..left to body..left and right…Granados in trouble..Counter right from Imam..Right from Granados

Round 2 Right from Granados…4 punch combination..4 jabs from Imam..Good right

Round 3 Uppercut from Imam..2 rights from Granados…Good body shot with the left from Imam..Sharp right..Chopping right

Round 4 Right and left from Granados. Combination from Imam…4 punch combination from Granados..3 punch combination..2 rights from Imam…

Round 5 4 Punch combination from Imam..2 punch combination..Granados working..Body from Imam..Head shot from Granados..right from Imam..Granados lands a right that backs Imam up..left from Granados..

Round 6 Combination from Granados..6 punch combination and a uppercut…Hard 1-2…Good left..Good counter right from Imam..combination…5 punch combination from Granados

Round 7 3 rights from Granados…Left to body from Imam..Left from Granados..Good combination..Blood on the face of Imam..Left from Granados..

Round 8 Granados lands a right…Imam looks tired….BIG COMBINATION ON THE ROPES…AND THE FIGHT IS STOPPED

Round 1 Abell lands a left to the head..Right to body from Rivas..Counter left from Abell

Round 2 Left and right from Rivas…Hard combination AND A RIGHT AND DOWN GOES ABELL AND THE FIGHT IS OVER

Follow all the action Live as IBF/WBA/WBO Heavyweight champion Wladimir Klitschko defends his titles against undefeated Tyson Fury.  The fight begins at 4:45 PM ET / 1:45 PM PT / 9:45 PM in England / 10:45 PM in Germany-AUTOMATIC BROWSER REFRESH

National Anthems Done

Round 1 Fury fighting at a distance..Fury lands a jab..

Round 2 Klitschko lands a jab and a jab to the body..Fury gets in a left..Klitschko lands a left

Round 3 Fury goes southpaw…and holding hands behind his back…

Round 4 Fury being more aggressive..Right from Klitschko and a left

Round 5 Klitschko cut under his left eye…Fury lands a body shot..Right..

Round 6 Fury lands a jab…

Round 7 Fury gets in a right..

Round 8 Good jab from Fury..Good jab from Klitschko..Another good jab..

Round 9 2 hard rights from Klitschko…Little left from Fury..2 body punches..Big left hook..Klitschko cut from the forehead..Little right from Klitschko

Round 10 Jab to body from Klitschko..

Round 11 Fury lands little shots on the inside..Body shot…head shot..Klitschko outside his right eye..Big left hook..POINT DEDUCTED FROM FURY FOR RABBIT PUNCHES

Round 12 Hard left from Fury..Good right from Klitschko…Left hook…leaping left hook..left hook

115-112, 115-112, 116-111 FOR THE NEW CHAMPION TYSON FURY

By Norm Frauenheim

It’s hard to know where talks are headed for a Canelo-Gennady Golovkin fight, the biggest on boxing’s board of possibilities. But there are signs that Canelo will make demands, including a problematic one about a 155-pound catch weight.

Why? Because he can.

If and when the respective parties get to the table, we’ll know HBO’s pay-per-view numbers from Canelo-Cotto. At midweek after the Nov. 21 bout, it was reportedly tracking at about 900,000. That’s a long way from the 1.5 million that Canelo promoter Oscar De La Hoya had projected. But it’s still very good.

It adds up to leverage, all on Canelo’s side of the table. In Golovkin’s only PPV venture – an Oct. 17 victory over David Lemieux, the PPV number was reported to be 150,000.

The difference between 900,000 and 150,000 adds up to 750,000 reasons for Canelo to get his way, in much the same manner that Mayweather did. Mayweather bragged about the perks and power he had. Like it or not, he used them, too.

Canelo might not brag about his newfound role on the A-side. But he’d be fool not to make full use of them.

There already have been a few preliminaries. GGG’s representative, Tom Loeffler of K2 Promotions, went to Canelo’s post-fight party and congratulated the World Boxing Council’s new middleweight champ Saturday after his unanimous decision over Miguel Cotto at Las Vegas’ Mandalay Bay.

“Gennady thought it was great performance by Canelo,’’ said Loeffler, who said GGG was in the arena for the fight.

If GGG-Canelo were to happen in May, Golovkin, first or second in pound-for-pound ratings, would be favored. With the victory over Cotto, Canelo has climbed into the debate’s top 10, but he’s in the second five.

