A 2011, seemingly forgettable because of controversial refereeing, has a chance to get off the mat this Saturday and be remembered as the Year of the Rematch.

There’s a buzz on both coasts, impossible to ignore for the rest of us in fly-over country.

At Madison Square Garden in New York, there are super-welterweights Miguel Cotto and Antonio Margarito in a blood feud ancient Rome would have liked. At the Honda Center in Anaheim, there is Abner Mares and Joseph Agbeko in a chance to resolve the low-blow controversy that has haunted Mares in the months since referee Russell Mora didn’t penalize him.

Take your pick. I’ll take both.

It’s no surprise that Cotto-Margarito is getting most of the attention on an HBO pay-per-view card that includes another intriguing encore, middleweights Pavel Wolak and Delvin Rodriquez in a rematch of their wild draw.

Bad blood since Margarito’s 2008 victory in 2009 has been boiling, because of Cotto’s belief that Margarito used the same altered hand wraps that were found before the Mexican’s next fight, a 2009 loss to Shane Mosley.

Cotto calls Margarito a criminal. Almost as if he enjoys the role, Margarito smiles beneath eyes hidden behind ever-present dark glasses and long hair that create a menacing mask. Then, there was the licensing mess in New York, where the state’s athletic commission worried about the condition of Margarito’s surgically-repaired right eye before finally saying OK.

Add a potentially vulnerable target to an evident quest for vengeance in what looks to be a last-stand between fighters past their prime, and there’s unmistakable danger. For some, that transforms the bout into irresistible drama. For others, it’s just obscene. Hide the kids.

For the articulate Mares, there is none of the intense anger or hand-wrap suspicions that are worthy of a new television series. Call it CSI Boxing. But the bantamweight bout is every bit as significant for a young fighter on the cusp of attaining real stardom. Put simply, he has to prove he isn’t a dirty fighter. Only he can.

“I hope to win the right way so people will give me the credit I deserve,’’ Mares said at a workout a few days before the Showtime-televised fight.

Mares is smart enough to know that credit for his majority decision in August over Agbeko has eluded him no matter what is said by him or his Golden Boy promoters.

“It was more than robbery, it was Brinks,’’ said Agbeko promoter Don King, who didn’t specifically blame Mares for what Mora did or didn’t do, but also left no doubt about who he thought escaped.

The winners: Boxing in a December comeback with Cotto in a mid-to-late round stoppage after sustained blows to Margarito’s right eye and Mares in a unanimous decision with a versatile array of punches, all above Agbeko’s belt.

A COUPLE OF COUNTERS
Two words for sports editors whose newspapers have cut back on boxing coverage because they’re offended by the sport: Penn State. One more word for those same editors: Syracuse.

In an interview with RingTV’s Lem Satterfield, Bob Arum talked about how he finally convinced Cotto to agree to a fight with Margarito, a business partner whom he calls criminal. “Ultimately, money talks,’’ Arum told Satterfield. “I couldn’t have made this fight on normal terms. Just money. That’s enough.” For Manny Pacquiao-Floyd Mayweather Jr., there’s much more than enough to believe it finally will happen in 2012.

ROACH AT THE MIKE
Freddie Roach’s honesty will get some air time Saturday as an analyst for the EPIX/EpixHD.com broadcast of the WBA belt-holder bout in Helsinki between heavyweights Alexander Povetkin of Russia and Cedric Boswell of Atlanta. I’m not sure about the fight. At 42, Boswell appears to be overmatched against the emerging and unbeaten Povetkin. But the tireless Roach makes it worth a look, or at least a listen.

Roach’s favorite ringside broadcaster?

“Jim Lampley, he’s a genius,’’ Roach said.

AZ NOTES
In a postponement, junior-welterweight prospect Jose Benavidez is scheduled for a bout on Feb 3 at Wild Horse Pass Resort & Casino in Chandler, a suburb of Phoenix, Benavidez’ hometown. The card, promoted by Showdown and Top Rank, had been scheduled for Jan. 7. Benavidez’ appearance on the card is still subject to how his right wrist recovers from an injury suffered in a victory on the undercard Nov. 12 of Manny Pacquiao’s controversial decision over Juan Manuel Marquez at Las Vegas’ MGM Grand. Benavidez, considered Top Rank’s brightest prospect, was scheduled to see the doctor on Saturday.

Once-beaten Phoenix super-middleweight Jesus Gonzales has taken to social media in an attempt to lure Kelly Pavlik into a fight. Gonzales has called out Pavlik on his Facebook page. But it’s still not clear what Pavlik’s plans are. He is expected to resume training in Oxnard, Calif., after Christmas. There’s talk about him fighting Julio Cesar Chavez, Jr. But it’s not clear whether he would fight a tune-up before then. If so, Gonzales hopes for a shot at him. Pavlik’s manager is Cameron Dunkin, Gonzales’ former manager. That could be a complication.

At this time a year ago, super bantamweight prospect Roman Morales was basking in the glow of the gold medal he had just claimed at the prestigious Four Nations Tournament in France and contemplating leaving behind the amateurs for the paid ranks. Fast forward a year, and Morales’ first year as a professional should be considered a success. The blossoming fighting pride of San Ardo, California looks to put an exclamation point on his year tomorrow night in a six-round bout against Alejandro Castillo at the Chumash Casino Resort in Santa Ynez, California.

The Gary Shaw-promoted and Repo Ric-managed Morales (7-0, 5 KOs) was last in the ring on September 2nd, as he completely destroyed Cain Garcia inside of two rounds in Salinas, California. Morales would likely be looking for his ninth win tomorrow had a late October bout not been scuttled. The cancellation only means that Morales is even more prepared for Friday’s bout. “We just kept going, kept training,” says Morales’ trainer Rodolfo Tapia. “We didn’t stop at all, just kept going, waiting for the next fight.”

The next fight comes against Castillo (4-1, 1 KO) of Denver, Colorado by way of Ciudad Cuauhtemoc, Chihuahua, Mexico. Castillo could provide a stern test, as his only defeat came via fifth-round stoppage against former amateur standout Shawn Nichol in a bout he was leading on all three official scorecards. Castillo had put the first blemish on Nichol’s ledger via decision in their first meeting.

“We saw he fought Shawn Nichol a couple times,” says Tapia. “We know he is aggressive and comes forward. We have prepared for his style. [I had] Roman spar aggressive guys that come forward, throwing punches, body shots. He’s ready. He’s been doing pretty good.”

One of the aggressive guys Morales sparred in preparation for Friday’s bout was super bantamweight contender Glenn Porras (26-3, 17 KOs). All told Morales logged 16 rounds with Porras, who makes his U.S. debut in Santa Ynez. Tapia also took Morales down to Oxnard, California for another 16 rounds in two days. “We’ve had pretty good training,” says Tapia simply.

Looking back at the year, Tapia is happy with his charge’s progress. “He’s getting pretty good,” reports Tapia. “He’s had better fights every time. He trains hard. We think he is ready for the next step: eight rounds. It has been pretty good progress. He’s doing a lot better at everything. He has picked up little things from the guys he has been sparring. Like this time with Glenn Porras, and before with Nonito [Donaire]. He’s learned a lot from them.”

Morales aims to put everything he has learned in the gym on display tomorrow and finish his first year as a professional strong.

Tickets for the event, promoted by Gary Shaw Productions, are available online at StarTickets.com.

Photo by Stephanie Trapp

Saturday’s rematch between Mexican Antonio Margarito and Puerto Rican Miguel Cotto is about revenge. It is not about establishing primacy at the kooky catchweight of 153 pounds or resolving some residual doubt from their first encounter. It is about satisfying the bloodlust Puerto Ricans feel because of the ruin Margarito brought to their guy’s career in 2008.

Once you admit this fight appeals to nothing but a sense of vengeance, you can suspend other moral considerations. And once that’s done, all the Margarito-Cotto II pieces fall happily into place.

Tuesday afternoon the New York State Athletic Commission tossed a fig leaf of plausible deniability over a few of the other moral considerations that might otherwise flash us from Madison Square Garden during Saturday night’s pay-per-view event. After a sympathetic doctor was finally located to underwrite the condition of Margarito’s surgically repaired right eye and/or orbital bone, deniability was established: If Margarito is blinded by Cotto, why, it will be an accident like any other – the very sort of thing every fighter risks whenever he dons gloves.

At this moment (as opposed to the heartfelt recriminations sure to come if tragedy strikes), does anyone besides Margarito’s wife care if the worst happens to Margarito? No. Not even Margarito cares. Frankly, he’s about to make a pretty rational decision; he’s risking the sight in one eye to make millions of dollars. Who among us wouldn’t do the same in this economy?

Margarito should not be in this fight. After a plaster-like substance was found on pads placed over his knuckles before a 2009 match with Shane Mosley, Margarito was stretched by Mosley and banned from the sport. He earned a pay-per-view fight with Manny Pacquiao 22 months later by acquiring a phony light middleweight title and being a Mexican expected to draw countrymen to Cowboys Stadium, where he was summarily undone by a man structurally not 2/3 his size. He earned Saturday’s fight by having two surgeries.

Margarito’s only real qualification for facing Cotto is the ire he now causes Puerto Ricans. That ire comes from the universally held suspicion Margarito used the very same pads against Cotto he was about to use against Mosley. If you were in MGM Grand Garden Arena on July 26, 2008 and happened to look at the screen above the ring and see Cotto’s misshapen face, it was probably the first image that came in your mind when, five months later, you learned what happened in Margarito’s dressing room before his fight with Mosley.

If that is conjecture, it is conjecture of the most damning sort, something no amount of pettifogging by Margarito’s lawyers can undo. Witnesses to Margarito-Cotto I know what they saw, know how much it meant to them at the time, pro or con, and know what Margarito did to their memories is unforgivable.

Cotto has not been the same since his match with Margarito. He says he was criminally assaulted in their first fight. Whatever else Cotto might be, he is decidedly not a salesman; he would rather see Margarito in jail than across a boxing ring from him.

Because this fight is about Puerto Rican vengeance, it could not logically happen anywhere but Madison Square Garden, Cotto’s home field. When the NYSAC began its bluster routine a couple weeks back, there was talk about other venues in other states. But this fight was destined for New York or bust.

How do we know that? Miguel Cotto told us.

In an ill-advised Tuesday conference call, an event to have Cotto tell us only that he felt strong, Cotto was asked about the still-festering controversy concerning his fight’s venue. Cotto knew of no controversy; if the NYSAC didn’t license Margarito, Cotto would not fight him. Promoter Bob Arum then declared his own conference call “really not appropriate” and told his publicist to end it.

Which brings us to a note about media access: Beware of promoters bearing scoops.

Two weeks ago, during Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. fightweek festivities in Houston, a reporter from a prominent magazine misunderstood the access Arum granted him. He wrote about alternate Margarito-Cotto II venues in states far-flung as Colorado and Mississippi. He was aflutter with possible venue changes and proud to breakfast with Arum. But his only real role was to be Arum’s megaphone as the wily old promoter applied pressure to the politically appointed folks hovering round the NYSAC’s licensing decision.

One of the ironies of Margarito’s post-Mosley career is that Arum has been more comfortable playing villain than Margarito has. Margarito wears the dark glasses and makes fun of Cotto’s whining, sure, but it’s obvious to anyone who knows Margarito that he desperately wants to be liked, not hated. Margarito’s transformation from the beloved figure he was after beating Cotto to the infamous character he now plays makes as much sense to him as those agility drills he does on HBO’s “24/7” program, and twice as much sense as whatever he’s supposed to be accomplishing with that slip rope they keep stringing across the ring posts.

Margarito’s role Saturday is to be easy for Cotto to hit. Sans hardening agent on his middle knuckles, it is unlikely Margarito will punch with force enough to stop Cotto a second time. Cotto would certainly like to beat Margarito or even stop him – it would confirm everything Cotto believes happened to his career – but it is not what is most important to him.

What is most important to Cotto is not being stopped by Margarito a second time. Do not expect, then, some frenzied and grudge-induced attack in the center of the ring. Expect Cotto to move and box like a man who does not want to find his legs gone in round 9, would very much like to win, and hopes he might do to Margarito what Mosley did.

Expect, in other words, revenge served cold: Cotto, UD-12.

Bart Barry can be reached at bart.barrys.email (at) gmail.com

Undefeated Light Heavyweight Seanie Monaghan returns to action on December 3rd as part of the big Miguel Cotto – Antonio Margarito rematch undercard. Monaghan (10-0, 7 KO’s) has become one of the most popular prospects in New York and will be stepping up the competition.

Seanie, tell the fans out there a little about yourself.
Where did you grow up? What was your family upbringing like? Who are your main influences in your life? How did you get into boxing and how was your Amateur experience?
My mother and father are from Ireland. My mother was pregnant with me when they moved here to NY where i was born. I’ve lived my whole life in Long Beach NY. I was surrounded by a very big Irish family, my Grandmother was one of 17 children so my family was huge. My dad and all my uncles we’re huge boxing fans, they loved Marvin Hagler, Mike Tyson and Barry McGuigen. They would let me stay up late when I was a little kid and watch all the big fights. I always loved boxing but I never stepped into a gym until I was 21 years old. I was getting into a lot of street fights and my friend Bobby Calabrese brought me to a Boxing gym in Freeport Long Island. Bobby got to see my first fight (which i won) but he was murdered shortly after. I fight in his memory. I didn’t have a very long amateur career. I made it to the finals of the Golden Gloves and lost a controversial decision, the next year I lost another close one in the semi finals and decided to go pro. My amateur record was 10 and 4.

What kind of style do you bring into the ring?
When I step in the ring its strictly business, I’m a power puncher with both hands and my goal is to get my guy outta there as soon as possible without being reckless. As a boxing fan, I appreciate the skill of defense but I’m always hoping to see a big Knockout, so that’s what I try to give my fans.

Tell us about your team.
I’m trained by Joe Higgins out of the Freeport Boxing Club, the same trainer I’ve had since my first amateur fight. He’s a former Marine/Fireman and he’s really making a name for himself as a coach on the pro and amateur scene. Joe was a coach on this years Pan America games and he gets me all the best sparring available in NY with all of his connections. My manager is a personal friend of mine named PJ Kavanagh, a business man/ bar owner. He’s doing an unbelievable job with my career. I’ve been on all the biggest undercards and had experiences guys wait a lifetime for. I’m 100% confident in my team. We’re all on the same page and all very excited about our future in boxing.

You are one of the most popular fighters in New York, what does that mean to have so much fan support?
Its an unbelievable boost to have the support that i have. My home town of Long Beach has showed me unbelievable support from day one. I had 300+ people come to my pro debut. Now its more than doubled and its not just long beach anymore. My last fight at MSG a woman from Canada asked me to sign an autograph for her son because she said i was his favorite figher! That was crazy.

December 3rd is one of the biggest events of the year and Madison Square Garden will be rocking that night. How excited are you to participate on such a big stage?
Not only is Dec 3rd the most anticipated fight of the year, but it’s the 7 year anniversary that my friend Bobby Calabrese was murdered. So for me its a Huge event. I’ve never been in better shape. I’m fighting in the big house at MSG and it’s going to be a great night. Its sold out at almost 20,000 people! I’m really excited to see the main event, my wife is from Puerto Rico so we’ll be there rooting for Cotto. I’m also dying to see that Pawel Wolack/ Delvin Rodriguez rematch.

Do you know who your opponent is? What is your strategy for this fight?

My opponent is a guy named Santos Martinez from Michigan, i saw him get KOd by an amateur rival of mine so i would like to KO him faster and better to prove a point, but I’m gonna go in there cool headed and do what I always do. Box smart and if the opportunity comes, get him outta there.

