Never-ending speculation about Floyd Mayweather Jr.-Manny Pacquiao is boxing’s version of Groundhog Day, the 1993 film starring Bill Murray as a weatherman trapped in time, re-living the same day everyday until he gets it right.

Getting it right, of course, means an actual fight. Without one, we’ll only hear more of the same talk. I’d rather be a groundhog. More of the same seemed to be the message in Mayweather’s New Year’s missive in comments to FightHype. He ripped Pacquiao all over again. That’s not exactly news. On the surface, Mayweather made it sound as if there’s no chance that the two would ever agree to a fight.

But the timing was curious. Mayweather’s latest trashing of Pacquiao happened a few days after they actually agreed on something. Both dismissed an un-sourced story that reported they would fight in September.

Mayweather called the report “a lie.” Pacquiao said it was untrue.

Then, Pacquiao told Yahoo’s Filipino correspondent that they could only “talk about a possible fight next year” and only if there’s no new deal with Top Rank. Pacquiao’s Top Rank contract ends at the end of 2014. Within a few days, Mayweather delivered his rant. But why? Why now?

If Mayweather didn’t really want to fight Pacquaio, wouldn’t he’d quit talking about him? Wouldn’t he ignore Pacquiao altogether? If you’re not interested, why mention his name at all? But Mayweather chose that moment to re-ignite a possibility that had been muted throughout most of 2013.

Mayweather, who is as clever a promoter as he is a fighter, understands that the beginning of any fight starts with gaining the upper hand, a psychological edge, even before negotiations begin. He repeated a lot of the same old insults, but his comments were significant in what they indicated. If he’s talking about Pacquiao in any way, he’s probably thinking about a fight everybody still wants to see. Talk is the first step, but maybe a calculated one.

For Mayweather, Pacquiao appears to be something of a straw man anyway. Mayweather’s real target looks to be Bob Arum, Pacquiao’s promoter. Mayweather trashes Pacquiao to get at Arum. Mayweather says there’ll be no fight with Pacquaio as long as he is represented by Arum. It’s as if Mayweather is trying to get Pacquiao to leave Arum. The Filipino has been Top Rank’s biggest money earner for nearly a decade. Top Rank without Pacquiao is a promotional entity without its biggest star. In Mayweather’s bitter rivalry with Arum, that would rank as a significant victory for Mayweather.

There are plenty of reasonable ways to interpret what Mayweather says and doesn’t say, but it’s impossible to separate anything he does form the context of his Showtime contract, a 30-month deal for a possible six fights and a potential $250 million. For that kind of money, you’d think that Showtime would get some say-so. It’s safe to say that Showtime — and its bosses at CBS — would love to have Pacquiao-Mayweather.

On Feb. 19, Mayweather’s landmark deal with Showtime will be two fights and 12 months old. In 2014, let’s assume he fights Amir Khan in May and Marcos Maidana in September. If he wins both, Mayweather would be 47-0, two victories away from equalling Rocky Marciano’s 49-0 milestone.

Over the first six months of 2015, he could maximize the contract’s potential with two more fights, the second of which might be for his legacy against the very fighter he trashed a few days ago. It’s only trash talk if there’s no plan. The timing makes it look as if Mayweather has one.

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

The seven-day stretch in mid October that began the Saturday Timothy “Desert Storm” Bradley decisioned Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez found contrasting studies of how pain is treated, how humiliation is considered, and how vulnerability is concealed or exploited otherwise. Bradley, capable as any prizefighter of emoting when asked a fair question, showed no vulnerability to Marquez, striking instead an uncharacteristically arrogant mien, one intended to disarm boxing’s apex predator. And it worked insofar as Marquez found nary an opening, geometrical, physical or psychological – nary a fissure in Bradley’s expressive countenance, a dark and intense face on a head he self-deprecatingly calls too large (when not driving it in opponents’ chins or foreheads).

Ruslan Provodnikov and Mike Alvarado both admitted, in a wondrous for rare bit of prefight candor, they were afraid of being badly hurt or killed in a prizefight, the sort of concession Bradley might make privately but Marquez was and ever will be incapable of making – for reasons cultural, traditional and perhaps biological. After Provodnikov laid waste to Alvarado, though, one almost wondered if the Russian possessed actually a fraction the empathy of his prefight demeanor, if he didn’t, at least for a 48-minute stretch a couple times each year, cease seeing men set across from him as fellow sons/brothers/fathers/friends and merely sides of beef that, curiously enough, could be made to emit whimpering sounds when knuckled just right.

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The seven-day stretch in mid October that began the Saturday Timothy “Desert Storm” Bradley decisioned Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez showed that if one puts away his prejudices and looks often and close enough at art of any kind, from its finest manifestations in Rembrandt or Velazquez to its fallenest manifestations in pornography like Stagliano’s, he finds wonderment and originality, he finds better men than himself treating troubles like his own, and he finds, desperately and essentially, a form of solace.

If Andy Warhol and Fernando Botero had little in common, they had an uncommon sense of color, even for visual artists, to unite them along art’s rocky sort of continuum, and it was a sense of color Warhol quite possibly permitted Botero to use some years later, for as much as the Colombian credits his influences to Pablo Picasso it remains true that Picasso, intellectual always before beautiful and cynical always and always, appears less in the vibrancy of Botero’s paintings than does Pittsburgh’s father of fashion art.

If DAM’s shape was ostentatious, finally, its structure comprised none of the conspicuous consuming that is modern America’s specialty; it was Libeskind’s proper recognition that while largeness of scale assures no greatness, architectural greatness often does desire awesomeness.

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The seven-day stretch in mid October that began the Saturday Timothy “Desert Storm” Bradley decisioned Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez brought a celebratory air for Provodnikov and Bradley, men who made an incredible spectacle with one another seven months before, bringing them finally the victories both deserved, and with those victories a codification of their status in prizefighting’s impassioned, subjective, weird, hyperbolic ratings, an ongoing appeal to orderliness that proves man must have hierarchy even when he hasn’t an inkling why.

The clarity of Colorado’s air sets its vistas in a visual space that might better be called hyper-definition than high-definition, akin to the early HDTVs with whites that blitzed viewers and induced aching brains if not temporary blindness, and when one exits the western mouth of Eisenhower Tunnel, a blossoming of sun-reflected snowy whiteness after 1 1/2 miles of gray darkness, he wonders aloud if this mightn’t be the sole place in the world a visual experience of such arresting magnitude can happen.

Mike Alvarado, the Coloradoan who lost on his stool against Ruslan Provodnikov that Saturday night in an unlikely suburb north-northwest of Denver, wore open and suppurating facial lacerations to camp for his March rematch with Brandon Rios, lacerations courtesy of a mishap with his flesh and shards of a glass bottle and at least one other man’s rage, and reminded those who followed his career how unlikely a happy ending will be for “Mile High.” A reminder that came once more, two hours after the main event in Broomfield, when I returned to Ramada Denver Midtown, a recently re-acquired and -signaged property, luxurious 30 years and gaggles of property managers ago, where the frontdesk attendant, young, pretty, edgy, pierced – Denverstyle – told me: “Alvarado? I know Mike! My friends partied with him.”

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The seven-day stretch in mid October that began the Saturday Timothy “Desert Storm” Bradley decisioned Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez made Marquez once more threaten retirement, once more price his way out a lucrative rematch with Manny Pacquiao, once more remind his adorers genius is divisive, not unifying or transferable, and a force that renders a man like Marquez many more times admirable than likable, a man to observe and delight-in but never invite for a beer.