It’s a sign, perhaps, that the 25-year-old Mexican, who won the WBC’s 160-pound title at a 155-pound catch weight, still needs more experience at middleweight.

Truth is, he has yet to face a real middleweight with first-class skill. Cotto has the skills, but he’s never been a middleweight, despite the WBC title stripped from him because he didn’t pay the sanctioning fee.

At 153.5 pounds, Cotto was half-a-pound under the junior-middleweight limit at the weigh-in. At opening bell, his trainer, Freddie Roach, said he was at 159, one pound under the middleweight limit.

As it should, GGG’s corner argues that Canelo is more of a light-heavyweight than a middleweight at fight time. He was at 170 to 175 pounds against Cotto, says GGG trainer Abel Sanchez. That’s a guesstimate, because declined at step on HBO’s scale the night of the fight. But it’s reasonable.

For now, however, the 155 mark on the day before the bout is a sure sign that Canelo is ready. Rafael Mendoza, his former advisor and manager, said that if he is a pound or two lighter, it’s a sign he weakened himself in a battle to make weight.

A pound or two heavier than 155 pounds, and he figures to be sluggish, according to Mendoza, a Hall of Famer. Canelo doesn’t have foot speed anyway. If he hits the 155 mark, however, it’s a sign that he’s in shape to move his upper body and head throughout 12 rounds. He did that, effectively and consistently against Cotto.

In the immediate aftermath of his victory of over Cotto, Canelo said he’s willing to fight GGG, yet he sidestepped the question about a 155-pound catch weight. He might have been waiting to hear the pay-per-view. That’s when he’ll really know how much power he has as boxing’s new A-sider.

By Bart Barry-

Saturday at Mandalay Bay, Mexican junior middleweight Saul “Canelo” Alvarez widely decisioned Puerto Rican junior middleweight Miguel Cotto to become the lineal middleweight champion of the world. If there were any surprises during the pay-HBO telecast, they came on the undercard – Guillermo Rigondeaux finally fought old as he looks, and Francisco Vargas and Takashi Miura made an incredible match – because nothing unexpected happened during the main event.

It’s the ferocity that counts with Canelo, and until an aficionado has been within earshot of a Canelo fight, he doesn’t know that. After four rounds in which Cotto and Canelo appeared to land an equivalent number of blows, on television anyway, analyst Roy Jones was not hesitant in his analysis: Canelo was clearly the more effective man in the match. Jim Lampley turned to big data – his buddies’ ringside Twitter scorecards – and learned they had Canelo winning every early round.

That announcement brought guffaws of disbelief from my viewing party, a group about inversely proportionate to the Mandalay Bay crowd – we had five Puerto Ricans and two Mexicans and a token white guy – with a curious exception among the guffawing Puerto Ricans: The one guy who’d been a few rows back of ringside when Canelo decisioned Austin Trout agreed absolutely Canelo was handling Cotto from the opening bell.

By round 6 it was apparent to all but Coach Freddie th’t Cotto needed a plan b, and when Coach Freddie returned Cotto to the blackmat armed only with a double-jab idea a few minutes later, a bad idea Canelo blasted crosses over, at will, Cotto decided to treat Canelo like the sort of overmatched b-level guy Cotto feasts on (excepting only Trout, a b-level guy Cotto did not feast on, Cotto’s losses come to a-level guys [or a b-level guy with an a-level equipment advantage {allegedly, allegedly!}]), and when that approach endangered Cotto’s consciousness, Cotto returned to Coach Freddie’s plan, which, in its perspicacity and nuance and adaptability, bore a frightening resemblance to Coach Freddie’s masterplan for Manny Pacquiao’s lame effort against Money May, and the only suspense that remained after that concerned the question of Canelo stopping Cotto, which Canelo simply was not good enough to do. Simply.

That’s a terrible thing to write, of course, on this, the second day of the Cinnamon Era, but aside from his impressive physicality and ferocity, Canelo is not that spectacular. And straining one’s throat to make it so will not make it so. Canelo is much, much better than anyone else Cotto fought during his rehabilitation – a vivacious union with Coach Freddie in which Cotto whispered to Coach Freddie sweet nothings about how much better things might have gone for the starcrossed men if only they’d met sooner, and Coach Freddie whispered sweet nothings to reporters and HBO cameras about the houses he’d bet on Cotto (how does one do this at the sportsbook?) – and Canelo revealed the quality of the Cotto rehabilitation almost deftly as Juan Manuel Marquez once revealed Coach Freddie’s actual improvement of Manny Pacquiao’s footwork.