There is a great tradition of Irish fighters in New York, how much of the history of that do you follow?
My family is right off the boat, we’re as Irish as it gets. My family talks about boxing at our holiday dinners. I’ve got the chance to meet and become friendly with Andy Lee, James Moore, John Duddy and Kevin McBride. Just to say i’m friends with those guys is cool enough in my neighborhood but to make my own name and be mentioned alongside guys like that would be great. I’m getting there.

You just became a father for the first time. Does that inspire you to work even harder?
My son Absolutely inspires me. I love him more than i can even describe and i want to be able to provide for him and help everyone else in my family and my close friends. I have an opportunity to make it big in this sport, i just have to stay focused one fight at a time, one training camp at a time and its mine.

What do you think about the Marquez/ Pacquiao decision?
Everyone’s making it seem like such a scandal with the Pacquiao/Marquez thing. I watched the fight and thought Pacquiao won by a round or two. I would have been alright with a draw. Marquez boxed very well but I thought he was a little too defensive. Pacquiao looked ackward at times but he did out land Marquez and he was forcing the pace all night. Marquez knew how to avoid Mannys left hand so he fight was a chess match. It was very close, I wanna watch it again because everyone seems to disagree with me on this one.

Where do you see your career going in 2012?
2012 is going to be another busy and exciting year for me. I had a late start in boxing so i’m catching up. I had 8 fights in 2011, I learned a lot and I’ve progressed with my boxing skills each fight. There’s negotiations going on now for a shot at the Irish Light Heavyweight Tile against Irish Champ Ciaran Healy on St Paddy’s Day. They contacted us about the fight and that would be a dream come true for me and my big Irish family. We’d be bragging about that forever! But first things first I gotta handle my business Dec 3rd.

Anything you want to say to your fans in closing?
I would just like to thank everyone for the support and attention we’ve been getting. I’m very proud and satisfied with the work we put in for this fight and the results will be evident on Dec 3rd.

Brinksmanship equaled salesmanship in Bob Arum’s extraordinary fight to keep the Miguel Cotto-Antonio Margarito rematch on Dec. 3 in New York. Arum pushed all the right buttons, created all of the available leverage, in moves that figure to multiply the pay-per-view rewards in a way that traditional promoting could not have.

Even a conference call, usually ho-hum, now looks like an ingenious piece of marketing a few days after Cotto said Tuesday he would fight only in New York, a comment that led to Arum’s abrupt end to the call. Cotto surprised Arum, yet helped him put further pressure on the New York State Athletic Commission in a battle that kept the Madison Square Garden fight from being moved. Denver and Phoenix were the alternate sites, a couple of options that added up to leverage at the box office. New York didn’t want to lose the business to another city.

None of this is to say that Arum, who had plenty of his own business at risk, had a blueprint for each step in the fast-moving chain of events.

Nobody could have, especially in the contentious wake of Manny Pacquiao’s majority decision over Juan Manuel Marquez on Nov. 12 and then promotional work the following week before Julio Cesar Chavez Jr.’s victory over Peter Manfredo in Houston. For conspiracy fans who believe Arum plots every move, please go back to your home on the grassy knoll.

In the end, Arum simply reacted shrewdly, countered when he had to, with money and smarts that left the New York commission with no choice but to license Margarito after reviewing medical recommendations, which were unanimous that Margarito’s surgically-repaired right eye was in no danger of permanent damage. It’s anybody’s guess as to what the messy process will do to the fight itself.

At the first sight of injury near an eye so terribly battered by Pacquiao more than a year ago, and it could be over. Expect heightened vigilance from the referee, ringside physician, New York commissioners and Margarito’s corner, especially in a fight that already includes an element of revenge.

Cotto continues to believe he was beaten by Margarito in 2008 by loaded hand-wraps discovered before Margarito’s loss to Shane Mosley in 2009.

In both HBO’s 24/7 and aforementioned conference call, Cotto used the word “criminal” in talking about Margarito.

“If you have another way to explain that, please, tell me what words to use,’’ he said.

When asked if he would target the eye, Cotto said:

“I’m going to use any advantage I think I have. I’m going to fight like always. I’m going to do my work.’’

Leave it to somebody else to argue whether Margarito should be allowed to fight at all after the hand-wrap scandal. The rematch comes with an edge that Cotto is seeking his own kind of justice. I can’t say I’m comfortable with the vigilante tone or the potential for another injury to Margarito’s eye. But I’ll be watching nonetheless, like so many others who won’t admit it, yet won’t be able to resist a drama that is part guilty-pleasure part blood-lust, unmistakably dangerous and thoroughly compelling.

AZ NOTES
· If New York said no, the Arizona State Boxing & MMA Commission planned to license Margarito. “We were prepared to, but it wasn’t 100 percent certain,’’ said Arizona commission executive Dennis O’Connell, who received Top Rank’s medical documents on Margarito’s eye on Friday, Nov. 18, the same day that Top Rank contacted US Airways Center about the possible move. O’Connell had a Phoenix ophthalmologist review the documentation. If the NYAC-appointed doctor had found problems in his examination, Arizona would have had to conduct its own exam.

· Phoenix as an option for Cotto-Margarito II is another sign of the re-awakening of a market gone dormant during the immigration controversy involving SB1070, state legislation that turned the Arizona desert into no-man’s land for Mexican fighters and sponsors for a couple of years.

HOUSTON – And there was Sergio Martinez lurking stage left, both taller and thinner than he appears on television. He was at the postfight press conference on the second floor of Reliant Center to supervise, not make trouble. Martinez’s class prohibited him from upstaging Julio Cesar Chavez Jr., calling him out or demanding his garish WBC belt back.

Martinez did not have an entourage, certainly no one stunning as the phalanx of tight-dressed chicas that followed Chavez in the converted media center. What Martinez did have, though, was presence and a star’s piercing confidence. “I would knock him out,” Martinez said quietly in his native Spanish, when asked what would happen in a match with Chavez. “Yes, he’s improved, I see a little difference in his speed, but I would knock him out, don’t you think?”

So it tends to go for Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. Even after a fight Chavez’s promoter called “the best performance by Julio that I’ve seen,” Chavez struggled for respect when his turn at the microphone came. Two seats to the left was his father, Mexico prizefighting’s greatest living practitioner. Twenty feet from Dad was the world’s middleweight champion. About all Chavez could muster in the moment was a “¡soy muy contento!” he repeated so often even his sycophantic advisor Fernando Beltran teased him.

Chavez is not ready for Martinez – the one thing everyone agreed on after Chavez’s fantastic stoppage of Rhode Islander Peter Manfredo Jr. at 1:52 of round 5, Saturday – but he’s a hell of a lot closer to being ready for elite middleweights than anyone predicted he might be eight, or even three, years ago.

After fewer than 15 minutes in a ring with Chavez, Manfredo, who announced his retirement after Saturday’s match, sounded a whole lot like John Duddy 17 months ago in a postfight press conference at Alamodome, exactly 200 miles west of here.

“You never got me down, Ray!” Manfredo said in a passable homage to Robert De Niro’s Jake LaMotta in “Raging Bull.” Then he said, “I’m happy for (Chavez), proud of him. And you should be proud of him, too.”

Everything about Chavez was better than the last time he fought. Everything about Chavez was better, then, than the time before that. And the time before that marked Chavez’s first camp with trainer Freddie Roach. If Roach’s ever-improving-Pacquiao narrative suffered some exposure by Juan Manuel Marquez two Saturdays ago, his ever-improving-Chavez narrative held up just fine in East Texas.

Chavez now has a man’s body. Nowhere was this clearer than on the Reliant Arena media credential, a laminated green card that featured a goofy-bearded Chavez wearing the small shoulders and bird’s breast of an adolescent. Saturday’s version, conversely, was clean-shaven and muscular.

Chavez throws his jab with greater meaning and effect now than he did in 2009. His right guard flies off his cheek, yes, but that just opens him to counter crosses. And what follows each time Chavez gets tagged by a right hand makes excellent theater.

Chavez is more introspective than you think. He knows you have snickered about him for eight years. He senses that American writers have glanced at his resume and joked about the war he made on the Big Ten.

He has taken all this in what sporting good spirit the world’s privileged class shows the rest of us. In public, Chavez is self-deprecating and respectful.

And then you hit him. He takes that sort of thing far more personally than an average prizefighter. It verily pisses him off, and he goes after you with a special fury members of his class reserve for aspiring usurpers. These days, too, Chavez’s right hand is wicked enough to put down an uprising.

That right hand, and the wholly improved footwork that sets it up, represent layers Chavez has added to his self-portrait. And great portraits are all about layers.

Nowhere is that clearer in this ever-muggy city than at The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston – a couple miles northeast of Reliant Arena, beside the campus of Rice University. Through February, MFAH is running a Dutch and Flemish Masterworks exhibition that features, among other acts of genius, Rembrandt’s “Portrait of Aechje Claesdr” – a well-preserved work that first showed 17th century connoisseurs young Rembrandt Van Rijn’s singular talent.

The Flemish Master approach to painting that Rembrandt learned, perfected and improved relies on the use of seven layers. Each layer – from ink cartooning to umber underlayer to finishing palette – is applied to enhance what follows. The miracle of this approach – for if miracles exist, a miracle it surely is – comes in time’s thinning effect on oil paint. Over centuries, the oils used by the Flemish Masters have lost some of their body, allowing each painting’s underlayers to shine through. Rembrandt’s paintings, then, glow with colors more brilliantly now than when he applied them almost 500 years ago. Go ahead and think of anything we’re doing today about which that will be said in the year 2650.

One imagines Sergio Martinez would be fascinated by this approach more readily than Chavez. Martinez is closer to a master prizefighter, and more cerebral. His brilliance of motion and physical self-awareness, too, dwarf Chavez’s.

But Chavez’s apprenticeship in this brutal game has been striking. As his trainer hastens to note, Chavez understands the shape and nature of a boxing ring better than his resume predicts. Chavez has neither his father’s nor Martinez’s economy of motion, but he has confidence complemented by a willingness to engage those who offend him.

“This game has taught me how to be a strong-minded individual,” said a retiring Peter Manfredo, after Chavez stopped him Saturday. “But my kids won’t even look at (boxing). I won’t even order the pay-per-view for them.”

Chavez’s dad chose differently. Boxing continues to be entertained by that choice.

Bart Barry can be reached at bart.barrys.email (at) gmail.com

Notes, quotes and random anecdotes in the turbulent wake of Manny Pacquiao’s majority decision over Juan Manuel Marquez:

· A Pacquiao fight with Floyd Mayweather Jr. will be easier to make than Marquez-Pacquiao IV if Marquez insists that it be in Mexico. In his initial frustration at the loss Saturday at Las Vegas’ MGM Grand, Marquez seemed to say a fourth fight would have to be in his home country. In an angry response to a reported insult from Pacquiao promoter Bob Arum, World Boxing Council chief Jose Sulaiman also said a fourth chapter would have to happen in Mexico. Since then, Marquez has backed off, ruling out Vegas and saying only that the location would have to be neutral. Los Angeles? Dallas? Houston? Forget Mexico. Chances that Pacquiao would say yes to Mexico City are the same as any chance that Marquez would agree to Manila.

· Sulaiman will have a hard time believing this, but Arum has been the only reasonable voice in a frenetic push to get a deal done for either Pacquiao-Mayweather or a third rematch with Marquez. Arum hasn’t shut the door on any option. What’s the rush? For one thing, it’s not even known how seriously Pacquiao was cut in an apparent head butt in a later round. He reportedly needed 28 stitches for the wound suffered over his right eye. That might take some time to heal.

· Memo to Pacquiao: The next time you fight — be it Mayweather, Marquez or Tim Bradley, get a haircut. A key argument in favor of Marquez was that his punches were more solid. From a ringside seat, the impact might have been exaggerated by long hair that bounced and flew wildly every time Marquez landed.

· From this corner, there has always been a sense that even Mexicans have been slow to give the ever resilient Marquez his due. Leave it to somebody else to rank him among Mexico’s all-time greats. Yet even in his return home, Marquez can’t win a majority decision from some of his countrymen. A complaint was filed with Mexican authorities over a political logo worn by Marquez Saturday night, according to the Associated Press. Marquez had PRI on his trunks. That’s the acronym for the Institutional Revolutionary Party, which ruled Mexico for 71 years. The Democratic Revolution Party, PRD, complained that the logo violated a ban on premature campaigns. It looks as if Filipino Congressman Pacquiao wasn’t the only politician in the ring.

· A friend, a Mexican-American and an ardent fan of Mexican fighters, watched HBO’s pay-per-view telecast of Marquez-Pacquiao at Las Vegas’ Mandalay Bay. She scored it a draw. From ringside, I scored it 115-113 for Marquez. I was one of many with the same score. It would be interesting if there was another poll of the same ringside writers after they watch the HBO replay this Saturday (10:30 p.m. ET/PT). The camera often provides a much different look.

No fracture in Benavidez’ hand injury
Phoenix prospect Jose Benavidez, Jr. was relieved to learn he did not suffer a serious injury to either hand last Saturday in a unanimous decision over Sammy Santana of Puerto Rico on the Pacquiao-Marquez undercard. X-rays in Phoenix on Sunday showed he had strained his right wrist. The 19-year-old Benavidez, unbeaten (14-0, 12 KOs) as a junior-welterweight, was in evident pain. There also was swelling on a bruised middle knuckle of his left hand. But only the right gave him trouble.

“It’s good news,’’ said his dad and trainer, Jose Benavidez Sr., who has decided against a bout in mid-December. “Now, we’re just going to do what’s needed to take care of it, get healthy.’’

If the rehab goes as planned, Benavidez Sr. said he is considering a fight on a card planned for Jan. 7 at Wild Horse Pass Hotel & Casino in Chandler, a Phoenix suburb. His son fought there in June, scoring a fourth-round stoppage of Corey Alarcon while suffering from the same injuries. The senior Benavidez said he will consult a hand specialist. He also said he will re-consider how his son’s hands are taped.

“I’ve been taping them, but if we need somebody else, that’s what we’ll do,’’ he said. “Whatever’s necessary.’’

Photo By Chris Farina/ Top Rank

LAS VEGAS – After a frustrated but triumphant Juan Manuel Marquez addressed a large crowd in the MGM Grand media center Saturday, a chastened Freddie Roach came to the dais without Manny Pacquiao. The many-times Trainer of the Year said he needed to do his job better and that Marquez – and Floyd Mayweather – would always pose trouble for his charge. A while later, Pacquiao showed up with a white bandage over his right eye.

Promoter Bob Arum introduced Pacquiao and then, citing the late hour, of all things, declared there was time for only two questions – about a tenth of what Marquez had fielded. There were no ballads to be sung, no postfight Pacquiao concert to announce. Instead, Pacquiao gave a meandering answer about the difficulty of meeting high expectations, one that ended with these words:

“The fight is not that happy.”

Well said. In the third, and least, match of the trilogy they concluded Saturday, Pacquiao and Marquez did not have the frantic exchanges that made their first two fights so rich. Instead, they made a match that demonstrated Marquez’s superiority of class and Pacquiao’s superiority of energy. It was a suspenseful but undramatic spectacle Marquez won, whatever the judges said about it.

Majority-decision, Pacquiao: 114-114, 115-113 and 116-112. That was the official verdict.

My ringside scorecard disagreed: 117-113, Marquez. I had rounds 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11 for Marquez. Rounds 3, 4 and 6 went to Pacquiao. I had rounds 1 and 12 even. Frankly, I had Marquez undressing Pacquiao in the second half of the fight. I also marked four rounds – the third, fourth, sixth and seventh – close enough to be even. Make of that what you will.

The way scorekeeper Glenn Trowbridge arrived at his 116-112 tally deserves a spot of consideration. Trowbridge had Pacquiao sweeping rounds 8, 9, 10 and 11. Then he saw Marquez win the 12th. What Trowbridge saw Marquez do in the fight’s final three minutes that Marquez did not do in the 12 that preceded them is anyone’s guess.