Timothy Bradley ended 2013 finally esteemed like a man with his resume should, regardless of what bigotry aficionados routinely show volume punchers. Ruslan Provodnikov appeared in a California ring across from Bradley in March a wholly unknown entity and finished October as the third piece of a triumvirate of former-Soviet fighters now used to scare disobedient young boxers before bedtime: “GGG”, “Krusher”, “Siberian Rocky”.

Mike Alvarado, finally, found what solace might be had from an adoring hometown, a prudent choice, and a vindicating fulfillment of what natural gifts oddsmakers long had him tragically wasting.

And I had the great good fortune of more time spent within our craft’s fraternity, both in Nevada and Colorado, a fraternity that, at its best, is a mutual-admiration society.

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

A crystal ball is just another glass chin, which is one way of saying New Year predictions have no chance. They’re fun, but they’re also about as likely as Top Rank’s Bob Arum and Golden Boy’s Richard Schaefer wishing each other a Happy in any holiday season. More of the feud appears to be the only sure thing. But it also appears to be headed for a new level of acrimony, perhaps even a make-or-break confrontation, over Manny Pacquiao.

There’s potential for a lot of intriguing stories, but Pacquiao’s Top Rank contract figures to be the biggest in 2014. He has one year left on a deal extended in October 2012 through the end of 2014.

Leave it up to some other self-appointed Nostradamus to predict what Pacquiao will do. His loyalty to Bob Arum has been unshakable since 2006 when he spurned a Golden Boy offer, which reportedly included a suitcase stuffed with a $250,000 in cash. But loyalty is about as fragile as that crystal ball. In some ways, Pacquiao is to boxing what Peyton Manning was to the NFL after the Indianapolis Colts released him following a 2011 season on the injured list. The quarterback eventually signed a landmark deal with the Denver Broncos in March, 2012. Pacquiao’s potential free agency could also transform boxing’s landscape, at least for a while.

Pacquiao enters the final year of his Top Rank contract amid questions. He answered some, but not all, in his one-sided decision over Brandon Rios in November at Macao. Speed was still there. He didn’t appear to have any lingering effects from the crushing knockout he suffered against Juan Manuel Marquez in December, 2012. So far, so good, although Rios’ style proved to be the perfect comeback for Pacquiao’s skill set. The true yardstick for whether he is still the fighter of five years ago won’t be determined until — or if — he faces Marquez or Timothy Bradley in a rematch.

On the business side of the ledger, the bigger question is his drawing power. Pay-per-view reports for his victory over Rios put the Home Box Office audience at between 475,000 and 500,000. It’s a good number for anybody not named Pacquiao or Floyd Mayweather Jr. More on that later. Arum predicted that the pay-per-view number would take a hit. It did, maybe because it was in China and away from the daily pre-fight media coverage in the United States. Again, maybe.

But Arum’s decision to bring Pacquiao back to the U.S., perhaps in April, doesn’t appear to be a coincidence. Without television’s traditional infrastructure and the daily headlines, the PPV number in Pacquiao’s first U.S. fight in more than a year will be a true test. If the PPV number disappoints, it might be a sign that Pacquiao and Top Rank will go their separate ways. If it’s closer to one million, look for Arum to introduce negotiations for another extension.

Thus far, there’s been no news that one is on the table. Pacquiao and Arum agreed to the additional year about 14 1/2 months before the old deal was set to expire at the end of 2013. When it comes to potential free agency, boxing isn’t any different than the NFL, NBA and major-league baseball. There’s plenty of speculation about any athlete, coach or manager entering the final year of a deal. It indicates uncertainty on both sides.

For all sides, money is the bottom line. For Pacquiao, there’s anecdotal evidence that it’s a potential issue There are reported problems with both the Internal Revenue Service and Filipino tax authorities. Perhaps, the stories are overblown. Perhaps, they’ll be settled before the first page in the new calendar is turned. But the ominous smoke is there.

If in fact Pacquiao needs money, the best way to get the most of it is in a fight against Mayweather. No secret there. There’s renewed speculation in an unsourced story about a Mayweather-Pacquiao fight happening in September. It’s about as believable as any other off-the-wall New Year prediction and as likely as Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. ever making weight. But it’s getting attention, which is a sure sign that it’s still the one fight everybody wants to see. Mayweather, of course, has repeatedly insisted he’ll never fight Pacquiao for as long as he is represented by Arum. Mayweather’s latest attack of Pacquiao via social media appears to be a poorly disguised attempt at badgering the Filipino Congressman into making a move.

In part, Mayweather is an example of how the best boxers can evolve as businessmen. Mayweather is now a promoter, an independent entrepreneur aligned with Golden Boy and under contract to Showtime. A better example is Miguel Cotto, who has avoided the bitter feuds and been able to do business with Top Rank, Golden Boy and any other entity in the promotional swamp. By the way, Cotto is friendly with Pacquiao, who beat him in 2009.

Will Pacquiao follow Cotto’s model? Split with Arum? Follow the money to Mayweather for a 2015 fight? Retire after losing to Bradley or Marquez? A New Year offers answers to 2014’s undisputed Story of the Year.

The seven-day stretch in mid October that began the Saturday Timothy “Desert Storm” Bradley decisioned Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez in Thomas & Mack Center ended with a more brutal stoppage victory over “Mile High” Mike Alvarado at 1stBank Center in Broomfield, Colo., a GPS-defying suburb of Denver, than even sadists anticipated, and transformed Ruslan “Siberian Rocky” Provodnikov into prizefighting’s looniest bogeyman, the sound of whose punches still carry for those at ringside that night an especially unforgettable brand of acoustic menace.

The Bellagio Gallery of Fine Art in Las Vegas featured a display of American pop-star Andy Warhol’s finest Western-themed works, including a pair of Dolly Parton portraits excellent as they are obscure, and Denver Art Museum proved itself an architectural marvel more even than anticipated.

Desert Storm, Dinamita, Siberian Rocky, Mile High, BGFA and DAM – they made Oct. 12-Oct. 19 my favorite week of 2013.

Fightweek has changed for boxing writers, changed dramatically and with dramatic rapidity, from the celebratory sort of thing that began on Monday afternoons and included free room and board at the host casino, to a pay-it-yourself model. It is but one more unpleasant turn for a profession whose best days will not return, though with one ancillary benefit: When a writer is compensated only for what words he produces within an arena, his time is his own when he is without the arena.

Saturday in Las Vegas began with a long-awaited lunch at Wynn’s Botero – a restaurant named after Colombia’s foremost living artist – continued to Bellagio’s Warhol display, crescendoed with three judges’ deciding for Timothy Bradley and concluded with another wonderful postfight meal among mentors and friends.

Friday in Denver began among the confounding angles of Polish architect Daniel Libeskind’s masterwork, DAM’s Frederic C. Hamilton Building, and continued to an overcrowded downtown weighin, where Mike Alvarado’s scale struggles afforded an hour with boxing’s best matchmaker, Bruce Trampler, and matchmaking’s greatest character, Jim Smith, anticipating fantastically a Saturday morning drive westward and Provodnikov’s Saturday night triumph.