If that’s ungracious, it’s also written without a hankering for a cinéma-vérité sequel to “On Freddie Roach”: The depth of Roach’s craft has not gotten shallower so much as it has splashed its way from training to marketing. Coach Freddie no longer improves his prizefighters so much as their purses; during training camp Roach sold the certainty of a Cotto victory far better than he assured it. Quite a few times Saturday, in fact, Cotto resembled no previous version of himself so much as the man anxiously scrambling away from Antonio Margarito seven years ago: face swelling, mouth agape, leadhand lowered, backhand alternately wiping and bracketing his face, four steps back-sidewaysback for every one step forwards. Aside from the obvious advantage Margarito may have had over his firehaired countryman, when they confronted Cotto, he also had this: Margarito never misspent a second of his career proving he could avoid a smaller man’s punches.

Because he couldn’t? Well, yes, but. Or perhaps, yes, and.

Margarito was an embodiment of the puncher’s compact: You hit me, and I’ll hit you, and we’ll do this until one of us is unconscious, and I don’t much care which. Had Canelo taken his gumshield more fiercely betwixt the molars and entered the same compact Saturday, there’s a very good chance he would have stopped Cotto, who showed nervous energy, ineffective nonaggressiveness, as it were, from the match’s opening minute.

There’s something like a “geometry of boxing” – Roach’s phrase – that did not fail to favor Canelo every round Cotto committed to stepping round him. More precisely put: Cotto’s circles got wider and wider as the fight progressed, which mightn’t have been a damnable thing if it were the plan, which it could not have been. If a man sets out to make as many laps possible with as little energy expended, that man should choose shorter laps and not longer ones. Cotto’s early steps-around became walks-around became skips-around became laps-around. Frankly, it’s a testament to the conditioning enhancements Wild Card fighters discover at Coach Freddie’s rejuvenating gym that Cotto stayed fresh as he did, working at a rate so much more frantic than Canelo’s.

Now we are told to ready for an epic stripping, if, according to HBO and the other handlers of the network’s middleweight champion, in the next two weeks Canelo fails to agree to open conceivable preliminary negotiations in principle for a potential fight possibly to come in the future with the undisputed HBO middleweight champion. It bears repetition: Not in this universe or the next will a sanctioning body in Mexico City strip Mexico’s most popular fighter of his middleweight title. Call it corruption or greed or scrofulous roguery, whatever, but vague as the WBC’s requirements appear, by ordering Max Kellerman to fetch his gloves in Saturday’s essential postfight interview, Canelo undoubtedly just satisfied Mexico City’s negotiation mandate, even if he shamelessly goes on to make consecutive defenses against the likes of Marco Antonio Rubio, Martin Murray and Willie Monroe Jr.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Follow all the action as Middleweight champion Miguel Cotto battles Canelo Alvarez in a Mouth watering Middleweight title bout.  The card begins with at 9 pm ET / 6 PM ET with a 3 fight undercard featuring a world title bout between Takashi Miura and Francisco Vargas

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Round 1 Body shot from Canelo..right from Cotto..Jab from Canelo..Jab from Cotto..Hook from Cotto..Hook from Canelo..Hard right to body..Body shots from Cotto..quick left hook…Right and left hook from canelo..Left to the body..

Round 2 Right from Cotto..Jab…Jab..Good counter and jab and left hook by Canelo…Sneaky right from Cotto

Round 3 Canelo lands a body shot..straight right..Good right…Straight right..Right from Cotto…Counter left and jab from ALvarez..Good jab from Cotto and another…Hard right from canelo…

Round 4 Right from Canelo…1-2..Cook lands 1 left hook to body and 2 to the head..Left hook from Canelo…trading body shots..

Round 5 Good right from Canelo..Hard left..Flurry from Cotto..Over hand right from Canelo..Hard left uppercut by Canelo..Hard right..

Round 6 Sharp right from Canelo..Good combination..Good body shot from Cotto..Good body shot..