Here’s mine: Trowbridge goofed. That 12th round scored for Marquez is a resounding oops – a way of compensating for an 8-3 tally in a close fight. There’s likely nothing nefarious here; a ringside scorekeeper simply got overtaken by the moment and judged badly. Life goes on.

Marquez said about as much after the fight. He said he was not sure he would bother continuing to be a prizefighter. He said he knew he’d done enough to win, and that was that.

Contrary opinions will cite Marquez’s inactivity in the championship rounds. They will say Marquez was outworked. They will say CompuBox Punchstats – mentioned uncharacteristically by Arum from the dais, during a postfight stalling routine afforded more time than even Arum could fill – showed Pacquiao landing 17 more power punches than Marquez. Valid points, all.

But so is this: In 36 minutes Pacquiao did not land one leaping left cross, a signature punch thrown from his southpaw stance, while Marquez landed numerous left-uppercut/right-cross combos. Had someone told you on Saturday morning that would happen, and neither man would score a knockdown, what result would you have predicted? Exactly.

Marquez feinted forward when Pacquiao got set to leap. Marquez backed to a spot just out of range once Pacquiao got resettled and launched himself, then Marquez picked up Pacquiao’s left hand and ducked down and to the right, casting Pacquiao over his lead shoulder again and again.

It was an indictment of two myths that accrued to the Pacquiao legend in what seven matches happened after the last time Marquez outboxed him: Pacquiao’s right hand is dangerous as his left, and Pacquiao’s footwork is vastly improved.

Marquez exposed both of these as embellishments. He also exposed Pacquiao’s victories over men like David Diaz, Oscar De La Hoya and Antonio Margarito as somewhat farcical. Anyone can land a right hook on Diaz, in other words; anyone can look balletic across from a spent De La Hoya or a clumsy Margarito.

Watch the ninth round of Saturday’s match for proof. At one point, Pacquiao swims at Marquez, his feet a jumbled and crossed-over mess of thwarted aggression. Marquez, entirely unconcerned by Pacquiao’s right hand, ducks Pacquiao’s left cross and ends up five feet away from Pacquiao by taking barely three steps. It was a genuinely humbling moment for Freddie Roach, author of the ever-improving-Pacquiao narrative.

Writing of humbled entities, this city is enjoying a small economic bounce from its depressed bottom. Wherever you are, someone is talking about the improved taxi traffic last month brought. The Strip now has a vibrancy it had lost entirely by the summer of 2010. Whether this is the first sign of a genuine rebound or merely what speculators call a “dead-cat bounce” is something only time can tell.

What time might as well not tell is the winner of a fantasy match between Pacquiao and Mayweather. Saturday rendered most of that debate academic. Were they the same size, Mayweather would outbox Pacquiao more easily than Marquez did. And they are not nearly the same size.

At ringside Saturday, after Pacquiao-Marquez III, a number of respected journalists said Mayweather was the night’s biggest winner. He had, after all, just seen the little guy he dominated in 2009 box his way to nothing worse than a controversial majority-decision loss to Pacquiao. Bob Arum later caught this vibe and lectured us witling writers about styles making fights; it was the opening salvo in what would become an onslaught of “Pacquiao-Marquez tells you nothing about Pacquiao-Mayweather!” hucksterism, if The Fight to Save Boxing ever got made.

Not likely. The Pacquiao-Mayweather grape has now gone from ripe in November 2009, to overripe in November 2010, to fallen-from-the-vine in November 2011.

And a vintage Juan Manuel Marquez is to blame.

Bart Barry can be reached at bart.barrys.email (at) gmail.com

Photo by Chris Farina / Top Rank

LAS VEGAS – The bell echoed mournfully throughout the MGM Grand Garden Arena. It was boxing’s haunting version of Taps for an old soldier. That’s what Joe Frazier really was. He was the soldier with scars from old battles, yet an undiminished memory that reminded him of who he was and often what he still wanted to be.

Frazier always wanted to fight on. That was appropriate on a night when Manny Pacquiao and Juan Manuel Marquez fought on and on, from round to riveting round in the third chapter Saturday of a trilogy that ended in a way that demanded more than three.

Frazier always wanted a fourth fight against Ali. Maybe, Marquez will get his fourth after losing a majority decision loudly booed by the crowd of more than 16,000, yet probably cheered by Floyd Mayweather Jr.

On a night when he was an overwhelming favorite, Pacquiao’s mixed performance probably improved chances that Mayweather will finally say yes to the one fight few ever thought would happen, although Pacquiao promoter Bob Arum said he will try to put together Pacquiao-Marquez IV for May 2012. Pacquiao didn’t look as if he would be much of a threat to Mayweather. At least, he didn’t against Marquez, whom Mayweather beat easily.

But that’s another story for another day. Whatever happens, Marquez and Pacquiao honored Frazier as much as those 10 bells mourned his passing. They would not retreat from the stubborn ferocity that has marked their rivalry through three different weight classes and eight long years. After three fights, there’s still an argument about who is the better fighter. It’s an argument that Frazier never quit making, even though he had lost two of three to Muhammad Ali. Neither Arum nor Don King could ever put together a fourth Frazier-Ali fight.

If Frazier had been in the crowd, it’s safe to say he probably would have been cheering for Marquez. He would have identified with the determined Mexican, whose tactical skill lands punches yet has been no match for Pacquiao’s charisma and celebrity.

For Frazier, there was always that impossible fight against Ali’s own celebrity. It was the one thing for which had absolutely no counter. But who did?

There were others who tried. One sat quietly in the Grand Garden Arena crowd. Earnie Shavers arrived about an hour before opening bell. He was surrounded by fans rushing to their seats. Nobody recognized him. Shavers was just another forgotten contender from a generation of heavyweights known for an Ali who needed Frazier, George Foreman, Ken Norton and even an Acorn to help him define his time.

Shavers was nicknamed the Acorn. Not because he ate them. He looked like one. He also had enough power to crack one wide open with single punch. Ali knew that. Shavers nearly stopped him on what could have been a fateful night for him, for Ali and perhaps even Frazier.

But Shavers couldn’t do what Frazier did once in three fights, the first in his trilogy. He beat Ali.

“A good man, Joe was a really good man,’’ Shavers said as he walked through the turnstiles and for the third chapter in another trilogy four decades and so many punches after the one that has become a standard, the reference point for what a rivalry should be.

And on a night when he was remembered, Joe Frazier was also a really good lesson about how great history never dies. It just gives us another trilogy.

LAS VEGAS – Nothing other than perhaps the crowd was bigger than expected.

Middle-aged men wrapped in the Mexican tri-color, moms with babies napping in strollers and kids of every age stood in line for more than six hours to watch Manny Pacquiao and Juan Manuel Marquez step on and off a scale Friday in the formal weigh-in for the third chapter to their trilogy Saturday at the MGM Grand.

There were no surprises. Both Pacquiao and Marquez were lighter than the 144-pound limit. At 142, Marquez looked bigger than what the scale showed, yet was still two pounds lighter than the contracted weight and one pound lighter than Pacquiao, who at 141 looked like the same fighter who has conquered everyone and everything in front of him for the last few years.

If a surprise is forthcoming, it will have to be sprung by Marquez, whose reconstructed upper-body had yet to convince gamblers that he has a chance. Odds about an hour after the weigh-in Friday favored Pacquiao by an astonishing number, 10-to-1. The third Pacquiao-Marquez fight, an HBO pay-per-view bout, was scheduled because there were lingering questions about the first two, a draw and Pacquiao victory by split decision.

But the betting public doesn’t have any questions. Follow the money. It says that the first two fights don’t matter anymore. Perhaps, that’s because Marquez (52-5-1, 38 KOs) looked so ponderous in his only other fight at a weight heavier than 140 in his one-sided loss to Floyd Mayweather Jr. Or, perhaps, it’s because Pacquiao (53-3-2, 38 KOs) has looked so dominant over his last few fights. Or, perhaps, it’s the difference in age. At 38, Marquez could be a few birthdays beyond his prime. At 32, Pacquiao is still there.

“The betting line doesn’t bother me,’’ Marquez said. “I respect the audience. I respect the people who make the betting lines. It’s good for me. It’s going to be a surprise.’’

It would be a shock to Pacquiao’s fellow Filipinos, who dominated the crowd of about 5,500 at the weigh-in. They cheered their Congressman’s every move. For a while, it sounded as if the weigh-in site at one end of the MGM Grand Garden Arena could have been another Filipino province. They waved Filipino flags and mocked Floyd Mayweather Jr. with T-shirts that referred to the long-running soap opera of failed negotiations by saying: Run Floyd.

In the halls outside of the Grand Garden Arena, it was Manny mania, Manny all the time. There was Pacquiao perfume for sale. You can smell like a Congressman, too. There was Pacquiao Produce. Eat broccoli, carrots, cauliflower, and you can make weight, too.

Before stepping onto the scale, a large image of the Manilla Bulletin newspaper’s front page was displayed above the stage. In one huge headline, it asked: Pacquiao For President?

Apparently, a victory over Marquez is a foregone conclusion. Pacquiao trainer Freddie Roach often talks almost as if it is. He believes that Marquez’ heavily-muscled upper-body will eventually work against the resilient Mexican, who worked with a controversial strength coach named Angel Heredia when he admitted to a grand jury during the BALCO case that he had supplied performance enhancers to Olympic medallists Marion Jones and Tim Montgomery.

Roach’s argument is that Marquez has sacrificed speed and his ability to counter, his most effective weapon. He also has said that Pacquiao’s acquisition of a powerful right provides a punch and balance that Marquez never saw in the first two bouts, when the Filipino was essentially a one-handed – left-handed – fighter.

Pacquiao, Roach said, also has his own point to prove. He was insulted by Marquez T-shirts at a Filipino press tour that proclaimed that he, not Pacquiao, had really won those first two fights.

“Respect is the most important thing for me, the most important thing for both of us,’’ Pacquiao said.

For each, there is a version of respect at stake in Chapter III.

LAS VEGAS – Jose Benavidez Jr.’s days as a prospect means time as an understudy. There was a lot to study Thursday. At the top of the lesson plan, there were examples of what-to-do, what-not-to-do at a news conference that ended in a profane, trash-talking exchange between Tim Bradley and Joel Casamayor.

“it’s crazy, I’m just not that kind of person, not someone who wants to be talking back and forth,’’ said Benavidez (13-0, 12 KOs), a Phoenix junior-welterweight who faces Puerto Rican Sammy Santana (4-4-2, 0 KOs) in a scheduled six-rounder on a Manny Pacquiao-Juan Manuel Marquez undercard that includes Casamayor and Bradley for the World Boxing Organization’s junior-welterweight title. “I’d just rather stay quiet, show what I can do in the ring. I just don’t think people like hear all of that stuff.’’

Whether anybody wanted it or not, they got an earful Thursday. It started with Casamayor, who ordered Bradley to sit down. He ordered once, twice, three times. Casamayor was just getting started. When Bradley refused, Casamayor, a black man from Cuba, screamed a racial epithet, the N-word, at Bradley, an African-American. Even in a sport where almost anything goes, it crossed a line.

The 19-year-old Benavidez witnessed from a seat in the second row on a makeshift stage in a ballroom at the MGM Grand. One day, that could be him. Top Rank is betting he will be a star. He is perhaps their most prized prospect. If he fulfills those expectations, it is all but inevitable that he will face one the trash-talkers of his time in face-to-face encounter.

“Hopefully, I will be a world champion and get an opportunity like that,’’ he said. “When I was an amateur, I had some moments like that. I wear glasses, so guys would get in my face. But it doesn’t really faze me much. It just actually motivates me more to show what I’ve got.

“But it’s lesson. Oh yeah, a good lesson.’’

Benavidez’ most significant lessons of late have been in sparring at the trainer Freddie Roach’s Wild Card Gym in Hollywood with Amir Khan. Benavidez said he has spent a lot of time working on his jab and body punches. Meanwhile, he’s in no hurry. He likes being a student.

“It’s important not to rush things, because if I do, if I don’t learn all this basics, I won’t ever be that world champion anyway,’’ said Benavidez, the student who often sounds like a teacher.

AZ NOTES
· After Saturday at the MGM Grand, Benavidez’ next fight is expected to be in February. Day and place have yet to be determined.

· Boxing will be a Thanksgiving appetizer in Phoenix on Nov. 23. A card promoted by Iron Boy and Estrella is scheduled for El Zaribah Shriners Auditorium at 552 North 40th Street. Super-bantamweight Alexis Santiago is scheduled for the main event on card scheduled to begin at 7 p.m.

LAS VEGAS – Floyd Mayweather Jr. calls Leonard Ellerbe his advisor, but Manny Pacquiao trainer Freddie Roach calls him a go-fer, whom he likens to Pacquiao’s longtime friend and assistant trainer, Restituto Fernandez, nicknamed Buboy.

“Who’s Leonard Ellerbe?’’ Roach said Thursday during a roundtable with the trainers in the build-up to Saturday’s third fight between Pacquiao and Juan Manuel Marquez at the MGM Grand. “He’s the go-fer guy. He’s Buboy. Where’s Floyd Mayweather?’’

Translation: Roach didn’t believe Ellerbe last week when he said that there’s a good chance the long-awaited Pacquiao-Mayweather fight will happen on May 5.

Roach called Ellerbe’s comment a big tease. Actually, Roach used more colorful language than that. But you get the idea. For Roach, there’s no fight until he sees Mayweather, hands taped and gloves on, step through the ropes and answer an opening bell.

In what ranks as a mild surprise, Roach’s rhetorical slap at Ellerbe was one of the few references this week to the Mayweather-Pacquiao possibility, which has dominated — ad nauseam — the boxing conversation for the last couple of years. Perhaps, talk about Mayweather has subsided because a few people are beginning to give Marquez a real chance in this second rematch.

Marquez’ confidence is as evident as his rebuilt upper-body, which has sparked controversial speculation about his strength coach, Angel Hernandez, who went by a different name, Angel Heredia, when he admitted in testimony involving BALCO that he supplied performance-enhancers to Olympic track-and-field medallists Marion Jones and Tim Montgomery.

Marquez believes he was robbed of victory in a 2004 draw and a 2008 loss by split decision in the first two bouts. He has the style to beat Pacquiao, he says. But style can be fickle. It’s in the eyes of the beholder, or in his case the judges. Style also changes. Neither Pacquiao nor Marquez is the same fighter either was three years ago. But the basics are still there, says Marquez trainer Nacho Beristain. It’s in their personalities.

“Pacquiao is a guy who comes to fight,’’ said Beristain, who didn’t say – and didn’t have to – that Mayweather would not engage him in the kind of the battle he prefers in a 2009 loss. “In Pacquiao, he has found a guy with a willingness to fight.’’

But Roach is confident Marquez will regret what he encounters this time, in part because he has added weight and in part because he angered Pacquiao with T-shirts at a media stop in the Philippines proclaiming that he won the first two bouts.

“Manny has been a little meaner to his sparring partners,’’ Roach said. “He didn’t take well to those T-shirts Marquez wore to the Philippines. He won’t say anything. But I can tell by his work ethic that he has a little more fire in him.’’

In adding muscle, Roach believes Marquez is sacrificing quickness and abandoning his best weapon, the counter-punch.

“You don’t add muscle to counter-punch,’’ said Roach, who forecasts that Marquez will pursue an early stoppage. “He feels he wants to exchange with Manny. I would’ve gone back the other way, back to the counter-punches that gave Manny trouble.’’

A lot already has been said about Pacquiao’s acquisition of a powerful right hand since his last meeting with Marquez when he relied on his left.

“His right hand is my baby,’’ Roach said. “I said I’ll only be satisfied if it is as good as his left. And it is.’’