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The seven-day stretch in mid October that began the Saturday Timothy “Desert Storm” Bradley decisioned Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez provided a resilient sort of joy, a kind Bradley might appreciate, joy by way of resilience, followed by the shocking clarity of Colorado light, pristinely dry for being ever cold, and an overwhelming form of violence no prizefighter recognizes as his own till he becomes its prey.

Before Juan Manuel Marquez stormed to his dressing room yet again while boxing’s malcontent knowers filled online forums with certainty, there came an unusual occurrence to ringside in Las Vegas: Silence among writers between the closing bell and reading of scorecards. Some had opinions of who’d won the 12-round contest, but none had anything like television’s certainty.

As Saturday became Sunday, I sat in Zoozacrackers, Wynn’s deli, across from Thomas Hauser and beside Norm Frauenheim, and I gratefully marveled, as I try often to do, at what an unpredictable but absurdly wonderful – and absurd and wonderful – thing is life.

Promoter Bob Arum, too, was surprised by the way Nevada’s judges found for Bradley in a fight that saw more ineffective aggressiveness and inactivity than expected, but like many others he had a job to do between the overstuffed walls of Diego’s Mexican Food & Cantina the following Friday, promoting alongside Banner Promotions’ Art Pelullo at a weighin the fire marshal closed a half hour before Alvarado missed weight by a pound and Provodnikov struck his signature bellowing-most-muscular pose, and Arum’s job hardly comprised an expression of grief for the surly Mexican who flattened Top Rank’s 2013 revenue projections with a single right hand in Las Vegas 11 months before.

Saturday’s main event began with a look of acute squeamishness and pain, an actual wince, from Mike Alvarado, an aptly tatted and troubled representative of Denver’s rugged and weird interior, and ended with Alvarado, many times more intelligent and athletically gifted than his detractors or rap sheet know, broken on his stool and making an unexpected and prudent decision not to defend his 140-pound title from Provodnikov in their match’s championship rounds.

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The seven-day stretch in mid October that began the Saturday Timothy “Desert Storm” Bradley decisioned Juan Manuel “Dinamita” Marquez marked a vindication for both Bradley and Provodnikov, the Russian who lost a fight-of-the-year decision to Bradley in March while likely reducing Bradley’s future lucidity and life expectancy and proving the Californian as spirited and well-conditioned an athlete as this era will know. Bradley, a man unfairly and ceaselessly maligned for collecting a decision win over Manny Pacquiao 16 months before, received the benefit of most every doubt against Marquez, immobilized by what upper-body musculature absurdly topped Marquez’s 144 1/2-pound physique, surprising Marquez with elusiveness and a counter left hook in their final 15 seconds of belligerence, once that sent Marquez stumbling backwards and Bradley’s gloves prematurely and unadvisedly high in the air.

Enamored as he was of a stalactite-like shape for his titanium-plated edifice at DAM, Daniel Libeskind, one fears, followed contemporary architecture’s tendency to see contemporary art as clutter, detritus detracting from what answers architecture provides light’s riddle – composed of particles or waves? – and made an exhibition hall too exhibitionist to exhibit anything but its own enchantingly crinkled cants.

One needn’t travel 50 miles west of Denver to see vistas unique in all the world, and these vistas begin with Idaho Springs, Colo., a spot placed first on a list of recommended Centennial State destinations by the matchmaker placed first on lists compiled by his peers, and so I went to behold the Rockies and their majestic clarity.

I had watched Mike Alvarado for 7 1/2 years by the time he got brutalized by Ruslan Provodnikov, first covering Alvarado’s own brutalization of Maximo Cuevas in the light of a searing Tucson sun as it set over the empty parking lot of Club Envy in 2006, but not until I saw Alvarado reduced to a frightened target did I realize how much affection I’d developed for him.

And how much I fear news will come of his tragic end before this decade is out.

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

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

A look-back at 2013 with a nomination, one for every month in the calendar:

Fight of the Year: Timothy Bradley’s decision over Ruslan Provodnikov. In an era when memories last about as long as a tweet, a Fight of the Year is often about timing. To wit: If it happened late in the year, it gets votes becauseit’s still remembered. In part, that tells you how good Bradley-Provodnikov was. Nothing that followed the March classic could surpass it.

Good Guy Award: Bradley. A fractured business could learn from him. He was a target for the social-media cowards who attacked him in the wake of a controversial decision over Manny Pacquiao. It would have been easy to wallow in bitterness. But he didn’t. Bradley emerged as a winner, with two narrow decisions in the ring and a unanimous one out of it.

Statesman of the Year: Vitali Klitschko. The retired heavyweight champion is the courageous face of the opposition party in the Ukraine .

Smartest Guy In The Room: Paulie Malignaggi. Media critic and Showtime analyst, Malignaggi exposed Adrien Broner as flawed in losing a split decision. Marcos Maidana finished the job on Dec. 14, in a dominant decision over Broner, the Upset of the Year.

Three Reasons Not To Believe The Headlines: Broner, Canelo Alvarez and Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. All three were shown to be over-rated, over-hyped and — in Chavez’ case — over-fed. Floyd Mayweather Jr. made Canelo look like Robert Guerrero. Here’s hoping Chavez got a Jenny Craig gift card for Christmas. He never made weight for Bryan Vera. Never intended to. Then, he got an early Christmas in September with a gift-wrapped decision over Vera.

Promoter of the Year: Mayweather. He’s grown into the role. The annoying trash-talk has subsided. He’s transformed himself into a singular pay-per-view franchise. He managed to land a Showtime contract worth a potential $250 million, or the reported price that Amazon owner Jeff Bezos paid for The Washington Post. Mayweather, also a contender for Businessman of the Year, is smart to stay out of the troubled media business. Then again, he already owns Showtime.

Matchmaker of the Year: Canelo was marketed as a threat, but Mayweather knew better. He’s a great judge of talent and danger. To wit Antonio Margarito: Mayweather was smart to never have fought him. It can be argued that the beginning of a Pacquiao decline started with the brutal blows he sustained in beating Margarito in 2010. For all of those pound-for-pound lists, a good guide is a list of those Mayweather won’t fight.

Craziest Quote of the Year: There are always a lot of contenders for this one. In 2013, however, the over-the-top prize belongs to Angel Garcia, one of boxing’s crazy dads who deserves serious Trainer of the Year consideration for his work with son Danny. Before his son beat Argentina junior-welterweight Lucas Matthysse in one of the year’s biggest upsets, Angel Garcia went patriotic: “Everybody wants to have their Argentine flags out, but they forget where they live. We represent the USA. Danny is an American fighter. Background is Puerto Rican and I’m Puerto Rican. They say the American fighters can’t fight. The USA gets no props. The same country that sends the welfare check to you. You get that check and sign it, don’t you? Then, you want to be an Americanito.”

Rest In Peace: Ken Norton, Emile Griffith, Tommy Morrison and Jake Matlala. Norton, a former heavyweight champ who had the style to beat Muhammad Ali, died on Sept. 18. He was 70. Ex-welterweight and middleweight champ Emile Griffith, remembered for a 1961 fight in which Benny Paret died after questioning Griffith’s sexuality, passed on July 23. He was 75, Ex-heavyweight champ Morrison, who denied he had the HIV virus, died on Sept 1. Ex-flyweight champ Matlala, one of Nelson Mandela’s favorite fighters and best known for upsetting Hall of Famer Michael Carbajal, died on Dec. 7. He was 51.