Round 7 Hard body shot from Canelo…Good hook from Cotto..Great counter uppercut from Canelo..Cotto lands a left inside..

Round 8 Left uppercut from Canelo..Good body from Cotto..they are trading..Hard shots..Uppercut from Canelo..Hard right..Good hook from Cotto..Big right to the body from Alvarez..right to body from Cotto..Left…

Round 9 Straight right from Cotto..Trading rights..Trading left to body…3 jabs from Cotto..Hard left from Canelo..Cotto lands a uppercut..Cotto lands jabs..Quick left hooks from Canelo…and another..

Round 10 Body shot from Cotto…Good body shots from Canelo..Hard right from Cotto..3 punch combination from Canelo

Round 11 Combination from Cotto..Right from Canelo…Good left..Cotto lands a jab..

Round 12 2 big shots from Canelo and a body shot..Right hand..good body shots..Cotto lands a jab..Cotto cut around his left eye..2 more rights from canelo..left hook from Cotto..Hard shots hurt Cotto..Combination from Cotto…

117-111. 119-109, 118-110 for CANELO ALVAREZ

Punch stats:  Cotto 129-629       Canelo 155-484

Round 2  Vargas cut under right eye…Vargas lands 5 power punches..Good body shot from Vargas..Good body shot from Miura..Good right from Vargas..Good body shot..

Round 3 Miura lands to the body and head..Hard right hook..

Round 4 Straight left…Hard right from Vargas…Body shots from Miura…sTRAIGHT LEFT AND DOWN GOES VARGAS..

Round 5 Miura outworking Vargas…body shot…Right from Vargas…Body shot from Miura…Good combination from Vargas…Thudding right hook from Miura..

Round 6 Vargas coming out firing…Body shot..Good body shot from Miura…Straight from Vargas..2 lefts from Miura..Right from Vargas..

Round 7 Good left from Miura

Round 8 Left from Miura…Good body shot..and another..Right from Vargas…Hard left buckles Vargas..Punishing combo at the bell

Round 9 HUGE RIHJY AMD DOWN GOES MIURA..Vargas rocking him all over the ring..Big Body shot..BIG RIGHT ROCKS MIURA’S HEAD BACK AND THE FIGHT IS STOPPED

Round 1 Hard left from Rigondeaux..Hard body shot

Round 2 Body shot from Francisco..Quick left from Rigondeaux

Round 3

Round 4 Fans beginning to boo..Straight left from Rigondeaux

Round 5 Francisco lands a left hook

Round 6

Round 7 Rigondeaux lands a left

Round 8 Rigondeaux controlling the action

Round 9

Round 10 Hard right from Francisco

97-93, 100-90 twice for Rigondeaux

Punch stats:   Rigo 72-347    Francisco 42-228

Round 1 Rios working the body..straight right..body shot..Velez lands a left to the head..

Round 2 Hard right from Rios followed by 2 body shots..Velez lands a body shot

Round 3 Good right from Rios..Counter from Velez..Good left hook..Right from Rios..Good jab

Round 4 Rios warned for Low blows..Another warning..

Round 5 Another low blow and Rios docked a point…Good left and right from Rios..

Round 6 4 left hooks to head from Rios…Hard left hook..Good hook from Velez..Hard right..

Round 7 Hard left from Rios

Round 8 Rios lands a right to the body…Big left…

Round 9 Big right from Rios...

Round 10 Good uppercut from Rios and another..Good left hook

97-92, 95-94 and 96-93 for Ronny Rios

By Norm Frauenheim-

LAS VEGAS – Measuring interest in a fight isn’t exactly a science. It’s more a haphazard adventure. Either a so-called buzz is there, or it isn’t. For a couple of days, media prospectors were sifting though all the events surrounding Miguel Cotto-Canelo Alvarez, searching for one.

For days, not much was there. Echoes instead of real noise created doubt about the pay-per-view hopes and suspicions about fans staying away from Mandalay Bay Saturday night because of skepticism left over from the Floyd Mayweather-Manny Pacquiao mess in May.

But the empty echoes were suddenly gone Friday. Instead, there was a buzz that filled three ballrooms from crowds of fans who waited in line for three to four hours to watch the Cotto-Canelo weigh-in.

The buzz was off-the-scale amid sudden optimism about pay-per-view numbers for an HBO telecast (6 p.m. PT/9 p.m. ET) that Golden Boy promoter Oscar De La Hoya has said could approach 1.5 million.