Another difference, perhaps more subtle, might be critical. It’s in Pacquiao’s feet. In his last few fights, he has moved across the canvas, at times almost like a spinning top.

“Manny’s footwork is the key to the fight,’’ Roach said. “He has improved immensely with his footwork. Thing is, you don’t whether he’s coming or going. He’s hard to judge.’’

Hard to beat, too, although Marquez has other ideas.

LAS VEGAS – Juan Manuel Marquez’ strength coach has been called controversial. He’s been called a couple of other things too, including two different last names, once Heredia and now Hernandez. He’s always been Angel, yet with a devil in his past. He testified during the BALCO scandal that he supplied performance enhancers to Olympic track-and-field medalists.

The guess was that he was hiding behind an alias.

But guess what? He wasn’t hiding at all Wednesday. Hernandez or Heredia or none of the above was front and center at the most public of places, a formal news conference at the MGM Grand for the third Marquez fight with Manny Pacquiao Saturday night.

Marquez even introduced him, or at least thanked him.

“Memo Hernandez” Marquez called him as stood at the podium and gestured toward the strength coach’s seat near the stage and suddenly in the spotlight.

Memo to everybody else: Marquez is forthright and open about working with the coach of many names and controversies. Perhaps, it’s an attempt to erase the speculative cloud about whether something more than pumping iron went into the bodywork that has re-defined his appearance. The Marquez camp is acting as if it has nothing to hide. It’s the smart move, but that doesn’t necessarily mean the speculation will subside. It never does. Ask Lance Armstrong.

“I want to make clear I have done a clean preparation for this fight, like I always have done,’’ Marquez said in Spanish translated into English by his promoter, Fernando Beltran.

In terms of integrity, Marquez’ record is unquestioned. But circumstances have created an almost inescapable web. Boxing fans and conspiracy theorists are almost one and the same. Without conspiracies, the game’s history just wouldn’t be what it is.

The contracted weight for Saturday is 144 pounds. Marquez has been at more than 140 pounds only once and that was in a one-sided loss by decision to a bigger Floyd Mayweather Jr. in 2009. He says he trained the wrong way to get ready for the jump up in weight. It left him sluggish. He then fought at 133 pounds, 134 and 138 in victories over Juan Diaz, Michael Katsidis and Likar Ramos.

Then, the work began for Pacquiao, who took a split decision from him at 130 pounds in 2008 and fought him to a draw at 126 in 2004. Marquez said he would train differently for the third fight against Pacquiao, his second attempt at fighting at a weight north of 140. Enter Hernandez, who was Heredia when he testified that he gave performance enhancers to Marion Jones and Tim Montgomery.

The controversy erupted when Victor Conte, who went to prison for his role in the BALCO, spotted him on HBO’s 24/7. In a tweet, Conte, who works with Nonito Donaire and Andre Berto, revealed that Hernandez had another name and links to the scandal.

Hernandez, who has a degree from Texas A&M, said Wednesday that he is suing Conte for defamation. He also ripped Conte, calling him a hypocrite.

“The guy has not only been convicted,’’ Hernandez said. “He’s a liar. It’s obvious he’s jealous. Because I’m part of boxing today, I guess he feels I’m competition again. His athletes could wind up being mine. He’s always been jealous.’’

Hernandez theorized that his college degree might a reason for that jealousy.

“He doesn’t have a degree,’’ Hernandez said.

Marquez said the strength training designed by Hernandez has involved weight-lifting, but in variety of ways and at changing weights. The idea is to retain his quickness while adding power.

Hard to do, says Pacquiao. Maybe impossible, says Pacquiao’s surprised trainer, Freddie Roach.

“I thought he’d come in at 135 and use his speed and counter-punching against Manny,’’ Roach said. “They moved in a different direction by getting bigger.”

If he has added muscle and sacrificed speed, Roach suggests Marquez will be in trouble against Pacquiao, who has added a potent right hand to power that dropped Marquez three times in the opening round of their first fight.

“I don’t think he’s going to be able to get up from this Manny Pacquiao punch,” Roach said.

A one-punch knockout from Pacquiao might be the only answer to any of the drug questions floating around in the dwindling days before opening bell. But Marquez, an astonishing 7-to-1 underdog late Wednesday, says it won’t happen, in large part because of the work he did with Hernandez. Or is that Heredia?

“My name is this,’’ Hernandez said as he tried to explain the name game in HBO 24/7. “My name is very long. My first name is Angel. I have a middle name, which is Guillermo. But in Mexico, they use ‘Memo,’ which is my nickname. Heredia, for some people, it’s very difficult for them to catch up.

“You can ask anybody here in the media sometimes they call me Heredia. Dr. Heredia. For some reason, I told you guys Hernandez, and it was easier for you guys to write it down.”

Next time, we’ll write it down with a pencil that comes with a very eraser at the opposite end. You never know when it’s going to change.

LAS VEGAS (Nov. 11) – After ripping his shirt neckline to bellybutton and tossing its remains to a group of aghast Filipino fans, Mexican Juan Manuel Marquez mounted the MGM Grand scale Friday and weighed in at the welterweight limit. Marquez’s musculature was grotesque enough to make Manny Pacquiao’s strength and conditioning coach, Alex Ariza, plead for an immediate ruling from “anyone who knows anyone with the USADA, great God!”

Now be honest. If you are a boxing fan sitting on the fence about his investment in Saturday’s Pacquiao-Marquez III pay-per-view, would a spectacle like that make you more or less inclined to buy the match? It’s a rhetorical question, frankly, for at least three reasons we’ll treat in a moment.

Tuesday brought news that a man in the Marquez camp – one known as Angel Hernandez and Angel Heredia and a few other friendly cognomens – 10 years ago provided performance-enhancing drugs to disgraced American Olympian Marion Jones. This revelation raised the possibility Marquez, a lightweight world champion who looked awful in a welterweight fight against Floyd Mayweather in 2009, had found someone to help him take advantage of Pacquiao’s skittishness round blood-testing needles, as it were.

Despite a temptation to bask in what irony the Pacquiao camp’s refusal to do blood testing may have wrought, we’re well-advised to dismiss the hypothetical weigh-in explored above.

Firstly, Marquez has been a man of integrity in our sport, one of its genuine shining lights, for a long time. He deserves every benefit of the doubt, no matter the rippling, back double biceps pose he hits on Friday’s scale.

Secondly, for all the reactionary dudgeon about PEDs sportswriters have heaped on the public in the last decade, fans, as a general rule, could not care less. We now know at least one of the stars of the Boston Red Sox 2004 World Series team was ingesting any PED he could get in his body, and yet, to this day, have you heard one Bostonian say “Boy, do I regret our snapping that curse!”?

Better yet, despite what we now know about Sammy Sosa’s historic run, have you ever heard a Chicagoan say “You know, when I think back to what happened in 2003, the possibility we might have won a World Series with the help of a PED-using athlete, I’m certainly glad we didn’t get out of the NLCS”?

Thirdly, promoter Bob Arum assured us Wednesday in two different conference calls that if, in the year 2011, we’re still fixated on steroids, why, we’re idiots.

“Many of you are really behind the times,” Arum said. “The conditioners who know what they are doing wouldn’t touch steroids because they are not as effective as the natural substances and the sophisticated training methods now used.”

There are lots of appropriate rebuttals to such a statement. A reader named Joel Stern offered an excellent one on Twitter: “I expect baseball players to start hitting 70 home runs a year again next year once they adopt (Arum’s) modern training methods.”

This year’s leading slugger belted 43 home runs. In 2001, Barry Bonds hit 73. That’s the difference between “the natural substances and the sophisticated training methods now used,” and steroids.

And before anyone offers up a loony rebuttal that boxing trainers have discovered some secret the rest of the sports world knows nothing about, he should visit a boxing gym. Eating ice chips, rubbing one’s body with Albolene and training in a garbage bag is the way most boxers still make weight in 2011. From such a laboratory next year’s Nobel Laureate in chemistry is not likely to emerge.

Tuesday’s news, though, can only help Pacquiao-Marquez III’s pay-per-view buy rate. The most commonly cited reason for not planning to buy the rubber match is that it will not be competitive because Pacquiao has beaten up natural welterweights while Marquez is not even as big as his lightweight opponents. The specter of Marquez being unnaturally large will help the fight sell because it will restore some hope to Marquez’s fans their guy has a chance.

He does. Marquez will always present a challenge to Pacquiao because Marquez has high ring intelligence and knows Pacquiao well. Pacquiao’s left cross, thrown from a southpaw stance, is his difference maker. But Marquez neutralizes that punch by doing two things other Pacquiao opponents do not: He hooks to Pacquiao’s lead shoulder, and he ducks down and to the right.

As an orthodox fighter, Marquez has few opportunities to hurt Pacquiao with left hooks to the head or body. The angles are all wrong. What Marquez has determined, though, is that a hard left hook to Pacquiao’s right shoulder spins Pacquiao leftwards, which takes away the balance upon which Pacquiao’s left cross relies. By the time Pacquiao gets resettled and launches the left cross, Marquez has time to find it and duck beneath it, sending Pacquiao over his left shoulder.

One other thing to consider is what happened when Marco Antonio Barrera made his third match with Erik Morales. Barrera had been summarily undone by Pacquiao a year before. Morales, meanwhile, was on a six-fight win streak and the larger man. As Barrera later said about their 2004 rubber match, “(Morales) came to bury me.”

Morales wanted to knock Barrera out so badly, though, that he eschewed good boxing. He held his right hand high and cocked, with no thought of defense. Barrera caught Morales with an uppercut in the fourth round and outboxed him the rest of the night, winning a majority decision.

Could Pacquiao be outboxed by Marquez? Sure. It has happened twice already. Can Marquez survive Pacquiao’s maniacal onslaught? Yes. That happened twice before, too.

But it says here it won’t be enough, again. Marquez will probably make it to the final bell, and Pacquiao will follow his corner’s instructions – something Morales never did – and win a comfortable decision.

I’ll take Pacquiao: UD-12, then – unless Marquez splits his seams at Friday’s weigh-in.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

A contentious conference call full of questions about Juan Manuel Marquez’ hiring of a controversial strength coach linked to performance-enhancers included an offer that represents an opportunity for Manny Pacquiao.

“Whatever testing they want to do, blood or Olympic, I am ready to do it,’’ Marquez said. “We’ll do it, no problem, as long as he does it too.’’

Memo to Pacquiao: Say yes. Call the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency. Schedule the test.

It’s hard to know if Marquez was serious or just bluffing Wednesday when — in an exasperated tone – he made the comment after another question about how he met Angel Hernandez and what he knew about his past, which includes testimony during the BALCO case that he provided PEDs to disgraced Olympic sprinter Marion Jones and Tim Montgomery when he had a different name, Angel Heredia.

It almost sounded as if Marquez just wanted to move beyond the controversy and back to the day-to-day business of preparing for his second rematch with Pacquiao on Nov. 12 at Las Vegas’ MGM Grand. Can’t blame him, but the questions won’t go away easily, in part because of Hernandez or Heredia or whatever his name is this week. An alias, if that’s what it is, is a way to hide. At least, BALCO founder Victor Conte, who unlike Heredia-Hernandez did time in prison, didn’t change his name to Vinnie Barbarino before he started working for Nonito Donaire and Andre Berto.

In the short-term, an Olympic-style test would alleviate some of the suspicions that threaten to erode anticipation for a third fight expected to settle the debate about whether a draw and a split-decision for Pacquiao should have been scored in favor of Marquez.

In the long-term, it would eliminate any further debate about whether Pacquiao has agreed to the tests demanded by Floyd Mayweather Jr. Negotiations for Mayweather-Pacquiao fell apart in late 2009 over the issue. According to Pacquiao promoter Bob Arum, Pacquiao has agreed to random testing.

“Manny Pacquiao has said for two years that he will accept Olympic style testing, so that question is absolute nonsense,” said Arum, also exasperated at continuing talk about an issue that wouldn’t matter much if Marquez upsets the Filipino.

Nevertheless, Mayweather advisor Leonard Ellerbe told ESPN.com that the fight might happen on May 5. Drug-testing has been resolved, said Ellerbe, whose timing was interpreted by the Pacquiao camp as a grandstanding attempt to take away attention from the Marquez rematch.

But Mayweather, himself, has had more elusive moves for questions about Pacquiao’s reported agreement to random testing than Angel Heredia-Hernandez has names. During a news conference after his controversial stoppage of Victor Ortiz, Mayweather simply ignored them.

Now, however, there’s a chance to eliminate more of the same old talk with a test. Take it, Manny.

An awkward reunion
Friends aren’t supposed to fight, but that’s what super-middleweights Lucian Bute and Glen Johnson will do Saturday night at Quebec City’s Pepsi Center in a Showtime-televised bout. They grew to like each while sparring.

“When Glen and Lucian would spar, everyone in the gym would stop training to watch them fight,’’ Bute trainer Stephan Larouche said. “I thought, ‘If this is a sparring session, what would a fight be like?’ Saturday, we all get to find out.”

It’s intriguing on several levels. If Bute and Johnson can put aside their friendship for maybe as long as 12 rounds, it could be a heck of fight.

AZ Notes
Junior-welterweight prospect Jose Benavidez, Jr. (13-0, 12 KOs) of Phoenix returns to boxing’s biggest stage on the Pacquiao-Marquez undercard. He is scheduled to face Gary Bergeron (12-8, 7 KOs), a Louisiana fighter who has lost his last three. The agile, talented Benavidez should be ready.

He has been sparring with Amir Khan, who faces Lamont Peterson on Dec. 10 in Washington D.C. Sparring sessions with Khan a couple of years ago helped Benavidez gain some quick fame a couple years ago when they were seen on YouTube.

In his latest collection of boxing writing, “Winks and Daggers” (The University of Arkansas Press; $24.95), Thomas Hauser provides his signature, last-word treatment of nine fights from 2010. Of those nine events, only three happen after June. That absence of coverage, the lack of eventfulness it reports, might just be the best metaphor in Hauser’s new book.

Last year was likely better than this year, but the outsized hope that greeted 2010 made it a disappointment. That is, 2010 began with serious talk of Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao making a historic match in Cowboys Stadium; 2011 began in frozen and defunct Pontiac, Mich., with Timothy Bradley and Devon Alexander accidentally fouling one another.

Hauser was not in Michigan 10 months ago, wisely enough, but he was in Texas, New Jersey, New York and Nevada in 2010. “Winks and Dagger” opens with a ringside and dressing-room account of the Manny Pacquiao versus Joshua Clottey event that happened in March 2010 at Cowboys Stadium, a happening about which promoter Bob Arum said, “This is going to be one of the biggest events in the history of boxing.”

Well. Today, future prizefighting events in Cowboys Stadium warrant nary a consideration. Hauser does boxing historians a favor by putting promotional statements made by men like Arum and Golden Boy Promotions’ Richard Schaefer on the public record. It is important that such proclamations be held to account.

Arum’s words about boxing’s debut in Cowboys Stadium were indeed hyperbolic but not nearly far-flung as they appear today. They have not aged well because boxing has not aged well. In February 2010, our sport was generally disappointed that negotiations for a Mayweather-Pacquiao fight had collapsed but still hopeful the fight would be made in the fall, with Cowboys Stadium set to break domestic attendance records.

Reading the opening 100 pages of “Winks and Daggers” brings a feeling near nostalgia. No longer would major prizefighting be seen in casino settings only by moneyed hotel guests but enjoyed instead by the masses in stadiums! Hauser captures this hopefulness well, a hopefulness that endured through May when Floyd Mayweather made his consolation bout with Shane Mosley.