Tragedy of the Year: Frankie Leal. The junior-featherweight died on Oct. 23 at a San Diego hospital, three days after he was knocked out in Cabo San Lucas. He was 26. It was a death that could have been avoided. Leal was a tragedy waiting to happen. He was hospitalized in March 2012 when he was carried out of the ring on a stretcher after Evgeny Gradovich knocked him out in San Antonio.

Move of the Year: China. Top Rank’s Bob Arum has placed a big bet on Macao, the gambling district near Hong Kong. Will it work? Hard to say. As an emerging market, China has no rivals. But whether that market includes boxing is still a great unknown. A sign of that uncertainty was raised when Arum announced that Pacquiao’s next fight would be back in Las Vegas after mixed signals in the reported pay-per-view of audience of about 500,000 for his victory in Macao over Brandon Rios in late November. There’s a lot of potential money in China, but boxing’s proven bucks and reliable infra-structure are still in Vegas.

Trend of the Year: Fighters from the post Soviet Union. They weren’t going to China. Instead, they were moving into the U.S. market. Their collective face is already this corner’s choice for Fighter of the Year. Gennady Golovkin’s emergence, proven by a reported audience of 1.41 million for his last appearance on Home Box Office, is evidence that fighters from Kazakhstan, Russia, Ukraine and Siberia can make it in the U.S. Look for an even bigger impact in 2014 from several, including Siberian welterweight Provodnikov, Russian light-heavyweight Sergey Kovalev, and featherweight Vasyl Lomachenko, a two-time Olympic gold medalist.

My introduction to Adam Berlin’s writing came 4 1/2 years ago when he wrote for this site an account of Joshua Clottey’s preparations for a match with Miguel Cotto. I did not complete half Berlin’s piece before emailing our editor and asking him to throw whatever courtship we might at Berlin – a bio, an archive, a picture, whatever – beginning my plea with: “Adam’s a hell of a talented writer.”

After reading the final 18 pages of Berlin’s third novel, “Both Members of the Club” (Texas Review Press; $12.95), I set the book down, smiled and nodded: Told you so.

There’s a tendency in readers’ minds, even the minds of experienced readers, even what minds do the double duty of belonging to a reader and a writer, to treat first-person narrators as autobiographers; one takes the pronoun I, marries it to the author’s back-cover photo and swims along. Adam Berlin’s third novel feels more deeply autobiographical, though, than what tendencies a first-person narrator already encourages, especially when one reads its two predecessors – “Headlock” and “Belmondo Style” – before approaching “Both Members of the Club.”

All three of Berlin’s novels employ the first-person, more immediate than the third-, causing a reader to see Berlin, ageing with remarkable grace through his 14 years since “Headlock,” first as a bar-bouncing former collegiate wrestler named Odessa Rose, body-beautiful and heterosexual as he wishes to be, then as a late-adolescent track runner, nascently gay, named Ben Chiziver. Berlin’s narrator in his third novel, Gabriel, is, like so much in the book, a creation spun from the best elements of his first two works.

Gabriel is an aspiring actor who alludes several times to paid sexual acts performed on men, a model vain and attractive enough to pose nude for aspiring draftsmen in art classes while straight enough to allow jealousy over an evening’s tryst between his best friends, a female artist named Sam and a prospect-cum-journeyman prizefighter named Billy Carlyle, to undo an early lifelong loyalty oath formed by the three in a troublesome placed called Smythe House, a foster home of troubled youth – the reader is left to infer.

In a November interview with fellow boxing writer Lyle Fitzsimmons, Berlin states: “There was a call for short novels for a university-sponsored competition, so I took my 400-page manuscript and . . . I stripped the book down to the required page limit, 120 pages, and sent in the manuscript.” Berlin likens this effort to what stropping a prizefighter does to his body, but it is an analogy perhaps too facile; to remove 70-percent of his bodyweight, the way Berlin had to remove 70-percent of his manuscript, a middleweight would have to begin camp above 500 pounds and cleave entire chunks of flesh from his skeleton.

That is a workable analogy for what Berlin did – “Both Members of the Club” has entire chunks of plot cleaved from its pages – and its author’s cleaving makes Berlin’s third book his best by an appreciable margin. “Headlock” tells its reader too much, in the style of every first novel. “Belmondo Style” allows its reader to infer more and become a co-conspirator with its author. “Both Members of the Club” neither tells its reader more than a 1/3 what its narrator knows nor tells its reader it’s not telling him more.

If a writer can appraise another writer’s work by counting the number of passages he notes, and then setting that passage-count against its page-count, Berlin’s third novel is several times better than his first. There was a gratuitousness to the violence described in “Headlock” and to a lesser extent “Belmondo Style” that Berlin forgoes in “Both Members of the Club,” leading to, among other accomplishments, as good a first-person treatment of what it is like to be in a prizefight, a chopped salad of body parts and euphoria and familiarity and concussion, a reader can encounter.

Berlin showed a talent for excavating horror in his first novel and honed it in his second, with passages like: “I couldn’t move and I knew his hand was under my balls, holding the lighter, the flame going up and up and in. It felt like it was going in. The last thing I remembered was the cold pain. Then I drifted off, numb and spiraling, like I was leaving me behind, running away, but I wasn’t running.”

In Berlin’s third novel, the horror that often precedes a profession of hurting other men is explored, too, but subtly, deftly: “It’s his memory but mine too, mine from his telling, and I see it, see the men finally paying, not like money for me, not like money for Sam, but paying, his father first, the man from the foster home second, Billy giving, Billy beating, adult legs skidding against floor, trying to slide away, crawl away and Billy hitting, hitting, blood so dark, so slippery, so much of it.”

That’s writing, inviting empathy with a clarity achieved through grammatical roughness, which is different from “writing” – the sort of thing “writers” do when they use special effects to obfuscate, to keep secret the limited range of their mastery. Some of Berlin’s best prose in his third novel treats Billy Carlyle’s scars – “Sun through the window polishes the scar tissue above his eye” / “There’s no scar tissue above his eye, his face smooth as potential” – and it’s no wonder, as Billy Carlyle’s story feels more like Berlin’s, even, than his first-person narrator’s does.

The triumphant MFA golden boy of “Headlock” is gone – lost maybe to critical reviews, maybe to a dying industry, maybe to other experiences – and replaced by a guy who attracts you by not-caring if you’re interested, one who doesn’t have to tell you there are things he’s not telling you. Such are the layers and textures time and practice alone provide. Adam Berlin’s “Both Members of the Club” is an achievement.

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

A look back at any year starts with Fighter of the Year. But the 2013 ballot includes an argument against just about every candidate in the conversation. Light-heavyweight Adonis Stevenson is too much of a newcomer. Timothy Bradley’s split decision over Juan Manuel Marquez was debatable. Mikey Garcia’s victory over Orlando Salido was a technical decision, meaning the end wasn’t definitive.

This was a year for many fighters. The collective – no pun intended – face of fighters from the former Soviet Union is this corner’s choice for Fighter of the Year.

Boxing’s resilient ability to re-create itself has always been about different eras identified by fighters from a region or nation, culture or race who have transformed the sport. There have been the African-Americans and Mexicans, the Irish and the Jews.