That expectation might still be too high. But a buzzing crowd at the weigh-in indicated that a very good PPV audience is likely. Latino fans – Puerto Rican for Cotto (40-4, 33 KOs) and Mexican for Canelo (45-1-1, 32 KOs) – jammed one ballroom for the live weigh-in and two adjacent ballrooms to watch the telecast.

Both made the catch-weight, 155 pounds, for a 160-pound, middleweight title that the WBC stripped from Cotto on Monday after he refused to pay the $300,000 sanctioning fee. A sculpted Canelo was right at the agreed-upon weight. Cotto was at 153.5, which is a half-pound lighter than the junior-middleweight limit. This is a middleweight fight in name only. But it doesn’t matter.

The anticipation is real for a classic, cut straight out of the rich tradition of the Mexican-Puerto Rican history.

“They are here because they think they are about see a war,’’ De La Hoya said.

The war parallel is little tired and probably too much, especially these days with all that is going in France and Syria. But boxing without hyperbole is a fight without a buzz. Nobody would care.

At the weigh-in, the roar said — again and again — that a lot people care intensely about one fight that might take the business beyond Pacquiao-Mayweather.

The weigh-in included at least one disappointing moment. Unbeaten Randy Caballero was at 123.5, or 5.5 pounds too heavy for the 118-mandtaory in a scheduled defense of his IBF bantamweight title against the UK”s Lee Haskins. About an hour after the weigh-in, the Nevada State Athletic Commission said that the title fight had been cancelled.

Did it matter? No, not at all. If there were any complaints, you couldn’t hear them. You could hear only that buzz.

By Norm Frauenheim-

LAS VEGAS — Unbeaten Mexican super-middleweight Gilberto Ramirez came to The Strip, hoping to land a shot at the Wold Boxing Organization’s 168-pound title.

Turns out, more than just a mandatory will be at skate Friday night when Ramirez (32-0, 24 KOs) faces Gevorg Khatchikan of the Netherlands (23-1,11 KOs) at The Cosmopolitan in a TruTV-televised bout (10 p.m. ET/PT).

Middleweight champion Gennady Golovkin plans to be at ringside in what might prove to be more than just a night out as a fan.

Ramirez promoter Bob Arum said he has talked to Tom Loeffler, the executive director of K2, Golovkin’s promoter.

Arum said they have discussed a Ramirez-GGG bout next year.

“But it will only happen if Gilberto can win tomorrow night, thus preserving his mandatory challenge for the world title, and then beating WBO world champion Arthur Abraham,” Arum said Thursday in a Top Rank news release. “That’s a lot of pressure to put on most fighters’ shoulders, but Gilberto seems to thrive on it. He has said all along that he only wants to fight the best, even if it means fighting Abraham and Golovkin back-to-back.”

By Norm Frauenheim-

LAS VEGAS – Guillermo Rigondeaux is a master craftsman, yet there’s no market for his craft. He’s unbeaten and unpopular, an unlikely combination and a dilemma for promoters fascinated by his talent, yet still not able to sell it.

Yet, that talent still beckons, so much so that Rigondeaux has a second opportunity — perhaps a last chance — in a career that thus far hasn’t generated much income for him or anybody else.

The shy Cuban, a two time Olympic gold medalist, is a late addition to the Miguel Cotto-Canelo Alvarez card Saturday night at Mandalay Bay. Rigondeaux left Caribe promotions and signed with RocNation, which was looking for somebody to fill a vacancy left by Andre Ward’s withdrawal because of a knee injury.

The announcement that Rigondeaux had been added to the HBO-televised card against Filipino junior-featherweight Drian Francisco (28-3-1, 22 KOs) elicited a familiar reaction. To wit: Yawns from the crowd that had already experienced that nap.

Fair or not – and who ever said boxing was fair? – Rigondeaux is another word for dull. Early on, his name got re-written, Rigondull instead of Rigondeaux. No matter what,he did, he couldn’t escape the damning tag. Go 15-0, and fans still yaw. Score 10 stoppages, still yawns. Get mentioned in the pound-for-pound debate, more yawns.

But at 35 he’s still around, still an intriguing bundle of possibilities.