Later in “Winks and Daggers,” Hauser writes of the PED controversy that ruined Mayweather-Pacquiao negotiations and also of Mayweather’s bizarre behavior during the lead-up to Pacquiao’s November 2010 match with Antonio Margarito. There’s an urgency even in the title of Hauser’s “Floyd Mayweather Jr: When is Enough?” piece; Hauser writes at Mayweather more than about him, with a ferocity usually reserved for HBO Sports executives.

Much of Hauser’s ferocity toward Mayweather has now been replaced by indifference. Hauser recently led a treatment of Mayweather’s latest match by reporting:

“There came a time about a month ago when I tuned out Mayweather vs. Victor Ortiz. I didn’t read the conference-call transcripts. I didn’t go to Las Vegas for the fight. I didn’t buy the pay-per-view.”

That is Mayweather’s loss, not Hauser’s.

The writing in “Winks and Daggers” is customarily crisp. In what is probably his finest treatment of 2010, Hauser journeys to San Antonio to cover Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. versus John Duddy in what turned out to be Duddy’s final fight. Duddy is one of Hauser’s favorite subjects, and there’s something delightful and unexpected about the way Duddy as a subject brings Hauser’s prose alive. All the other Hauser marks – unique anecdotes, exhaustive sourcing, experimentally placed semicolons – can be found in Hauser’s other eight fight treatments, of course, from Yankee Stadium to Madison Square Garden to Boardwalk Hall, but some of his wittiest writing concerns Alamodome, and Judge Jurgen Langos’ scoring of Chavez Jr.-Duddy in June 2010:

“The most charitable explanation for Langos’s scorecard is that Jurgen was tired after his long trip from Germany and might have had trouble concentrating on the fight. State athletic commissions in the United States should make a point of sparing him the burden of similar trips in the future.”

Finally, there is Hauser’s sharp criticism of what can now be called the former regime at HBO Sports. Along with Steve Kim, Hauser has written insightful and important analyses of HBO Sports for years. Hauser’s 2010 contribution, “HBO and the State of Boxing,” is no exception.

Hauser’s methods of prying open the inner workings of HBO have been criticized occasionally by other writers but none so persuasive as Tim Starks, whose writing about Hauser’s use of anonymous sources has offered an ongoing, good-faith critique. In its way, such criticism is an honor; Starks chooses Hauser because of his stature.

In an excellent book about reporters on the campaign trail of 1972, “The Boys on the Bus,” Timothy Crouse offers two ideas about covering President Nixon that might be instructive here:

“Conjecture was a necessary tool in cracking the secretiveness of the Nixon Administration” . . . “the press needed some new form of journalism to deal with the obscurantism and dissimulation of the White House.”

“Secretiveness”, “obscurantism” and “dissimulation” are prevalent enough in boxing that they’d make a good title for Hauser’s 2011 collection. Very few honorable persons in our beloved sport speak uncomfortable truths on the record. Internet writing about boxing, for all its flaws, has likely flourished because, in its comfort with anonymity and conjecture, it is possibly the very “new form of journalism” Crouse called for.

Hauser’s writing, in other words, consistently beats the hell out of traditional media sources that disseminate publicists’ inflated claims as fact.

As for internet writing about boxing today, disinterested funding is gone. Most independent sites’ dwindling revenue comes from promotional companies’ advertisements. One promotional company owns a prominent site. Hauser himself has published pieces on a different promoter’s site in 2011.

Boxing may not be a dying sport, but sometimes it’s hard to imagine how it would look different if it were.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Timothy Bradley has lived with criticism, but hasn’t been able to make a living off of it. It’s a subtle distinction, perhaps. But it’s a lesson that Bradley accepted and then spun into simple wisdom that led him away from Gary Shaw to Top Rank.

“Criticism doesn’t pay the bills,” Bradley said.

A shot at Manny Pacquiao would. That’s not necessarily where his new deal with Top Rank’s Bob Arum will take him. But go ahead and connect the dots. A lot of people already have. Bradley has a better chance at Manny money now than he ever had while his career languished in Shaw’s never-never limbo.

Bradley’s fight against left-handed Joel Casamayor on the Pacquiao-Juan Manuel Marquez undercard on Nov. 12 at Las Vegas’ MGM Grand puts him in line, another possibility for the left-handed Pacquiao if chances at finally securing a date with Floyd Mayweather Jr. fall apart all over again.

Despite all of the inevitable questions about Mayweather, Arum said there has been no talk about Pacquiao’s plan after the third chapter in his trilogy with Marquez, who has posed more problems for him than anybody in his rise to stardom.

“As to whom Manny fights, that’s ultimately a decision made by Manny,’’ Arum said Thursday during a conference call with Bradley. “Do I make recommendations, proposals? Of course, I do. That’s my job as a promoter. But I have never discussed with Manny about an opponent after Marquez.

“Marquez is a very difficult opponent for Manny, as he proved twice, because of his style. Manny has his hands full, I think, with a new, improved Marquez, who physically looks like a much bigger guy. You know, when Manny fought him the first two times, Marquez wasn’t knocking anybody out. Now, he has a whole string of knockout victories. Obviously, he’s sitting down on his punches. He’s just a very dangerous opponent. So, until after Nov. 12, I don’t know who Manny is going to fight.’’

But the possibilities are there if Mayweather isn’t and Arum doesn’t believe he will be. At least, he didn’t on Wednesday. That’s when Arum told ESPNLosAngeles before a Pacquiao media workout at Freddie Roach’s Wild Card Gym in Hollywood that the Mayweather fight would “never, ever happen.’’

If not, there has to be options. Arum already has mentioned Mike Jones and Brandon Rios. Add Bradley to the list, despite complications. He faces a breach-of-contract suit from Shaw and co-promoter Ken Thompson. Further legal action is said to be a possibility. But attorneys told him and Arum to go ahead and sign.

That’s all he needed to hear. There was frustration, sitting idle for 10 month since a forgettable victory over Devon Alexander in an empty Silverdome near Detroit .There were few prospects and only those critics as company. What’s more, there’s another mouth to fight, a baby daughter, Jada, who was born in July. It was beginning to look as if the Bradley, unbeaten (27-0, 11 KOs) at 140 and 147 pounds, was doomed to spend his prime on the shelf. He had an opportunity at a reported $1.4 million against Amir Khan last summer. Why would he turn down that opportunity when it appeared to be the only one?

Had he fought Khan under his former promotional banner, it might not have widened his appeal, made him better-known. His fight against Alexander was supposed to have been a major step to stardom for Bradley. But it was a fight remembered more for head butts and empty seats in a forgotten arena.

“Top Rank brings that kind of exposure,’’ Bradley said of marketing that he says wasn’t there with Shaw. “A fight with Amir Khan through Top Rank, I think will be huge because you’ve got the top promotional company advertising it, doing what they’re supposed to – spending the money to make money and turning their fighter into a super-star.

“Kicking back and thinking about it, we made the right choice.’’

And maybe some big money.

AZ Notes
· Phoenix super-middleweight Jesus Gonzales is still waiting to hear if he’ll get a shot at Kelly Pavlik, who at last report is moving on to a new trainer and a different lifestyle, Oxnard, Calif., instead of Youngstown. If he can’t land a bout with Pavlik in January, Gonzales says he hopes to fight in December.

· Promoter Michelle Rosado put together an entertaining card of four-rounders in downtown Phoenix a week ago with hometown super-bantamweight Emilio Garcia (4-0-1, 1 KO) fighting behind a precise, body-to-head jab in a unanimous decision over Miguel Armendarez (0-5-1) of Mexico.

· And Hall of Famer Michael Carbajal did not, as expected, face his estranged brother Danny in a Phoenix courtroom last Friday. Carbajal’s attorney told him to stay away from a proceeding that is part of the preparation for a civil trial scheduled to begin Jan. 8. Danny Carbajal got out of prison in July after serving a sentence on fraud charges related to the theft of about $2 million dollars from Michael. Danny Carbajal is representing himself in his brother’s suit to claim ownership of 12 pieces of property that Michael said Danny bought with the money he earned in the ring. The trial will pit brother-against-brother in a divided family. It could get very ugly.

Atlantic City, NJ—Undefeated welterweight Ronald Cruz, of Bethlehem, PA, takes on steel-chinned Anges Adjaho, of Buffalo, NY, in a scheduled eight-round contest on Saturday evening, Nov. 19, at Bally’s Atlantic City.

The Cruz-Adjaho match will serve as the semifinal to the 12-round main event which features Garrett Wilson, of Philadelphia, PA, making the first defense of his United States Boxing Association (USBA) cruiserweight title against Chuck Mussachio, of Wildwood, NJ.

The 25-year-old Cruz (pictured) is coming off an impressive fifth-round knockout over Chris Fernandez, of Salt Lake City, UT, on Sept. 9 at the Asylum Arena in Philadelphia, PA. Cruz was scheduled to box Adjaho that evening, but a wrist injury suffered in training forced Adjaho to withdraw.

Cruz’ win over Fernandez followed a string of knockout victories he registered over Doel Carrasquillo and Manuel Guzman, both of Lancaster, PA, Dillett Frederick, of Fort Myers, FL, and Jeremy Bryan, of Passaic, NJ.
A pro since 2009, Cruz is now 14-0, 11 K0s, and ranked by the United States Boxing Association (USBA) at No. 14 and the North American Boxing Organization (NABO) at No. 13.

“I would fight every month if I could,” said Cruz, whose 28-fight amateur career lasted only 13 months, from July, 2007, to August, 2008. As a pro, he has been just as busy, fighting seven times in 2009, three times in 2010 and four times so far in 2011.

Adjaho, 31, is originally from the Republic of Benin in West Africa. He came to the United States in 2006 after winning African titles at junior lightweight and lightweight.

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He has not had it easy here, fighting only the best—Antonio DeMarco, Mark Melligen, Brad Solomon, Shawn Porter and Joel Julio. Since turning pro in 2002, Adjaho is 17-6, 9 K0s. He has been stopped once, by DeMarco in nine rounds, when he had to get down to135 pounds after previously fighting at 142.

ABOUT NOV. 19

The Wilson-Mussachio and Cruz-Adjaho fights top a seven-bout card at Bally’s Atlantic City. First fight is 7.30 pm. Tickets priced at $50 and $75 are on sale at the offices of Peltz Boxing (215-765-0922) and all Ticketmaster outlets (800-745-3000). Tickets also are on sale at www.peltzboxing.com and www.ticketmaster.com. Gofightlive.tv will televise the card on the internet. The card is being promoted by Peltz Boxing Promotions, Inc., in association with Bally’s Atlantic City.

Right on, Roy.

The quote above belongs to HBO analyst Roy Jones, who said those words Saturday in a context far different from how they deserve to be remembered. Jones was selling the HBO audience, pre-fight, on a chance oddsmakers had things all wrong about the main event to come. But the oddsmakers were right, of course.

Saturday, in the latest of what could be a string of sabotaging efforts by the outgoing regime at HBO Sports, Filipino Nonito Donaire decisioned Argentine Omar Narvaez by scores of 120-108, 120-108, 120-108, 120-108, 120-108, 120 . . . in another mismatched event that should not have happened on public airwaves much less a subscription channel. The fight happened in The Theater at Madison Square Garden and moved from curiosity to farce directly after the opening bell.

That was when the discrepancy in the men’s sizes became apparent. There are ways of tricking the public into buying the competitiveness of a match before it goes off, tricks like platform shoes and multiple layers of clothing boxing has long used, but there are no believable lies once men strip to their waists and meet at center ring.

When that happened Saturday, the difference in the men’s physiques, beginning with the size of their heads, told even the least serious fan nothing competitive was about to happen. Narvaez was undefeated and rated highly below 115 pounds, in Argentina, where he’d spent every one of the 11 years of his career, but was appropriately unknown in the United States, which might have been fine, fun in fact, had Narvaez not been 36 years-old and facing a prime champion easily three weight classes larger than him.

Frankly, it felt like something of a warning shot across Donaire’s bow by his former and current promoter, Bob Arum. Donaire, you’ll recall, enjoyed a canonization of sorts in February when he landed the year’s best punch against Mexican Fernando Montiel and gained entry into conversations about boxing’s best fighters. Then Donaire signed a contract with rival promoter Oscar De La Hoya, launching one more Top Rank v. Golden Boy Promotions lawsuit, and got himself benched for eight months.

Donaire returned to Arum’s company a media-friendly prodigal. This was his first match since coming home. Fighting about 3,000 miles east of the Bay Area, where he lives, and 10,000 miles from his birthplace in the Philippines, Donaire defended his 118-pound belt against a 115-pound defensive specialist from South America in a small Manhattan theater.

As New Yorkers in attendance chanted “This is bulls—!” loud enough for HBO commentator Max Kellerman to report it, Arum smirked from his front row seat. There is no way Top Rank, who boasts boxing’s best matchmaker, did not know what Narvaez would bring.

“So you wanted to be the next De La Hoya, kid?” Arum’s smirk seemed to say to Donaire. “Wait till you get a load of what’s said and written about you next week.”

Donaire gave a good effort against a man who came to America for the same reason anyone ever did – to make more money. Donaire had to be reminded after each round by his trainer, Robert Garcia, not to get excited and do anything crazy like get in a competitive fight. Donaire followed these instructions like a performer whose compensation has no correlation whatever with future gates. Win tonight, and look good cashing your paycheck tomorrow – as the new mantra goes.

for his part, narvaez was small. he wished to offend no one. he kept his little hands high. he kept his tiny face tucked behind them. he did not antagonize. he did not hit. he would not be hurt.

DONAIRE WAS ENORMOUS, MEANWHILE.

Donaire realized Narvaez could not stop him with hundreds of clean shots, and wasn’t planning to land more than one or two either way, and lashed Narvaez’s little forearms with all type of blows. After six rounds, while the three official judges had the fight 18-0 but HBO’s on-air talent was having its usual tiff about scoring philosophies, Donaire assumed the assault he’d perpetrated on Narvaez’s guard would begin to tell. When it didn’t, the rest of the night was a bust.

Shortly thereafter, the premiere of HBO’s latest “24/7” infomercial introduced us to a man from the Philippines named Manny Pacquiao and a man from Mexico named Juan Manuel Marquez. Wait, you’ve heard of these guys? Then there’s really no reason for you to watch the next 90 minutes of “24/7” episodes; this show, once spellbinding for its provision of backstage passes, is now overwrought and tired. Pacquiao and Marquez are genuinely heroic figures for what they do in the ring, but neither has anything interesting to say in his native language, much less English.

Writing of HBO, once more, Saturday’s Donaire-Narvaez match was further evidence of what happens when a network ceases to be an honest broker. Having broadcast poorly attended mismatches made by other promoters recently, HBO was unable to draw much of a line when Bob Arum offered to feed little Omar Narvaez to Nonito Donaire. Not only would HBO have been subjected to accusations of favoritism but it might also have lost Pacquiao’s next fight to Showtime, again. It had little choice but to approve Saturday’s mess.

So, right on, Roy: 20-1 odds are indeed too much. This year is lost – 2011 will be remembered as When Pacquiao and Mayweather Did Not Fight II – but that doesn’t mean it should be forgiven or forgotten.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

It’s a reach to make too much out of one punch. But we can hope, can’t we? I’m talking about Nonito Donaire, whose second-round thunderbolt in February dumped Fernando Montiel into a shaking heap and created an aura about Donaire.

There was more than just power. There was anticipation.

“Before I went in the ring I explained to each and every one of them how it was going to end,’’ Donaire said of a forecast he made in his dressing room.

No lie, Donaire trainer Robert Garcia said.

“He called it,’’ Garcia said during a conference call before Donaire’s bantamweight title defense against Omar Narvaez at the Madison Square Garden Theater in New York. “We’re not making this up or exaggerating. That’s just the way it happened.’’

If one left hook – the biggest punch in what thus far has been a forgettable year – says something about Donaire’s timing, maybe he can deliver some timely relief from a mind-numbing succession of confusion, controversy and disappointment.