In 2013, there was middleweight Gennady Golovkin of Kazakhstan, Russian light-heavyweight Sergey Kovalev and Siberian welterweight Ruslan Provodnikov. Their names a few years ago might have been confused with the label on a Vodka bottle. But as the sport enters the New Year, no major promoter is without a fighter from the former Soviet Union. It’s a trend. Major-league baseball wouldn’t be what is today without the Dominican Republic and boxing wouldn’t be what it’ll be tomorrow without the old Eastern Bloc.

In time, Golovkin, or Kovalev, or Provodnikov might be Fighter of the Year in their own right. Between now and that
probable eventuality, however, the trend promises to produce many more names we still can’t pronounce. Vasyl Lomachenko, a Ukrainian featherweight and two-time Olympic gold medalist, is planning to fight for a major title in only his second pro bout since signing with Top Rank.

A Ukrainian super-middleweight named Ievgen Khytrov, who reportedly had about 500 amateur bouts, scored a first-round stoppage in his debut Thursday night in front of sold-out crowd at New York’s Webster Hall just a few weeks after he signed with Dmitry Salita’s company, Star of David Promotions.

America fans are suddenly interested in fighters who were ignored just five years ago, but now are part of a growing number in a group that probably includes more than one Fighter of the Year during the next decade.

SAN ANTONIO – In the weeks to come, it will likely be discovered Adrien Broner suffered from a fatal strain of the deadlywhatever virus in his training camp, did his ringwalk with a right hand broken on the pads in his dressing room, crushed all five of his left knuckles in the first round, suffered invisible lacerations over both eyes in the fourth, and talked through a jaw shattered during round 8. Believe little of it.

Adrien Broner proved merely that he was a fighter in losing to Marcos Maidana at Alamodome on Saturday, a fighter not quite special as Amir Khan – so adjust the seriousness of your reactions accordingly.

If you are reading this column the sensation you have right now, the one you’ve been enjoying for at least 30 hours, is schadenfreude, the pleasure one experiences at another’s misfortune, so perfectly captured in German that English lexicographers decided merely to employ the 19th century’s equivalent of copy+paste. The schadenfreude felt by so many about Broner’s misfortune is evidence not just of “The Problem’s” increasingly odious public persona, a sort of gallivanting idiot defined by the aggrandizement other idiots bestowed on him, but also the lingering suspicion, now confirmed, Broner was two parts media creation for each part talent.

He has reflexes, power, accuracy and considerable upper-body strength, which is another way of calling Broner a great athlete but not a great prizefighter for a number of reasons but chiefly this: He does not have a ring IQ like the great ones, and he is not able to make adjustments like them either. Broner is an imitator, not one who innovates, and not a particularly able one, either – as Broner’s inspiration, Floyd Mayweather Jr., and Mayweather Jr.’s mentor, Floyd Mayweather Sr., must have cringed each of the dozens of times plodding Marcos Maidana touched their self-anointed protégé with left-hook leads, a punch with which Maidana might fell Mayweather once every 10 years, starting in about 10 years.

The genuine misfortune experienced Saturday by Adrien “The Problem” Broner, field commander of “Band Camp,” self-vender “about billions,” brought genuine pleasure to a large number of South Texans, too, men who favor fighters of Mexican origin first, fighters of Latino origin second, and fighters who humble loudmouthed American upstarts always. “El Chino,” so named because of the shape of his eyes more than any genealogical rigor shown by fellow Argentines, was an adopted South Texan for every second of what 36 minutes he battered Broner, largely because he began battering Broner in the fight’s very first seconds and didn’t relent doing so.

Maidana fought Broner exactly the way folks hoped he would, exactly the way noncombatants imagine they would do it if given just 30 seconds with Broner, punching “The Problem” constantly, fouling him whenever he could get away with it, slugging with him like he hated him because he did hate him. The shtick Broner was taught to use in his relentless self-promotion is foreign to a man like Maidana in a way ethnic sensibilities cannot anticipate. The Argentine watched Broner’s crass presentation with about one third the humor Joe Frazier showed Muhammad Ali’s creation of the act, and like Frazier, Maidana proved himself a man possessed of a unique sort of fighting style that does not suffer if marinated in spite.

Maidana was a smarter fighter than Broner prepared for, too. So often when Broner began a rally of any kind, needing two seconds of Maidana inactivity to trigger an assault, Maidana jabbed his gut or head, or rushed him, arms flailing, and kept punching till either a telling blow landed or Broner pushed him off – and no, it was not lost on nearly anyone in Alamodome how much of Broner’s defense, and offense, relied on extending his forearms more than his fists, in one more awkward homage to Mayweather.

Maidana is not a true welterweight, his best days came at 140 pounds, but he is still the hardest-punching and strongest man Broner has faced, the first opponent Broner was unable to impose his physicality upon, though he did try. What few moments Broner succeeded against Maidana came when “The Problem” stomped forward and caused Maidana to move backwards. But there again, Maidana was wilier than scouting reports predicted; “El Chino” often took steps backwards voluntarily, and then followed them with jabs to Broner’s body or left-hook leads to his head, punches Maidana himself probably didn’t think would land, certainly not so flush, but threw more to coil and cock the clubbing overhand right with which he merrily continued to strike the back of Broner’s inanely placed head.

Then there was the well-placed and reciprocal 11th-round humping Maidana gave Broner’s backside, clowning the clown in a way reminiscent of Marco Antonio Barrera’s spiteful driving of a half-nelsoned Naseem Hamed’s face in a turnbuckle after undressing “The Prince” for 34 minutes in 2001. Difference was, much as Barrera disdained Hamed, the Mexican had to content himself with simply outclassing the media creation across from him; Maidana experienced no such lukewarmness of satisfaction, walloping Broner thoroughly as he did, thrusting the top of his head in Broner’s face like a spear in the eighth, hitting him on the break and watching Broner flop on the blue canvas like a third-rate thespian, or a Bernard Hopkins, in the hopes referee Laurence Cole would rescue him from having to fulfill the last four rounds of his contractual obligation. Cole is what he is, but he is also a Texan, and Texans don’t abide gamecocks that strut and plume better than they peck; if Broner expected Cole to disqualify Maidana for fighting dirty it was but one more miscalculation in a night of plenty.

Here is the place one traditionally walks back some inflammatory clause or other, hedging on a character too strong for the moment, but there will be none of that today. The schadenfreude Broner induced in others is now his to bear. The most charitable emotion his current plight inspires is indifference.

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

SAN ANTONIO – Adrien Broner calls himself The Problem because he thought he’d never have one. Marcos Maidana proved just how wrong he was.

Maidana was his problem, again and again, throughout 12 surprising rounds Saturday night at the Alamodome. In the end, Broner was left with multiple problems. But let’s start with the biggie. Broner, a big betting favorite, lost for the first time.

But, it turns out, Broner had an edge in only flamboyance. All of the other advantages belonged to Maidana. The Argentine’s power, resilience and nasty grit were just too much for Broner, who entered the ring with About Billions spelled out in gold sequins on the back of his robe and trunks. He left looking like a broken man. There were no billions in his loss to Maidana. There wasn’t even a single scorecard in his favor.

The judges were unanimous for Maidana. Laurence Cole scored it 117-109, Nelson Vazquez had it 116-109 and Stanley Christodoulou 116-110, all for the heavy-handed Argentine.

Maidana re-defined those AB initials on the front of Broner’s robe. They could have meant Approaching Bankruptcy in this stunning bout, Broner’s second and perhaps last attempt at welterweight.

“I showed I had a lot of heart,’’ Maidana said.