At the undercard news conference Thursday, HBO’s Peter Nelson mentioned Rigondeaux by saying his “virtuosity is unrivaled in the sport.’’

Virtuosity is nice to have. But it doesn’t buy much. Ask a starving artist, which is what Rigondeaux’s fate might be if this attempt at collecting more than applause fails.

The question has never been whether he can fight. It’s whether he can excite.

“I love Rigondeux,’’ said Bernard Hopkins, the ageless warrior and Oscar De La Hoya’s associate in Golden Boy’s joint promotion with RocNation of Canelo-Cotto. “I’just love him as fighter.’’

But can he become a reliable draw? Rigondraw instead of Rigondull?

“I think so, I really do,’’ Hopkins said. “Listen, his job is to do only one thing. His job is to kick ass.

It’s the promoter. It’s the manager. it’s the networks. We have to promote the kind of fighter who needs to be pushed out there and glorified.

“It’s up to us to say: ‘Look, this is the guy.’ If somebody says no, that’s OK. But we keep pushing. It is up to us to find the right guys for him to fight. It’s up to us to be his mouthpiece.’’

Hall of Fame promoter Don Chargin, who has helped Golden Boy promote Canelo, agrees with Hopkins. A key in trying to market a shy fighter without any evident charisma, he says, is often in how he’s matched. Find the right business partner, Chargin says and you might be able to turn him into an attraction.

“It’s tough, but you’d be surprised,’’ Chargin said.

In part, the challenge with Rigondeaux is his Cuban pedigree. He grew up within the tightly-controlled Cuban system. It creates great amateurs. With the notable exception of former lightweight champion Joel Casamayor, however, it doesn’t allow for the kind of personality that sells in the American boxing market, which always been part skill and part theater.

“Yeah, he is shy,’’ Hopkins said. “But that’s the crazy thing about it. Rigondeaux is your worst nightmare in the ring. A lot of times, it just depends on who the dance partner is. If he he’s got a dance partner who doesn’t step on his feet, then he can prove he’s as good as we all know he is.

“We’re only as good as who we fought.’’

And maybe only as good as the promoter who markets and match-makes.

By Alejandro Echevarria

Whether or not the WBC Middleweight Title is on the line this Saturday’s match between Miguel Cotto (40-4-0, 33Ko’s) and Saúl “Canelo” Alvarez (45-1-1, 32Ko’s) will decide who the lineal middleweight champion will be. If all the pieces fall in place, it will also decide who fights Gennady Golovkin for recognition as the best middleweight on the planet. That is one of the many aspects that make this fight interesting. The storied rivalry between Mexican and Puerto Rican boxers and the fact that both fighters are at (or close to) the peak of their popularity also adds to the significance of the bout.

With that being said, what makes this fight appealing to many boxing fans and insiders is that the match-up of styles suggests this will be a war. Both fighters are good boxers but both are fighters. They are usually willing to trade, they both have power and both have shown to have a fight instinct instead of the flight one.
Canelo brings more stopping power to the fight but Cotto’s recent displays as a middleweight suggest he can also hurt bigger fighters. Similarly, Canelo proved he can use his strength and aggression to overcome a more skilled boxer as he did against Lara. It is easy to imagine that Cotto’s edge in class is offset by Canelo’s youth and physical advantages leaving us with a very even playing field.

Even though odds makers have the young Mexican as a 3 to 1 favorite, boxing analysts see this as a much more even fight and I agree. I do believe that whoever wins the fight will probably do so in a convincing fashion but that will be more because of the way these fighters carry themselves in the ring than because there will be a significance difference between them as fighters. Both of them will leave everything in the ring and, as happens to most fighters who fight this way, when they lose they will do so in spectacular fashion.

Most agree that for Miguel to win he has to use his well timed jab, foot work and not a small amount of body work. Canelo should be looking to press the action. If he can impose his size and strength on Cotto, who has had problems with this in the past, he should be able to get a stoppage in the second half of the fight. This same fight plan could instead prove deadly for Saúl if Cotto is able to disrupt his momentum with jabs and footwork as this would eventually lead to openings for left hooks to the body.

Regardless of who is ahead on the scorecards after the sixth round, the manner in which these initial rounds are fought will probably determine the outcome of the fight. Canelo has to land some big shots. Otherwise he will succumb to frustration and be worn down by Cotto’s left hand. Cotto needs to avoid punishment and must conserve his energy. If he doesn’t, his 35 year-old, battle-ravaged body will not hold up for twelve rounds.