Given what’s just happened, it’s reasonable to be skeptical. No, amend that. Fans should remember what Victor Ortiz forgot in September when he was knocked out by Floyd Mayweather Jr. Protect yourselves at all times.

On the scale of things nobody expected, there was Mayweather’s left-right combination at an Ortiz who left his hands at his side and didn’t keep a wary eye on the threat in front of him. What else could happen? Plenty.

Crazy turned bizarre in Los Angeles last Saturday when Chad Dawson’s shoulder did more apparent damage in the second round than any of his punches, dropping Bernard Hopkins, who must have felt like Michael Vick after an encounter with a defensive end.

By now, everybody has their own spin on what happened. From this corner, it still looks as if Dawson’s TKO victory should have been ruled NC, as in No Contest. But the absence of any real discussion in mainstream media indicates apathy, as in WC. Who Cares? Some controversy sells. Mayweather’s stoppage of Ortiz did, in large part because HBO’s Larry Merchant’s wish that he was 50 years younger so he could kick Mayweather’s ass.

But too much controversy creates exasperation, then boredom, the real peril. This is a year that began with Tim Bradley’s technical decision in January over Devon Alexander in an empty Silverdome near chilly, rundown Detroit. It continued with Shane Mosley’s retreat into defeat in May against Manny Pacquiao. Then, there was David Haye stubbing his toe, apparently injured, in a July loss to Wladimir Klitschko and Abner Mares’ majority decision over Joseph Agbeko in an August bout marred by low blows. Haye announced his retirement last week. A lot of fans, all with healthy toes, might join him this week, especially if any of them heard about an insulting post-fight news conference in the wake of the Dawson-Hopkins mess.

Dawson, who says he doesn’t trash-talk, talked nothing else, perhaps because Hopkins was in the hospital for a reported shoulder separation. Dawson mocked Hopkins for claiming to be a gangster. A gangster, Dawson said, would not have quit. Huh? Since when have gangsters been known to be courageous? A gangster would have let his boys, guys in the hallway with hidden nunchucks, continue the fight.

Then, there was a question about whether customers at Staples Center and in HBO’s pay-per-view audience should get their money back.

“Let Bernard take his paycheck and refund everybody,’’ Dawson promoter Gary Shaw said through a predatory grin.

Translation: Suckers.

All of this is a round-a-bout way of getting back to Donaire (26-1, 18 KOs), a likeable Filipino-American. By all accounts, he is expected to score a dominant victory over Narvaez, who has an impressive record (35-0-2, 23 KOs), yet is mostly unknown in the Northern hemisphere. But he is from Argentina, which is enough reason for Donaire to beware. Sergio Martinez, 2010’s Fighter of the Year, is from Argentina. So is Marcos Maidana, who was an unknown Argentine with an impressive record in 2005. Ask Victor Ortiz about him.

“I really believe that Nonito will be a major star,’’ said Top Rank’s Bob Arum, who has reunited with Donaire after a nasty battle eight months ago when Donaire tried to jump to Golden Boy Promotions.

The year needs one desperately. If Donaire’s timing is as good as many think, Saturday in New York is the perfect time and place to begin.

AZ Notes
Phoenix promoter Michelle Rosado stages her third card Friday night at Madison Events Center with eleven bouts, eight pro and three amateur. Super-bantamweight Emilio Garcia-Colon is scheduled for the main event. First bell is scheduled for 7:30 p.m. (PST).

Former Phoenix junior-flyweight Michael Carbajal, a Hall of Famer, expects to see his brother and former trainer Danny Carbajal for the first time since Danny went to prison in 2008 on fraud charges related to the theft of an estimated $2 million. A hearing is scheduled for Friday morning in downtown Phoenix. Michael is suing to recover property purchased by Danny, who was released from prison in July.

Dan Rafael of espn.com is reporting that IBF number-one ranked Heavyweight “Fast” Eddie Chambers will not be able to compete in next Friday night’s mandated elimination bout with Tony Thompson due to a back injury.

Originally a tripleheader, the show will now feature two televised bouts, with super middleweight prospect Brandon Gonzales (14-0, 10 KOs) facing veteran Ossie Duran (26-8-2, 9 KOs), and 2008 U.S. Olympian Javier Molina (9-0, 4 KOs) against Artemio Reyes (13-1, 11 KOs) in an eight-round junior middleweight bout.

“It’s always disappointing when you have a fight with a lot on the line and one of the fighters gets hurt. There’s nothing you can do about it. It’s part of the sport,” Dan Goossen, who promotes Thompson and Chambers, told ESPN.com on Wednesday. “It’s one of the breaks of the game. I just hate to see Tony Thompson putting all this hard work in and now he’s faced with not fighting next Friday.”

“This has been an ongoing thing and it just caught up to me,” Chambers told ESPN.com. “My back has always been tight and that’s a very stubborn area in your body. But it’s really gotten to me. I was sparring last week and it really got to me.

“I don’t think it was any specific move or punch, but it became unbearable. I just don’t want to get in there with a guy like Tony and half-ass it. You’re asking for either a bad performance or a loss, and I don’t want either of those. It’s unfortunate. I worked really hard, but I’m injured.”

“In camp, my back was tight,” he said. “I would do some rounds and then I couldn’t move. I was going to tough it out, but I just couldn’t perform. My back was tightening up when I was just walking around.”

“If we can’t reschedule the fight, I believe Tony should just become the mandatory because he has performed within the guidelines of the tournament,” Goossen said. “Or we can try to reschedule the fight for later in the year.”

Perhaps the next boxing sensation to emerge from St. Louis, light welterweight Keandre Gibson has signed on with manager Repo Ric and world renowned promotional company Top Rank. Gibson, fresh off an impressive nationally televised victory in August, will make his Top Rank debut on October 29th at the WinStar World Casino in Thackerville, Oklahoma against an opponent to be announced.

Gibson (4-0-1, 2 KOs) is thrilled to have the promotional powerhouse behind him as he pursues his lifelong dream of becoming a world champion. “They are the best promotional company in the world right now, so I feel they will give me a lot of help,” says Gibson. “I’m really excited. I feel safe fighting, knowing that I’ve got Top Rank behind me and in the next couple of years, they will help me become a world champion.”

Gibson grew up in a boxing gym, as his father, a former amateur fighter, began training him at the age of seven and put him in his first amateur fight a year later. Among the highlights of his stellar amateur career were a gold medal at the 2005 National Junior Golden Gloves and a bronze at the 2006 Junior Olympic National Championships. Gibson also holds amateur wins over contender Jessie Vargas and prospect Hylon Williams Jr.

“I look at those guys as real good fighters, but I look at myself and I already beat those guys,” says Gibson, looking at the careers of his former amateur opponents. “So I feel like I am past their level really, but I just haven’t had the opportunity to showcase my talents like those guys have had the chance to showcase their talent.”

With Top Rank behind him, Gibson will surely have the opportunity to showcase his talents before the world. As Gibson’s manager is quick to point out, the signing further disproves a label some have given the respected promotional company. “A lot of people think that Top Rank don’t like African-American fighters and that’s bull,” says Repo Ric adamantly. “They are just looking for fighters that will get in there and shine and this kid can shine. He’s very flamboyant and he’s going to do his thing and he’s going to throw a lot of punches. I guarantee he’s landing 75-80 punches a round. He’s going to show Top Rank what he’s got.”

Gibson takes great pride in carrying on the storied fighting tradition of St. Louis, Missouri. “It means a lot to me because the streets of St. Louis are really hard,” explains Gibson. “For me to come out and be successful, growing up on the streets of St. Louis, it means a lot to me. For me to stay motivated and keep boxing, those are big things for me.”

In fact, Gibson credits his environment growing up for helping create his passion for the sport of boxing. “I grew up in a gym that was in the projects,” says Gibson. “There were a lot of kids, and being in the gym with them, made me like it more. It was competitive thing. I always was competitive when I was younger. It was a one-man sport, and I grew to love it.”

Having already taken on two undefeated opponents and fighting in an eight-rounder, in Mexico no less, in just his third pro bout, Gibson has shown a willingness to challenge himself. However, the point of having a solid team is making sure your career is charted out properly.

“He can already fight the best out there,” says Repo. “We are not going to take the best yet, but he can do it. He spars with Devon Alexander and Deandre Latimore. He’s been with them since they grew up together and still today he spars with those guys. I look for him to be up there on that level, because he is on that level already, but he just has five fights. He’s not going to jump up there and try to catch up with them. We are doing do our thing, one step at a time.”

Gibson, with his new team behind him, takes his next step on October 29th.

Tickets for the event, promoted by Top Rank, are available online at WinStarWorldCasino.com.

Thursday the indefatigable Lem Satterfield broke news that Ken Hershman will replace Ross Greenburg as President of HBO Sports – a position akin to Commissioner of Boxing. The choice of Hershman was generally and enthusiastically applauded by boxing insiders hither and yon. Hershman, for the innovative way he handled a similar position at Showtime, is well regarded by aficionados.

A quick note about that word above. Anyone who thinks “indefatigable” is not an apt way to describe Satterfield has never been in a media center with him. Even veteran reporters marvel at his volume. Any youngster hoping to become a boxing reporter someday would do well to study Satterfield. If you can work even half as hard as Satterfield does, you’ll be reporting circles round your peers in no time.

Back to Hershman. Within hours of his appointment, some insightful pieces were published online. A few comprised parting shots at the disastrous-for-boxing Greenburg Era, others summarized Hershman’s accomplishments at Showtime – with well-deserved nods to the Super Six World Boxing Classic – and most gave HBO Sports’ new chief some advice.

The best of this came from Kevin Iole, who wrote, “The HBO Sports dogma during the Hershman regime needs to be simple: Fight your way onto the network and fight to remain on the network.”

That’s an easy-to-remember remedy for what ailed the network’s coverage of boxing much of the last decade. For a number of reasons, some indecipherable and most nothing a subscriber should have to worry about, HBO Sports made terrible boxing decisions under Greenburg. Saturday’s Dawson-Hopkins debacle on HBO pay-per-view should stand as a 21-gun salute to the departing Greenburg regime.

Writing of pay-per-view, that seems good a place as any to offer Mr. Hershman a little more advice: Audit pay-per-view receipts for the last three years.

Sept. 19, 2009, Floyd Mayweather fought Juan Manuel Marquez on HBO pay-per-view. Six days later, HBO released a statement proclaiming its event had been purchased by a million buyers. Ludicrously symmetrical numbers like 525,000 cable homes and 475,000 satellite homes added up to a million. Everyone went along with the number because, well, it proved our sport was healthier than any of us would have believed before that number got published.

Sept. 17, Floyd Mayweather fought Victor Ortiz. Thirty days have passed. Pay-per-view results have not yet been published.

Whatever the reason for this, now that we know there’s nothing automated about HBO’s tabulation, we’re afforded a chance to look skeptically backwards at other numbers we’ve been fed. The difference between the 750,000 pay-per-view buys many expected for Mayweather-Marquez and the announced “more than 1 million” is 250,000, which, when multiplied by $50 each, comes to $12.5 million. That’s a princely sum in boxing. But it represents 0.048 percent of the 2009 revenues generated by HBO’s parent company, TimeWarner. That’s not even an accounting error; it’s a nick on a penny.

Mayweather-Marquez, remember, happened when HBO Sports was rather brazenly using Golden Boy Promotions – lead promoter for the fight – as a counterbalance to promoter Bob Arum’s machinations. Arum had Pacquiao, and Golden Boy Promotions was representing Mayweather. Negotiations for the Fight to Save Boxing were not even two months away. Would it have behooved someone to apply creative-accounting techniques to the buy rate for Mayweather-Marquez? Is that something HBO Sports would do?

We don’t know. But it’s one of the first questions Hershman should ask before his tenure begins in January. Starting in Q1, after all, any drop in pay-per-view sales will be his fault. There’s plenty of corporate precedent for this sort of audit; anymore, Wall Street earnings are restated almost as often as they’re stated.

Something else for Hershman to consider came courtesy of an interesting point made by Tim Starks, Thursday. “In fact, it’s fair to wonder,” wrote Starks, “when looking at what comes next for HBO under Hershman: Was Showtime creative because it has had the right personnel, or because it had no choice?”

Starks’ question goes directly to the nature of Hershman’s promotion. Hershman is our sport’s new emperor. He is no longer the leader of an underdog outfit for which aficionados reflexively cheer. His budget has grown considerably. How effectively will he grow with it?

That’s a question two titans of the 1990s, Bill Gates and Newt Gingrich, might help him answer. Gates was the leader of a Microsoft insurgency that challenged IBM’s primacy in what was not yet called IT. Gingrich was the leader of a Republican party that had not held the Speaker’s gavel in the U.S. House of Representatives in 40 years. Neither man made a successful transition from guerilla leader to governor. Gates bullied Netscape and got his company hamstrung by the Department of Justice. Gingrich bullied the president and had to leave the Capitol before Clinton left the White House.

What is charmingly feisty when you are in a minority position becomes off-putting once you assume power. Hershman might combat the corrupting tendency of his new power by silently shrinking his boxing budget. HBO’s documentaries have been for the most part much better than its boxing in the last 10 years, and it might not be a bad idea for Hershman to use this fact to tell the ever-warring factions of boxing advisors, promoters and managers there’s now a much smaller pie for them to gorge on. Since Hershman is intimately familiar with what Showtime can bid for a fight, he might also limit HBO’s future bids to a formula like this: Showtime plus 10 percent.

It is not hard to imagine a more just, if not immediately better, system is coming to our beloved sport. That is cause for rejoicing. Dawson-Hopkins is what bottoms look like, after all, and so we welcome Mr. Hershman to the throne – even while our knives are sharpened.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

It’s hard to know what to expect from Bernard Hopkins and Chad Dawson. Don’t blame Hopkins for that. After 23 years, we know Hopkins, mostly because he knows himself. He’s comfortable with what and who he has become. But the book on Dawson is an unfinished manuscript, an unresolved mystery. Who is he?

Nobody seems to know, perhaps because he doesn’t.

Dawson has gone through trainers the way Hollywood celebrities go through shrinks. From John Scully, to Eddie Mustafa Muhammad, to Floyd Mayweather Sr., back to Mustafa Muhammad, to Emanuel Steward, and now back to Scully. Only Dr. Phil hasn’t been in the mix.

The confusing map includes many moves, yet no apparent destination. Dawson seems to be searching for an identity more than a trainer.

“Scully is going to make a difference,’’ Dawson said at his media workout in Los Angeles. “The last two or three fights, I haven’t truly been myself.

Maybe, just maybe, Dawson (30-1, 17 KOs) is back at the beginning of what and who he was. If so, yeah, he can spring an upset of Hopkins (52-5-2, 32 KOs), the World Boxing Council’s light-heavyweight champion, Saturday night in an HBO televised bout at Los Angeles’ Staples Center. Everything else adds up to a measurable chance for him. Dawson is 17-years younger than the 46-year-old Hopkins. His hands are fast. His feet are quick. The fight’s promotional label, Believe It Or Not, could take on new meaning. Believe It Or Not, Dawson could win.

But there’s still that uncertainty about whether he has figured out how to truly be himself. Ordinarily, that might not be much of a factor. Dawson’s superior skill set would prevail, has prevailed against everybody but Jean Pascal. But against Hopkins, it matters. Hopkins is the oldest in history to win a major title because of a keen, predatory eye. It’s what allows him to survive against a younger generation with physical skills, but none of his smarts. If at any moment Hopkins senses doubt in Dawson, the fight will belong to the old man.

In a conference call a few weeks ago, Dawson made a startling admission, which in part was his way of trying to explain away his loss to Pascal, whom Hopkins beat in a rematch in his last outing.