Actually, Maidana showed a lot more than that. He fought with urgency, almost as if he knew this was his career’s last chance in an arena named for a one history’s famous last stands. Maidana (35-3, 31 KOs) made an immediate statement, stunning Broner (27-1, 22 KOs) with a left hook against the ropes.

That left hand punctuated the fight early, midway and in the end. It knocked down Broner in the second and again in the eighth. It was always there, slowing down Broner just as though it looked as if he were about to dictate the pace and perhaps the result. Broner raced to his dressing room without facing the media. His only quote came through a spokesperson. He asked for another chance.

“I’ll tell you one thing, I want a rematch,’’ Broner said through the spokesperson. “I don’t want a warm-up fight. I want a rematch.’’

Maidana had no problem with that request.

“Sure, I’ll do a rematch,’’ said Maidana, who never seemed bothered by the power shots thrown by Broner, a former lightweight and maybe a future one.

Maidana spoke with confidence that he could repeat a victory that included some rough moments. In the eighth, Maidana was penalized one point after dropping Broner to his knees. The penalty was for an infraction that looked to be an elbow and/or head butt to Broner’s chin. It left Broner rolling around in the canvas in apparent pain. There was also a look of anguish, if not self-doubt. It almost appeared that Broner wondered what he had gotten himself in to.

“It was a dirty fight,’’ Maidana said. “I had to get dirty.’’

He had to be The Real Problem.

The Best of the Undercard

· Florida welterweight Keith Thurman calls himself One Time. It’s etched across the belt of his trunks. It’s supposed to be a promise. It’s what he intends to do to the other guy. One time early in the first round, however, it almost happened to Thurman (22-0, 19 KOs). Jesus Soto Karass (28-9-3, 18 KOs), Antonio Margarito’s old sparring partner, hurt him with a winging right. Thurman was quick to recover, landed a left for a knockdown in the sixth and went on to win by a wicked stoppage at 2:21 of the ninth. Soto Karass dropped his hands after he was rocked by a left from Thurman, who followed with three successive punches – two lefts and a right.

· If there’s a sure sign of Leo Santa Cruz’ imminent stardom, it’s in the margins. It’s not if he wins. It’s how. Santa Cruz (26-0-1, 15 KOs) wasn’t happy with his unanimous decision over Puerto Rican Cesar Seda (25-2, 17 KOs). “I wanted to give the fans of San Antonio a better fight,’’ said the Los Angeles super-bantamweight, who retained his acronym-sanctioned version of the title. In the fifth, Santa Cruz knocked down Seda, who argued that he was robbed. But even the knockdown wasn’t enough for Santa Cruz, his own worst critic and a good bet to improve.

· Beibut Shumenov looks awkward. Looks slow. But don’t let looks fool you. His power is real. Shumenov 14-1, 9 KOs), another Kazakhstani with a big punch, knocked down Tamas Kovacs (23-1, 14 KOs) once in the first round, again in the second and finished the Slovakian by TKO at 2:55 of the third. In his first fight in a year-and-a-half, Shumenov kept his acronym-sanctioned light-heavyweight belt and maybe moved to the front of the line as a possible challenger to Bernard Hopkins, who watched from a ringside seat.

The Controversial

Former super-middleweight champion Jermain Taylor was off TV. Some thought he should been off the card, too. But he wasn’t. Taylor was licensed to fight in his second comeback since suffering a reported brain bleed in a loss to Arthur Abraham in 2009. Taylor (32-4-1, 20 KOs) was never in danger in this one, scoring a fifth-round knockdown en route to a seventh-round TKO of faded J.C. Candelo (32-13-4, 21 KOs) of Houston.
The Rest

· Junior-welterweight Ricardo Alvarez (28-4, 20 KOs) has none of his brother’s red hair, but some of his luck. Alvarez, Canelo’s brother, got a 10-round majority decision – a controversial one, too – over Rod Salka (18-3, 3 KOs) of Bunola, PA.

· In a television opener, Toledo lightweight Robert Easter Jr. (8-0, 8 KOs) scored a first-round knockout by dropping Chilean Hardy Paredes (16-13, 10 KOs) with a paralyzing body shot 2:30 after the opening bell.

· Three-time Olympian Rau’Shee Warren stayed unbeaten as a pro bantamweight with an 8-round, unanimous decision over Mexican Jose Silveria (15-10, 6 KOs). But there’s some discrepancy about Warren’s record. The official program and FightFax listed him at 16-0 with three KOs before opening bell. According to BoxRec, he’s now 9-0, his record since his final amateur bout at the 2012 London Games.

· In a swing bout, lightweight Jamel Herring (6-0, 3 KOs) of Coram, N.Y., probably left Showtime producers scrambling to fill some air time. Herring made making quick work out of Lance Williams (6-3, 6 KOs) of Muscatine, Iowa, scoring a second round TKO in the final second of the second round.

ATLANTIC CITY–Heavyweight Amir Mansour remained perfect with a stoppage after round seven of his scheduled 10 round bout with Kelvin Price.

It was a sloppy and rough fight as Mansour was boring in with power shots while Price humped in and tried to force clinches. In round three, Mansour started landing power shots that were more flush under the long reach of Price. In round four, Mansour cracked Price with a right hand. Mansour then drilled Price with a gard left that rocked Price all over the ring. Mansour hit a wobbled Price with eight flush shots and the only thing that kept him was holding on to Price. Price was having a decent round five until he walked into a booming left that sent him down to the canvas. Luckily for him it was at the end of the frame.

The power punching continued in round six when Mansour rattled a right hook off the head of Price. Price came back for a moment in round seven when he landed a solid right hand. Mansout then came and landed a huge right that sent Price to the deck for a 2nd time. Price barely made it out of the round but then called it a night in between rounds.

Mansour, 229 lbs of Wilmington, DE is now 20-0 with 15 knockouts. Price, 240 lbs of Pensacola, FL is now 14-2.

“It came down to who wanted it more,” Mansour said after the fight. “And there is no one with more desire than me. He was tough and we both wanted the same thing, but I’m going to keep coming until I get him out of there. That’s what I did.”

Lionell Thompson boxed his weigh to a ten round unanimous decision over Ryan Coyne in a Light Heavyweight bout.

Thompson landed well over the first two rounds. Thompson was efficient with the jab and followed up nicely with the right. Coyne tried to mount some offense but Thompson was very slick. Coyne was cut around his left eye from a punch. Coyne started to come and land some good blows in the fourth. In round five, Thompson rocked Coyne with a perfect right hand. That set off a barrage of about six hard punches to the head but Coyne was able to withstand that. Coyne was able to mount a nice flurry as round five closed.

Round six saw Thompson get back to boxing. Thompson continued to box, potshot and move for which Coyne did not have much of an answer for.neath the long reach of Price.

Thompson, 173 1/2 lbs of Buffalo won by scores of 99-90 on all cards and is now 15-2. Coyne, 174 1/2 of St. Louis is now 21-2.

“I actually thought I might get the knockout,” Thompson said. “He was a lot tougher than I expected. He took a lot of huge body shots.”

Former two-time Cruiserweight world champion Steve Cunningham was nearly flawless in pitching an eight round shutout of Manuel Quezada in their Heavyweight bout.