With Freddie Roach in his corner, the four-division Puerto Rican champion seems revitalized. Whether this is just a mirage or he has really regained part of the physical prowess that made him so dangerous early in his career is up for discussion but the fact that he believes it doesn’t seem to be. I expect to see a very confident Miguel Cotto use his timing and footwork to stop Canelo from putting combinations together. Alvarez will have his moments and will probably win some of these rounds but at too high a cost. Cotto’s jab will be there at all times zapping Canelo of the necessary confidence to press the action and if left hooks are landing, his stamina may very well be diminished before the twelfth round. It’s not impossible for Cotto to get a late stoppage but I don’t think it will happen. More likely we will see a Cotto, ahead on the score cards, do enough to win a unanimous. Canelo will prove too strong to go down.
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Quality of opponents – Within their last five fights, both fighters shared two opponents. They both lost against Floyd Mayweather while Alvarez defeated Austin Trout to whom Cotto lost. Against “Money” Mayweather, Cotto looked better and was more efficient but he was clearly beat by Trout whom Canelo knocked down en route to a unanimous decision victory.

Canelo looked impressive in his two stoppage victories against Alfredo Angulo and James Kirkland. Of these two, the Kirkland victory stands out because it was fought the way the “Mandingo Warrior” wanted, that is to say it was a slugfest, and still Canelo won with a “Knockout of the Year” candidate.

Regarding his split decision win against Erislandy Lara, many thought this fight could’ve gone either way. Canelo had trouble dealing with the lateral movements and angles Lara presented but nonetheless came out with a victory. In this fight, Canelo proved that he can press enough and has enough hand speed to deal with slicker boxers.
On his side, since losing consecutive fights against Mayweather and Trout, Cotto has stringed three stoppages in a row. He outclassed and out gunned an over matched Delvin Rodríguez then challenged linear middleweight champion Sergio Martínez. Martínez had gone down in his last three fights, was almost knocked out against Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. (after which he needed surgery on his knee) and squeaked by Martin Murray in a fight that could’ve gone either way. Still, Cotto looked sharp and powerful in his first fight as a middleweight.

Against Daniel Geale, a former middleweight beltholder, Cotto again looked impressive until Geale quit after going down twice in round four. It must be noted that Geale looked drained the day of the weigh-in where a catch weight of 155 pounds was set but not met by Geale.

These recent fights offer a bit of an insight into the fighter’s strengths and weaknesses. Cotto’s two losses came at the hands of slick boxers and before his switch to training with Freddie Roach. His three victories came against foes that were either not on his level or not in their prime. Canelo’s loss to Mayweather and struggles against Lara show that he also has issues with angles and speed. His victories against a diminished Angulo and a James Kirkland without Anne Wolfe in his corner were impressive but not unexpected.

If we look back at their entire records, Cotto’s is more impressive. He’s faced more undefeated fighters, more past and eventual champions and more A-level opponents. He’s also come up short on his two biggest matches (Mayweather and Pacquiao) but his experience will serve him well. Still, I believe Canelo has a slight edge based on his victories over Lara, where he edged an opponent with a wrong style for him, and Kirkland where he fought his opponent’s fight and still came out with the win. In a sport where the saying “what have you done for me lately?” is so important, Alvarez has made a statement with his three most recent victories.

Defense and Chin – Neither fighter is a defensive master. Cotto may hold a slight advantage because his footwork is more polished and effective than Canelo’s but Alvarez is definitely the stronger more resilient fighter. It helps Canelo that he is quite fresh despite having 47 fights under his belt and has not been through the wars Cotto has endured. Even though Cotto has not been cut or badly bruised in his last fights, he hasn’t been hit by a big puncher in some time.

Both fighters have been hurt by single punches in the past. Cotto against the likes of Ricardo Torres, “Chop Chop” Corley and Zab Judah and Canelo against Jose Cotto but those all seem to be in the distant past. If this becomes a give and take fight, Canelo will probably have more resilience down the stretch and that may prove to be the difference maker.