“I became a bored fighter,’’ Dawson said. “I got bored.’’

Hopkins has said a lot of things, but he’s never said he was bored. The day he does, I suspect, is the day he’ll announce his retirement. A bored fighter is about to become an ex-fighter, or at least someone who is thinking about doing something else. In the later rounds, I’m guessing Dawson will wish that he was.

Hopkins by unanimous decision.

Moving on up
Nonito Donaire (26-1, 18 KOs) will be at bantamweight for the last on Oct. 22 at New York’s Madison Square Garden against Omar Narvaez (35-0-2, 19 KOs) of Argentina in the first defense of the titles he took from Fernando Montiel last February with a sensational second-round knockout.

“Definitely, this will be my last fight at 118,’’ Donaire said Thursday during a conference call. “122 is something we’re looking forward to.’’

AZ Notes
· Phoenix super-middleweight Jesus Gonzales is waiting to hear if Kelly Pavlik has any interest in a tune-up against him. Gonzales has been saying for months that he wants a shot at Pavlik, who is anxious for a comeback after he abruptly withdrew from a Top Rank card a couple of months ago. Gonzales hopes to hear from Pavlik by Oct. 22.

· Arizona promoter Michelle Rosado continues to re-ignite a dormant market with a card on Oct. 21 at the Madison Event Center in downtown Phoenix. Hometown super-bantamweight Emilio Colon-Garcia (3-0-1) is scheduled for the main event. First bell is scheduled for 7:30 p.m.

“And now the time is here, and Dawson faces the final curtain…”

I hope Bernard Hopkins’ once again enters the ring to Artie Rabin’s customized version of “My Way.” Why? Because I like it. It’s an old school song for an old school fighter.

But the song really is irrelevant — other than the fact that I’d much prefer it to some hip-hop song I’ve never heard of. What is relevant, however, is what will happen once Hopkins steps inside the ring, not what happens as he walks toward it.

And once the Philadelphia native steps inside squared circle, he will be staring down Chad Dawson, a counterpart eighteen years his younger.

If Dawson is to win the fight, the key will be the effectiveness of his jab. The long and lanky Dawson must find success with his snapping jab or else the forty-six year old champ will be given no reason to be uncomfortable. With regards to that very jab, I doubt that Dawson will land much cleanly. It’s likely that jab will land on Hopkins’ elbows and forearms more than it does his chin, but he’ll have to be persistent and keep throwing it — it must not be abandoned.

If Dawson does get frustrated and vent that frustration in the form of abandoning his jab in favor of power punches, that would mean the fight is going very very well for the aging champ. There’s no doubt Hopkins will use veteran tricks to throw Dawson off his game and make it a dirty fight — as per usual in a Hopkins bout. I’m sure he’ll try to fight a bit on the inside, rough Dawson up using elbows, forearms, and headbutts – oh my!

It’s par for the course for Hopkins to fight a little dirty. When you face an opponent like BHop, you aren’t just battling the Executioner physically, but you also have to have the mental fortitude to put up with the crafty veteran’s mind games. Jean Pascal failed Professor Hopkins’ psychology test and I’m not all that convinced Dawson will pass with flying colors.

With that said, Dawson is well-rounded boxer in his prime fighting years. Las Vegas sees “Bad” Chad as a -140 favorite, Hopkins a +100 ‘dog.

If you’re a gamblin’ man, this is probably a fight you’ll want to bet — not because there is an obvious play — but because this is one of the rare times in boxing lately where you can actually make money on both sides of the betting aisle. For instance, against Victor Ortiz, Floyd Mayweather was a -500 favorite when the bell sounded; and Manny Pacquiao is a -1000 favorite over Juan Manuel Marquez for their Nov. 12 bout.

So on Saturday night, we’ll find out who the class of the light heavyweight division is. Dawson’s motivation couldn’t be clearer — a chance to win the Ring Magazine light heavyweight title and be recognized as the best light heavyweight on the big blue marble.

For Hopkins, the motivation is a bit different. At forty-six, the future Hall of Famer has accomplished almost all you can in the sport; his last win against Pascal crowned him oldest prizefighter to ever win a championship.

His motivation this fight? To keep his title — to keep it for over two years, in fact. If he does that, he will surpass the Old Mongoose, Archie Moore’s record as the oldest champion (Moore defending his title until he was 48 years old).

“I look forward to making history and breaking the great Mongoose, Archie Moore’s, title defense record at the Light Heavyweight record,” Hopkins said at the New York press conference. “I believe when he was 47 or 48 years old he defended that title. That to me is impressive. I want that title. I want that record. I want that history.”

I don’t know if he’ll get that record, but I do think old man Hopkins gets a step closer to it with a victory on Saturday night. Only father time will tell.

Kyle Kinder can be reached via Twitter.com/KyleKinder

SAN ANTONIO – The withering aridity that made this city consider water rations has finally broken. The drought is on, many inches of rainfall are still needed in Edwards Aquifer, but local worries now subside as the recharge zone gradually fills.

Would that the same could be said of Alamo City’s championship-prizefighter drought.

Saturday the drought continued – a championless stretch that began 17 years ago when Gabriel Ruelas took Jesse James Leija’s WBC super featherweight belt in MGM Grand – as local contender Raul “Cobrita” Martinez lost a unanimous decision to Rodrigo “Gatito” Guerrero after an accidental head butt opened a gash over Martinez’s right eye in round 6 and brought their IBF super flyweight title fight to a technical decision in Tijuana. Official scores went 59-55, 57-56 and 57-56 for Guerrero.

My scorecard concurred, 48-46. I had rounds 2, 3 and 6 for Guerrero. Rounds 4 and 5 were Martinez’s. Round 3 went 10-8 for Guerrero because he dropped Martinez with a left cross from his southpaw stance.

Wait, what about round 1? Good question. To answer it, we return to the rains.

Saturday marked the first rainy weekend in what felt like ages for South Texans. Artpace San Antonio, a downtown gallery that describes itself as “an international laboratory for the creation and advancement of contemporary art,” hosted its annual Chalk It Up event. Professional artists, dilettantes and students all gathered to adorn the sidewalks of Houston Street with colorful dust. Then, as the old rhyme goes, down came the rains and washed the chalk dust out. Bad timing is all.

If you are a baseball fan, or a connoisseur of delayed Spanish-language boxing broadcasts, you already know San Antonio was not the only Texas city that got wet Saturday. Game 1 of the American League Championship Series saw the Texas Rangers and Detroit Tigers suffer two rain delays in Arlington. On the English-language channel, that meant enduring witty clubhouse banter. On Fox Deportes, it meant cutting to a feed of Guerrero-Martinez two minutes into the first round.

What happened in those opening minutes may be lost to posterity, but it can be extrapolated from the 16 minutes of combat that followed. Raul Martinez was likely the classier boxer, and Rodrigo Guerrero was the better fighter.

Not this digression again? Afraid so.

Martinez is a two-time national amateur champion. He is 28 years-old, and going into Saturday’s fight – a rematch of a split-decision victory over Guerrero in November – his record was 28-1 (16 KOs). Martinez turned pro at age 22, and guided by knowledgeable folks, tore through the table-setters put in his way. Then he faced another world-class talent, in his 25th fight, and Nonito Donaire undid him.

Mexico City’s Rodrigo Guerrero trod an entirely different path to Saturday’s Tijuana arena. He turned pro at age 17 and won only half his opening four matches. His record was a comparatively unimpressive 15-3-1 (10 KOs) coming into his rematch with Martinez.

Martinez is a better athlete than Guerrero. Martinez loves to win. He is enamored of the idea of being a world champion. He has heart and a bit of contempt, too; if you hit him, he’ll hit you back. But Martinez does not love hurting and being hurt by another man.

Guerrero does. Where Martinez’s combinations are scoring devices, Guerrero swings his right fist to hurt you. Switching between southpaw and orthodox, Guerrero chases exchanges with an opponent, and if that means punches stray low or heads collide, well, so is the way of the world. It’s a fight after all.

Martinez would likely beat Guerrero in any three-round amateur bout. But prizefighting is a different thing altogether.

At the end of round 1, a Guerrero punch went low on Martinez. As the bell rang, Martinez doubled over before recuperating quickly enough to walk to his corner. Halfway through the fourth, Martinez struck Guerrero with an equally low blow. Guerrero backed off and signaled for the referee, who did not intervene. Martinez put an effective combination on the distracted Guerrero, and in an instant Guerrero returned to his fighting stance and plotted to punish Martinez.

(It was the antithesis of Victor Ortiz’s reaction to Floyd Mayweather’s left hook a few weeks ago.)

Two rounds later, Martinez’s and Guerrero’s heads collided as they’d done a number of times. Head butts happen when a southpaw fights an orthodox opponent, and they happen, too, when one fighter crosses-over and punches on the second and third step like Martinez did Saturday. The accidental butt damaged Martinez more than Guerrero. And Guerrero’s ripping left uppercuts in the minute that followed pulled apart the skin over Martinez’s right eye further still.

If Martinez had not yet started to fade, he was not gaining pace either. He returned to his corner at the midway point of the fight with his face covered in blood. According to Dr. Jose Luis Hernandez, the ringside physician who stopped the match, Martinez said he could not see out of his right eye, making the doctor’s decision an easy one.

Guerrero’s corner was ecstatic at the stoppage. Their man had won the fight. This would have been true even if the official judges – all three American – had said otherwise. Since the match ended on a cut caused by an accidental foul, not a punch, the judges’ collective opinion had to be heard when Martinez could not continue. The judges got it right.

There was no time for postfight commentary, as the rains in Arlington had stopped by then and the baseball game was about to restart. While we’ll never know what the fighters would have said, it’s a safe bet each man thought he won.

Guerrero and Martinez’s rivalry now stands at 1-1. A rubber match is a fair way to determine the better man and prove decisively whether Martinez belongs in this city’s pantheon of world champions.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

Bernard Hopkins will show up in wax next week. It ought to be granite. He’s been indestructible.

Hopkins’ defiance against time and his victories over opponents young enough to be his son continue like the clock that never seems to catch up with him. It will, of course. Nobody knows that better than Hopkins, who was wise enough to say this week in a conference call that he won’t still be fighting when he’s 50, yet he will be there for another opening bell on Oct. 15 against Chad Dawson just three months before he turns 47.

Like the graybeard he is becoming, he was philosophical, at times almost wistful, in a call that preceded his fight at Staples Center in Los Angeles where Ripley’s Believe It Or Not will unveil his wax figure. He couldn’t say when or where he’d answer his last bell.

“Can’t think about winning and retiring at the same time,’’ said Hopkins, who will defend the light-heavyweight title he won in a rematch against Jean Pascal.

But he was thinking about history, which he promised would include another chapter about a victory over the under-achieving, yet dangerous Dawson. In the end, history means a judgment, which is as inescapable as retirement. How will he be remembered?

Within the ropes, there won’t be much argument from anybody other than perhaps Joe Calzaghe. Calzaghe beat him on the scorecards in March, 2008, leaving Hopkins with one of his five losses. Calzaghe retired, unbeaten at 46-0. But 10 years from now, who will be remembered as the better fighter in history’s pound-for-pound debate, Calzaghe or Hopkins? I’ll argue that Hopkins will win that one every time. With no apologies to Floyd Mayweather Jr., Hopkins is the real face of boxing, which is more about conquering adversity than it is an unscarred record. Hopkins’ life is a boxing story, an American story which includes prison and a loss in his first fight.

In perhaps a sure sign that retirement is near, he now has arrived at a stage where he wants to be remembered for more than boxing.

“Boxing is what he did, but boxing is not who he is,’’ Hopkins said.

A healthy serving of self-promotion has always been part of the Hopkins personality. Some are offended by that. Many media colleagues are also offended by his racial comments. There was one last May directed at former Philadelphia Eagles quarterback Donovan McNabb. More notorious, perhaps, was the one he shouted at Calzaghe in the middle of a crowded media room in Las Vegas before Mayweather’s 10th-round TKO of Britain’s Ricky Hatton in December, 2007. He told Calzaghe that he would never let “a white boy” beat him.

I wasn’t there for the McNabb controversy when Hopkins, while training for the Pascal rematch, was reported to have suggested that McNabb, now with the Minnesota Vikings, wasn’t tough enough because he wasn’t black enough. But I was there for the Calzaghe exchange, which was pure theater in the hype leading up to their fight.

In one moment, Hopkins was joking with a circle of British writers, telling them that they had better health care in the UK than the U.S.

“Then again, you all drink a hell of a lot more than we do,’’ Hopkins said.

Then, he spotted Calzaghe. He raced across the MGM Grand’s ballroom, shifted his vocal chords from joking to angry and screamed “the white boy” comment at him. It was all in the setting and tone, yet media reports included none of that context. With only the quote, it appeared to be a racial insult.

In meeting with some media before Amir Khan’s victory over Zab Judah in July, Hopkins talked about how it might have affected the judging in his split-decision loss to Calzaghe

“I lost that fight when I called him light-skinned,’’ Hopkins told a circle of reporters, many of whom were light-skinned.

Be careful of what you read. Hopkins doesn’t take himself that seriously. When he is approaching 60 a decade from now, I’m not sure how he will look at himself. But boxing obviously will be the biggest piece in a fascinating puzzle. Still, priorities always change and it is beginning to look as if Hopkins is too.

Hopkins trained in Philadelphia with Dewey Bozella, who will fight on the Oct. 15 undercard. Bozella was convicted and imprisoned in 1983 for a murder he did not commit. He served 26 years before his conviction was overturned in 2009.

“His life is bigger than the sport …bigger than anything I’ve ever done,’’ said Hopkins, whose record of convictions as a 17-year-old led to a five-year sentence in Pennsylvania’s notorious Graterford Prison. “You don’t get a second life. I went into jail because I did something. I wasn’t innocent. He was innocent.

“That’s a difference, a big difference.’’

A wise one, too, from somebody who hasn’t defied time so much as he used it, evolved with it.

AZ NOTES
· As expected, Phoenix junior-welterweight prospect Jose Benavidez Jr. is scheduled for the Manny Pacquiao-Juan Manuel Marquez undercard on Nov. 12 at Las Vegas MGM Grand. Gary Bergeron (12-8, 7 KOs) of Chalmette, La., is the scheduled opponent. But expect changes. Benavidez (13-0, 12 KOs) does. There were three to four changes before his last victory, a first-round stoppage, on Sept. 17 in Parker, Ariz. Bergeron, loser of his last three fights and 2-6 over his last eight, is also scheduled for a bout on Nov. 11 in Australia, which means he would have to book a seat on the Space Shuttle to get to Vegas in time for opening bell.

· And while Kelly Pavlik considers a tune-up or two in an attempt to get his career back on track, Phoenix super-middleweight Jesus Gonzales continues to lobby for a shot at the former middleweight champ. Gonzales turned 27 on Monday. When asked what he wanted for his birthday, Gonzales said: “A fight with Kelly Pavlik. That’s better than a Grand Slam from Denny’s.’’

Saturday continued the happiest development our sport has seen in years. Sergio “Maravilla” Martinez, a southpaw Argentine who prefers Spain but lives in California, is an accidental champion. A career 147- and 154-pounder who won the middleweight title in his first meaningful middleweight fight, Martinez makes a match with a larger man every time he defends his belts. He gets hit plenty and finishes each defense with a knockout.

He is not running for office in the Philippines. He does not have charges pending against him in Nevada. Martinez is, rather, one boxing story every aficionado should feel a sense of ownership about.

Saturday in Atlantic City, Martinez extended his record as undisputed middleweight champion to 3-0 (3 KOs) by putting in an effort more workmanlike than marvelous and finishing England’s Darren Barker at 1:29 of round 11 in a fight more competitive, and therefore more enjoyable, than predicted.