It was evident from the opening seconds that Cunningham was the class in this bout as he continuously pumped the jab in the face of Quezada. Cunningham then started mixing in hooks and right hands that drew blood from the nose of Quezada and then in round three hurt Quezada’s ribs. Cunningham continued to dominate and at several points in the bout he may have been a few punches away from ending things but Quezada toughed it out and made it to the final bell.

Cunnigham, 208 lbs of Philadelphia won by scores of 80-72 on all cards and is now 26-6. Quezada, 230 lbs of Bakersfield, CA is now 29-8.

Former Cruiserweight contender Darnell Wilson put the 1st blemish on the ledger of David Rodriguez with an explosive 6th round stoppage in the final scheduled second of their Heavyweight bout.

Rodriguez had a good 1st round but Wilson landed a hard left hook in round two. Wilson landed several more power shots that round. With blood coming from his left eye, Wilson ripped Rodriguez with four hard power shots that buckled Rodriguez. Wilson punctuated the round by landing a thudding left hook. Rodriguez got back in the fight in the fourth as he landed a couple of nice body shots. In round six, Rodriguez face was a crimson mask he got drilled with a big left hook and he was counted out at 2:59 of the 6th and final round.

Wilson, 239 lbs of Miami, FL is now 25-17-3 with 21 knockouts. Rodriguez, 254 1/2 lbs of El Paso, TX is now 36-1.

In a battle of pro debuting Middleweights, Trent Laidler and Vincent Floyd battled to a four round draw.

Laidler scored a knockdown with the 1st punch of the fight. Although Floyd fought hard many thought that Laidler got the better of the rest of the action.

Laidler won a bout 40-35; Floyd won a card 38-37 and a third card 38-38.

John Magda remained undefeated with a 6 round unanimous decision over Jess Noriega in a Super Middleweight bout.

Scores were 60-54 on two cards and 60-53 for Magda, 168 1.2 lbs of Ruthorford, NJ and is now 4-0. Noriega, 169 1/2 lbs of Lynchburg, VA is now 2-9.

In the scheduled 4-round walkout bout, Philadelphia heavyweight Aaron Leonard, 1-1-1, 1 KO, stopped Sicklerville, NJ’s Andrew Peurifoy, 0-1, at 1:50 of the first round.

SAN ANTONIO – Brandon Rios’ strength-and-conditioning coach Alex Ariza was surprised at a ringtv.com report Friday that Rios tested positive for a banned stimulant after Rios lost a unanimous on Nov. 23 to Manny Pacquiao in China.

“It’s been three weeks, and then, all of a sudden, something like this comes out,’’ Ariza told reporters Friday at the weigh-in for the Adrien Broner-Marcos Maidana card Saturday night at the Alamodome. “He tested four times through the whole camp, and then, nothing. We showed them everything, and we disclosed everything that we were using. They never said anything or complained about it. Now, all of a sudden, this comes out? It just seems a little bizarre to me.”

Rios promoter Bob Arum told ringtv.com that Rios tested positive for dimenthylamylamine, a substance found in controversial over-the-counter supplements.

In the ringtv.com story, Dr. Margaret Goodman of VADA confirmed that Rios tested positive in one of five tests. VADA conducted the testing before and after the welterweight bout in Macao. Goodman told ringtv.com that Pacquiao, also promoted by Arum, passed all five tests.

“It’s some kind of dietary supplement that can be obtained over the counter, so I don’t know any details,’’ said Ariza, who joined Rios after a fallout with Pacquiao trainer Freddie Roach. “Everybody takes stuff that they sell at GNC or at vitamin shops and stuff like that.”

Rios trainer Robert Garcia also was surprised. He said he had never heard of the banned substance.

“I have no idea what it is,’’ said Garcia, also Maidana’s trainer. “We’re dealing with some words that I’ve never heard before.”

Dimenthylamylamine is considered dangerous, according to a warning issued by the Food and Drug Administration. The substance has been linked to fatal heart attacks.

It wasn’t known Friday whether Rios faced any consequences. China’s introduction to pro boxing includes a new commission, but its rules and enforcement powers aren’t clear.

SAN ANTONIO – Adrien Broner just wants a little love. Mostly, he loves a stage and that’s where he asked for some Thursday during his turn at the microphone at the final news conference for his second test run at welterweight Saturday night against dangerous Marcos Maidana at the Alamodome.

“With all due respect, I really think everybody should be thanking me,’’ Broner said after introducing his monologue with thanks to all of the usual suspects gathered in a downtown ballroom. “I’m the one putting my life on the line every time I get into that ring.

“I’m the one taking off from sex, although sometimes I probably sneak and cheat.’’

The crowd chuckled, but not because anybody was surprised that Broner doesn’t honor boxing’s old-school ban on sex during training camp. After all, Broner’s flamboyant reputation precedes him. It’s fair to assume he abstains about as often as he is shy.

The laughs were there, simply because Broner is willing to say – and do – almost anything. On the scale of mundane to over-the-line, the laugh-meter often soars into the red zone of outrage. But that’s Broner. It’s why some like him. Why some hate him. By the way, he also thanked the haters Thursday.

It’s hard to know whether all the talk is just shtick or genuine. Maybe, it’s a mix of both. Maybe, it comes from a streak of insecurity. To wit: He talks, talks and talks so he doesn’t have to listen the critics. Or, maybe, it’s a well-rehearsed act designed to attract attention that separates him from the faceless fighters who casual fans will never know. Whatever the motivation, Broner is getting known, gaining notoriety, for his X-rated style of showmanship. But it’s dangerous role. Comedians get booed off the stage all the time. But they don’t get knocked out.

Broner might. At least, some think he might get stopped by Maidana, whose paralyzing brand of power is defined by 31 stoppages in 37 bouts. Nothing about Broner’s noisy reputation will deflect the Maidana punches bound to come his way Saturday night in a Showtime-televised bout. If the taciturn Maidana (34-3, 31 KOs) lands a punch, it could prove to be a very different kind of punch line. It could turn Broner into a joke. But Broner is willing to take that chance. Call him fearless. Call him foolhardy. He’s been called both and a lot more. He just calls himself the next, the heir apparent.

“I’m going to take over boxing when Floyd Mayweather is finished,’’ said Broner (27-0, 22 KOs), a lightweight champion who is making his second appearance at 147 pounds after he escaped on June 22 from his welterweight debut with a split-decision over Paulie Malignaggi.

Those are bold words. Then again, what isn’t from Broner? He is compelled to put on a show, which is exactly what he did at a news conference that included emerging super-bantamweight star Leo Santa Cruz, dangerous welterweight Keith Thurman and former super-middleweight champion Jermain Taylor, who is embarking on another controversial comeback Saturday.

Broner, who said he’ll be the first to stop Maidana, turned everybody into a bit player. He wore a cap emblazoned with his trademark logo, Band Camp, a stable that also includes three-time Olympian Rau’shee Warren, now 16-0 as a bantamweight. His head bobbed up and down, one way and then another. He threw short punches, one after another. He mocked Maidana’s turn at the podium by clapping his hands in a slow, exaggerated manner that needed no interpretation. Come on, man, is that all you’ve got.

When it was his turn, he shuffled and danced across the stage as though he was about to embrace the waiting microphone. He was that restless grade-school kid squirming in his seat at the back of the class.

He couldn’t wait. Couldn’t sit still.

Couldn’t keep quiet either.