Skill an Technique – In terms of pure skill and boxing technique, it is Cotto who holds the upper hand. A decorated amateur and Olympic boxer, Cotto has proven he can outbox almost everybody (his victory over an almost prime Shane Mosley being the best example of this) when he is sharp. His well timed jab is a very disruptive weapon and carries enough pop to stun and stop the momentum for many fighters (he’s even floored several of his opponents with it).

Canelo has very good hand speed and when he feels comfortable in his stance, he can let those heavy hands go in good multi-punch combinations. Still, he has issues with moving targets and angles which Cotto could very well use to his advantage. If he freezes against Cotto, the Puerto Rican’s jab and left hook could prove deadly to whatever Canelo’s fight plan is.

At the end of the day, if Cotto could box for 12 rounds and avoid a give and take fight, he would probably come out on top.

Strength and Power – Here is another category where one of the boxers holds a clear advantage. Even though they both started at the welterweight limit, Canelo is the naturally bigger guy and seems to have a bit more pop in his punches. In his victories against Carlos Baldomir, Alfonso Gómez and most recently James Kirkland, The Mexican proved he can hurt opponents with single shots. Cotto usually needs to break down opponents before he can get his stoppages.

Both fighters can hurt each other but Canelo has a bigger opportunity of landing a single punch or combination that can determine the course of the fight. Cotto hasn’t been hurt by a single punch in some time but, has also not been hit by a big puncher in some time as well. Were they to trade punch for punch, Canelo would have a clear advantage.

Miscellaneous and Intangibles – As the name suggests, there are other aspects to consider. The last time Canelo was in a fight of this magnitude he lost and seemed frustrated by the end of the fight. Will the memories of the Mayweather fight haunt the young boxer and keep him from performing at his best? Is Cotto’s resurgence real or just the by-product of great matchmaking? Will Canelo’s lengthy training camp result in over training and drain him of the necessary explosiveness he will need to come out victorious? Can Cotto take the kind of shots that Canelo has landed on the likes of Angulo and Kirkland? And most important, are we in line to see a true classic? Out of all these questions, the one I would like most to be answered in the affirmative is the last one.

By Norm Frauebheim

LAS VEGAS – The World Boxing Council’s middleweight title belt almost looked like an item at a garage sale Wednesday during a news conference for the Miguel Cotto-Canelo Alvarez bout Saturday night at Mandalay Bay.

It was at the end of long table next to WBC President Mauricio Sulaiman, seemingly on display, but not wanted by its former owner.

“I don’t need another belt,’’ Cotto said to a group of writers before the news conference started in a nearby theater.

His wardrobe is full of them. He has won titles in four weight classes over more than 14 years. Make no mistake, another one would be nice, but not at $1.1 million, the total he would have had to pay out of his purse for the right to defend the title against Canelo.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Negotiations with the WBC fell apart Monday night and perhaps took some buzz off of the HOB pay-per-view production. Cotto said he would have been willing to pay $125,000 to the WBC for the sanctioning fee. But Sulaiman said no, which is why the belt was parked like used car at one end of the VIP table Wednesday.

The rest, $800,000, was reported to be the amount Cotto agreed to pay Gennady Golovkin. Call it a step-aside fee. For six figures, Golovkin, the WBC’s No. 1contender, reportedly agreed to step aside for Canelo so the fight with Canelo could be made in another bout in the rich Puerto Rican-Mexican history.

But there are still questions about whether Golovkin will get that reported money.

“There are legal issues,’’Cotto attorney Gabe Penagaricano said Wednesday.
Translation: You’ll probably only see a Cotto-GGG fight in court. GGG’s best shot at unifying the 160-pound title will happen if Canelo wins the now vacant WBC version. There’s a good chance that Canelo will. The popular Mexican was about a 3-to-1 favorite Wednesday.

The always-reticent Canelo had little to say about the circumstances that transpired in the financial shuffle that that took the title out Cotto’s possession.

“It doesn’t change anything,’’ Canelo said. “I am prepared to fight the best Cotto.’’

From Cotto’s perspective, there are no regrets about his old belt. No worries, either. He shook hands with Sulaiman, who after the news conference had the belt slung over a shoulder. The flap won’t affect the fight, Coto said. that generated a few headlines. The public, Cotto said, doesn’t care about ruling bodies that charge sanctioning fees for interim belts, and silver belts in countless weight classes.

“We are bigger than the organizations,’’ said Cotto, who didn’t need to say more.