American writers predicted a whitewash for Martinez because no one knew who Darren Barker was. European fighters often bring sparkling resumes like Barker’s 22-0 mark to American arenas then acquit themselves as well-intentioned frauds. Not so with Barker. Martinez was ahead in the fight at the time Barker crumpled but not by the margin American boxing writers expected. Why not?

Here’s an idea. Sergio Martinez is not a natural middleweight. Every fight he makes at 160 pounds, then, features a man who hits him harder than he spent the first 13 years of his career being hit. Martinez relied on reflexes and elusiveness to acquire the middleweight crown from Kelly Pavlik, after consecutive fights with former welterweight champions Kermit Cintron and Paul Williams. That is worth noting.

Pavlik and the man from whose head he lifted the middleweight crown, Jermain Taylor, both worked their ways through the middleweight ranks, preparing for and fighting the Darren Barkers of the world before getting on national television. Martinez, contrarily, is learning how to be a middleweight after becoming middleweight champion. It’s a joy to watch.

There’s a spontaneity to Martinez fights that should be celebrated. He does things differently and often gets whacked for doing so. He stands before larger men, hands dangling at his hip pockets, and bobs his naked face at them, even as they shuffle to within a foot of him. He waits for them to throw then leaps out the way and counters them, or doesn’t. That’s part of the fun: An orthodox middleweight challenger like Barker – no mystery whatever to a Pavlik or Taylor – had good a chance as any of striking Martinez with meaningful punches.

Before you go to the scorecards against that claim, confirming your own prefight bias the match would not be competitive, revisit what happened in round 4. Barker, that limited Brit with a fraction the champion’s athleticism and pizzazz, splattered Martinez’s nose all over Martinez’s gorgeous face. It was a fine manifestation of an old adage that says the right combination is unlimited for being thrown by a balanced man creating leverage at little expense.

Barker was not busy enough, you say? Probably not. But until the start of round 6 – the first to show Martinez looking better than uncomfortable – Barker was making a decent case to his supporters that he was winning. No, nobody in America or watching HBO’s telecast imagined it, but if you watched the fight in the U.K., tuning in to see an undefeated prospect from London, Barker gave you plenty of reason to score two or three of the opening five rounds for him. Imagine that.

Martinez’s punches started to tell after the fight’s midway point, and his theretofore ineffective aggressiveness acquired quite a bit of effect by round 10 when, adhering to a different teaching adage and finishing a combination with a jab, Martinez staggered Barker. A Martinez right hook to Barker’s guard in the next round proved forceful enough to make Barker tip over and decide against rising. It was an honest ending to an honest effort; Barker didn’t stand at 10 1/2 and pretend he wanted to continue. Barker’d had enough, and Martinez had another well-deserved knockout defense.

Then the fretting began. “Whither this man without a country?” went the lament about Martinez’s lack of marketability. He lives in California but vacations in Spain, and half of Argentina could not pick him out of a fashion-show runway. Even if they could, Martinez’s ineffectual promoter tells us, there just aren’t enough Argentines in America! Well, that settles it, then: Keeping him in front of funereal Atlantic City audiences is the way to go.

Never mind that the late Arturo Gatti’s Italo-Canadian roots did not foreshadow popularity in New Jersey. Forget that Lennox Lewis, an Englishman who fought on Team Canada and considered himself Jamaican, made a fortune fighting in America. Sidestep the fact there are 35 million other Spanish speakers in the United States. Go whole hog on the man-sans-homeland narrative, if you wish, but then answer this question: Why must Martinez fight here?

Sergio Martinez holds the world middleweight title; take his show on the road. He surely would have drawn better in London against an undefeated Englishman than he drew at Boardwalk Hall. We learned Saturday that Martinez – as his own matchmaker – found Barker on Twitter. Martinez ought to fire his manager and promoter. He already trains himself, after all, and that has to be harder than scheduling a date with HBO.

Stories rich as Sergio Martinez’s do not visit our sport often enough. We are fortunate to have him. But he is a small middleweight who nears his 37th birthday. His title defenses will soon combine with their 49 predecessor fights to wear him down. The more people who have a chance to enjoy him before then, the better for our sport.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

photo By Claudia Bocanegra

Boxing needs another ruling body like the U.S. needs another downgrade, but if news from the amateur World Championships in Azerbaijan are an indication, Olympic boxing’s administrative acronym (AIBA) is rehearsing for a role on a scrabble board already crowded with the WBC, WBA, IBF and WBO.

First, there was an announcement that AIBA, an International Olympic Committee subsidiary, would investigate a story about bribes for gold medals at the 2012 London Games. The BBC reported that the Azerbaijanis paid $9 million to the World Series of Boxing (WSB), an AIBA subsidiary, to ensure that the former Soviet bloc country would win at least two gold in the London ring.

Then, there was a subsequent story about how each one of Azerbaijan’s nine boxers were seeded among the top eight in their respective weight classes at the World Championships, a qualifier for next summer’s Olympics.

Predictably, the two stories were linked, perhaps more by coincidence than fact. It’s a common practice in a variety of sports to reserve a spot among the top seeds for a host-country’s athletes. Call it a home-court prerogative.

But the allegations, denials, acronyms, subsidiaries and investigations are all too familiar. An interim belt must be in there somewhere.

Olympic boxing has never been able to move beyond the documented fix that robbed Roy Jones Jr. more than two decades ago. Bribery allegations send the sport tumbling back into infamy and the fraud that turned Jones’ gold into silver at the 1988 Seoul Olympics.

In this corner, there always has been a theory that all of boxing has suffered from what happened to Jones so long ago. It robbed the pro ranks of an important developmental stage for prospects who in increasing numbers have since decided to forego the Olympics. Why risk it?

AIBA might be following the trend, or at least the young fighters who generate attention and money. The Swiss-based governing body wants to stick its toe into the alphabet soup with pros in 2016 at the Rio de Janeiro Olympics.

The plan, announced in early August during the U.S. Olympic Trials in Mobile, Ala., would begin with an international schedule for pros in 2013. One year in the proposed program would allow them to augment their income with Olympic medal.

Medals, AIBA President Wi Ching-Kuo of Taiwan said, would help enlighten “the lives and dreams of many boxers.’’

Not so fast, 2012 U.S. Olympic coach Joe Zanders said.

“It’s a little deflating to hear that,’’ Zanders said.

Zanders said the AIBA plan would eliminate an opportunity for young boxers, who often learn their craft in patchwork of rundown gyms in impoverished neighborhoods. Instead, it would favor marketable pros, already rich and well-known.

“What about us?” he asked.

Good question.

“For me, the troubling part is for the poor citizens who have used the Olympics as a step to improve themselves,’’ said Zanders, a longtime amateur coach from Long Beach, Calif., and a 30-year veteran as a youth counselor for the state’s Department of Juvenile Justice. “I guess, we’re going to have find another Greek version of Games for amateurs.’’

But it’s not as if professionalism is new to the Olympics. Pros have been competing in other sports for at least 20 years. U.S. basketball, the so-called Dream Team, is a virtual NBA All-Star team. Track-and-field medallists compete for money on the European circuit. American swimmer Michael Phelps got a $1-million bonus from his sponsor, Speedo, for his seventh of eight gold medals at the 2008 Beijing Games.

Zanders knew that eventually boxing would be next. An initial step was the WSB, a team concept that allows amateurs to get paid and now is a centerpiece to a five-member panel’s investigation of alleged bribery.

Eventually, Zanders knew that boxing would be next.

“I expected it, but I’m just surprised that it happened so quickly,’’ said Zanders, who has famed pro trainer Freddie Roach working with him as a consultant for the 2012 team.

Still, Zanders wonders what has become of the old, perhaps quaint ideal of what it is to be an amateur.
“What makes you an amateur?” he asked.

Speculation about U.S. pros at the Olympics began to circulate many years ago when American teenagers started losing to older, more mature Cubans. It was boys-against-men. Without a desperate escape from the Fidel Castro’s island, however, the Cubans had only the amateurs as an option.

“But this is America,’’ Zanders said. “You can choose to be an amateur for as long as you want. Then again, they’re going to give you a saliva test if you decide to stay an amateur until you’re 34.’’

There’s a different kind of test awaiting AIBA, however, if the controversy continues and the acronym starts collecting sanction fees instead of investigating alleged bribes. It’s called a lie detector.

A Pavlik possibility

It’s no surprise that Kelly Pavlik is desperate to get back into the ring. It was predicted here after he abruptly withdrew from a tune-up last month because he was unhappy with his reported purse for a proposed bout with Lucian Bute.

It also was reported here that Jesus Gonzales, a once-beaten Phoenix super-middleweight, might be a leading possibility for Pavlik’s first fight after the flap.

Gonzales, a Pavlik sparring partner before his loss to Sergio Martinez, was quick to say he was available after hearing ESPN’s report about a chastened Pavlik asking for another chance.

“I think Pavlik is a great fighter,” Jesus Gonzales said in an e-mail. “I know I can beat him and I think he knows it, from sparring with him. I would love to fight him, it would be a great win for me.”l

AZ Notes
· Gonzales continues his good-guy commitment to his hometown with an appearance at a Phoenix car wash for Rick Favela, an ex-Marine and Phoenix city employee who suffered a brain hemorrhage. The fund-raiser is scheduled from 6 a.m. to 3 p.m. at La Barquita Restaurant, 2334 East McDowell Road. Junior-welterweight Jose Benavidez Jr. will also be there.

· And every time I see Jorge Arce win — which has been often lately, I can’t help but think about how good Phoenix Hall of Famer Michael Carbajal really was. As the 34-year-old Arce avenged a loss to Simphiwe Nongqayi with fourth-round stoppage Saturday in Mexicali, I recalled Carbajal, long past his prime, stopping a young Arce in the 11th round of a 1999 fight in Tijuana. It was Carbajal’s last fight.

On Friday October 28, a twenty-nine year old family man from South Jersey will make his eleventh professional appearance inside a boxing ring.

Ninety-nine times out of one hundred, a fighter who fits above billing would be nothing to write home about. But then again, there is only one Derrick “Take It To The Bank” Webster.

Although he committed to the fight game at a relatively late age – “about twenty-one, twenty-two years old” – the 10-0, 6 KO Webster was exposed to boxing as a little kid.

“Tony Thornton, The Postman, he was from Glassboro [New Jersey] and I would always watch him run and train,” Webster recalled. “The funny thing is, though, as a kid, I didn’t have that love I have now for boxing. Boxing is just something I picked up. In a way, I would say boxing chose me, I guess. When I was a kid I would watch it, but I would kind of stay away by it.”

And since that day just less than ten years ago when boxing became an integral part in a young Derrick Webster’s life, the 6’4” light heavyweight from South Jersey has made the most of every opportunity that has presented itself.

“In amateurs I went 38-2 and won the Golden Gloves about eight times — mostly at the novice level,” Webster remembers. “I had the aspirations of making the Olympic team, but I fell short of that. I broke my hand in one of the tournaments, but there was nothing I can do but let it heal up.”

But even as his Olympic dreams were broken along with the bones in his hand, Webster didn’t get discouraged. Rather, he turned his attention to the professional ranks and set his sights on becoming a world champion; a goal that becomes more realistic each time Webster steps through the ropes.

Like most boxers, Webster’s journey as a professional prizefighter hasn’t come without setbacks, however. Besides the broken hand suffered in his amateurs days, Webster’s biggest roadblock in his career has been his ability to secure opponents.

After turning professional in May 2009, Webster made two more appearances inside the ring that same year. With 2010 set to be his breakout year, Webster was only able to scrap twice, once in January and the other in February.

As Webster’s 2010 rolled on without him stepping into the ring for over a ten month time period, he finally linked up with Central-Jersey based promoter, Nedal Abuhumoud, who heads up Nedal Promotions.

Webster describes how the two linked up. “I went down to Trenton to Mugsy’s Gym and was boxing his fighter’s down there. Mugsy [Episcopo] took a real liking to me and my style and we sat down and talked to Nedal,” he said.

Webster went on, “My trainer [Denny Brown] actually knew Nedal, they already had a relationship from the past and he thought it was a good idea to sit down and talk with him. All of 2010 I was always scheduled to fight, but we had a lot of fighter’s pull out of fights and I didn’t fight at all.”

Since linking up with Nedal, Webster has fought with regularity. Since January, Webster has fought five times and is slated to make his sixth appearance on Friday October 28 at Harrah’s in Chester, Pennsylvania – a outdoors fight that was scheduled to take place last weekend, but was postponed until the 28th due to undesirable weather.

“To sign with Nedal now and to be moving the way I am now, he’s made a tremendous impact on my career and everything he told me he was going to do, he’s doing so far. He’s doing a great job promoting me.”

His high-rate of in-ring activity has been just what the 10-0, 6 KO Webster has needed. “I want to stay as busy as possible. I’m not someone who parties or drinks or anything like that so my body is always in excellent shape. I’m always ready to fight.”

Make no mistake, not all fighter’s are ready to go 24/7. Most boxer’s fight, allow time for rest and relaxation, recuperate, and then get back to the gym. But not Webster. He has a constant and underlying motivation that pushes him to the best he can be, to be prepared to fight at all times.

“My motivation is wanting to provide a life for my family and give them things I didn’t have growing up,” Webster said. “I’ve always just been one of those kids that always wanted to strive to have more, I’m not a complacent person. Even if I were to make a million dollars in a fight, I would even try to push more to make more than that. So the motivation really just comes from me wanted to provide and give my family things that I didn’t have.”

And so far, with Nedal Abuhamoud and Denny Brown’s guidance, Webster is navigating rather easily through the super middleweight and light heavyweight waters on the East Coast.

Webster is an impressive physical specimen – 6’4” southpaw with an 80” reach. He’s lean, but solid – pure muscle.

“I have the total package. You’ll find a lot of times fighter’s have speed but no power or power, but no speed. I got speed and power.”

That speed and power caught the eye of Bernard Hopkin’s strength and conditioning coach, Danny Davis, who thought it a good idea to bring in the undefeated Webster in as a sparring partner of Hopkins’ as the 46 year-old future Hall of Famer prepares for his October 15 Pay-Per-View bout against “Bad” Chad Dawson.

His time inside the ropes with Hopkins will prove to be valuable as he continues his pursuit of a world championship.

When describing why he is so unique, Webster said, “boxing’s a thinking man’s game. On top of speed and power, I can box, brawl. If I get you the right way, my aggressiveness can cause a devastating knockout, which a lot of fighter’s have encountered that so far.”

His polished mixture of the above attributes have carried the Glassboro, New Jersey native to his 10-0, 6 KO record so far, and Webster hopes it will bring him a regional title by the end of 2011 or early 2012.

There’s a humble confidence that Webster exudes – one that almost heirs on the side of cockiness, although not intended that way. He just knows that if you come to see him fight, you’re going to see his efforts, his motivation, his working towards accomplishing his goals all on display, inside the ropes.

“I run into a lot of people that say they don’t watch boxing anymore because they say the Hagler’s are gone and the Sugar Ray Leonard’s are gone. They say boxing’s not exciting anymore. That is something I try to bring everytime I step in the ring — that excitement that everybody says is missing. That will to want to come out and see a fighter. I want people to come and see me not because they know me but because they like what I do inside the ring.”

Webster had trouble securing fights in 2010, but he stayed in shape, always fight-ready. This year, 2011, he linked up with Nedal Promotions, a partnership that seems like the gift that keeps on giving. It’s been fight after fight for Webster. He has been able to showcase his talents with regularity, getting more eyeballs on him, more mouths talking about him. But in many 2011 has just been a set-up year – a primary year. The South Jersey southpaw is setting himself up for something much bigger next year.

It’s for this reason that I’ll go on record: Derrick Webster in 2012.

Kyle Kinder can be reached at KyleKinder1@gmail.com or Twitter.com/KyleKinder