Saturday Cuban world champion Guillermo “The Jackal” Rigondeaux reduced Ghanaian super bantamweight and former bantamweight titlist Joseph King Kong Agbeko, no quotes, to an inactive and pacifistic mess, decisioning the African by extraordinarily unanimous scores of 120-108 (12 rounds to 0), 120-108 (12 rounds to 0) and 120-108 (12 rounds to 0). Agbeko, once the very picture of a volume-punching craftsman adept at stealing others’ wills, got uppercutted by Rigondeaux often enough early enough to throw a metaphoric white towel on the match at its halfway point and leave it there.

It takes a special sort of audacity to deploy an uppercut from range in a championship prizefight. Howsoever one chooses to throw it, the punch must begin with a hand perilously lowered, placing an unusual defensive onus on footwork. It is a punch one is taught never to throw moving forward, an instruction a young fighter needn’t hear more than once – hard enough as it is to switch his feet and body weight correctly to throw the punch even when it is a logical counter and available, like when a volume punching opponent repeatedly sets his chin over his front knee, as every volume puncher is wont to do whether by audacity, carelessness or necessity, and charges the uppercut, head lowered.

The uppercut is a punch rarely thrown accurately by the slower fighter in a match, and even more rarely thrown by slow fighters. When thrown as a back-hand counter, the punch needn’t travel far, relying as it does on the opponent’s weight and leverage – rushing into it and impaling his chin on the point of its middle knuckle – and the effectiveness of its shortened leverage can be taught a young fighter by nearly placing his back elbow on the face of its corresponding hipbone, and moving them as one, ensuring both a proper weight transfer and a necessarily restricted range of motion.

To throw the uppercut with one’s lead hand generally makes an up-jab of it, a narrowed glove whose thumb faces its thrower from trigger to contact, and ought be followed with a cross or something from the back else its thrower will expose himself unjustifiably. But to throw the back-hand uppercut as lead? That requires the audacity of a madman in the moment it is thrown, regardless of its employer’s precision. Juan Manuel Marquez used a right-uppercut lead to snatch the fighting spirit right out Rocky Juarez in their 2007 super featherweight match, sending Juarez dejectedly shuffling to his corner between rounds wondering how slow and classless he had to look to Marquez, during “Dinamita’s” mastery period and well before his reinvention-of-physique, to prompt the Mexican to consider such a lunatic ploy, much less snap his head upwards with it.

It was the very sort of audaciousness Guillermo Rigondeaux used against Joseph King Kong Agbeko, Saturday, in as one-sided a championship match as has seen a 12th round in years. It didn’t begin that way, either, and Agbeko, despite what Rigondeaux reduced him to, and despite his debut at 122 pounds coming in only his second prizefight since losing a rematch to Abner Mares 24 months ago, did not begin timidly as one recalls, either.

Agbeko, as high-class a volume puncher as the sport had in 2009, when he decisioned Vic Darchinyan and got decisioned by Yonnhy Perez – back when Agbeko’s aesthetically daring ringwalks included a gorilla mask, shackles and a blonde keeper, in a nod to the middle name, King Kong, Agbeko claims is written on a Ghanaian birth certificate probably having a different birth year than what “1980” Agbeko also claims – began the open of Saturday’s match in proper form, throwing a righthand lead or two at his southpaw opponent. Almost instantly, or at least instantly enough to overwrite in our memories what time passed before its appearance, Rigondeaux snapped a left uppercut from his southpaw stance, a back-hand uppercut counter, that snatched the fighting spirit from Agbeko with a frightful economy.

This was not a larger or stronger man unbuttoning a lesser man, a spent cutiepie American suddenly confronted by someone who hit harder and was quicker too, but rather an evenly matched champion unraveling a former titlist from Africa, a continent from which no prizefighter ever ran his way to America. Agbeko, the man who unmanned Darchinyan when the “Raging Bull” was finished stretching Mexico’s slickest boxer, Cristian Mijares, and Mexico’s toughest showman, Jorge Arce, three months apart, got stung three times by Rigondeaux in the fight’s second and third minute and spent what 33 minutes followed doing anything he could not to be stung again – and getting stung again and again.

Legend has it Joe Frazier said to a young Marvelous Marvin Hagler, “You have three strikes against you: You’re black, you’re a southpaw, and you’re good.” Aficionados looking for an explanation of fans’ and opponents’ continuing avoidance of Cuban Guillermo Rigondeaux – a man whose ancestors arrived in the Western Hemisphere the same way African Americans’ did – might take Frazier’s three strikes against Hagler and add a fourth: You don’t speak English. Something like this, though not exactly this, is what Rigondeaux alluded to in footage from an HBO prefight interview, Saturday, when he said all was always harder for Cuban fighters, men whose leader made a habit of making international laughingstocks of American leaders for about 50 years, because they did not need to get hit frequently as Mexicans.

Statements like that, actually, should benefit Rigondeaux, fighting as he does in a division populated with other Latinos, and subsequently lots of Mexicans – men whose aggressiveness and stylistic deficiencies mesh perfectly with the Cuban’s extraordinary offensive arsenal. Too, Rigondeaux should benefit from HBO’s patronage and promoter Top Rank’s matchmaking mastery. Provided he follows the course plotted him and stays what greedy impulses plague men, Guillermo Rigondeaux may well be starting the sort of five-year run, 2013-2018, that makes a prizefighter into a legend.

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

Follow all the action as Guillermo Rigindeaux defends the WBA/WBO Super Bantamweight championship against former Bantamweight champ Joseph Agbeko. The action kicks off at 9:45 pm est / 6:45 pac with Middleweights Matthew Macklin and Lamarr Russ which will be followed by a potential explosive Jr. Middleweight battle between Glen Tapia and James Kirkland

10 ROUNDS–JR. MIDDLEWEIGHTS–GLEN TAPIA (20-0, 12 KO’S) VS JAMES KIRKLAND (31-1, 27 KO’S)

ROUND 1 Tapia landed hard shots…Kirkland swelled around left eye..Kirkland working the body…Hard right from Tapia..Kirkland flurries on the ropes…Tapia lands a right to the body…10-9 Tapia

Round 2 Kirkland landing on the ropes..hard left..andother..big left hurts Tapia..THIS IS A WAR…Tapia bleeding from cheek..and nose…19-19

Round 3

10 ROUNDS–MIDDLEWEIGHTS–MATTHEW MACKLIN (29-5, 20 KO’S) VS LAMAR RUSS (14-0, 7 KO’S)

ROUND 1 Macklin lands a body shot..Macklin lands a left in the clinch…10-9 Macklin

Round 2 Macklin gets in a body shot…20-18 Macklin

Round 3 Russ lands a right on the inside…macklin lands a jab to the body followed by a right to the head..30-27 Macklin

Round 4 Macklin continuing to control action….49-46 Macklin

Round 6 Macklin has a good ring gernerlaship…59-55 Macklin

Round 7 Macklin lands 2 hard rights…Russ lands a right to top of head..69-64 Macklin

Round 8 Macklin lands a left to head..79-73 Macklin

Round 9 Macklin lands a flush right to the head…Hard left..Russ has blood coming from the mouth..1-2 from Russ..3 punch combo from Macklin…hard 2 punch combo…Russ is back pedaling..89-82 Macklin

Round 10 Russ coming forward....98-92 Macklin

ATLANTIC CITY–Guillermo Rigondeaux retained the WBA/WBO Super Bantamweight titles at the Adrian Phillips Ballroom inside of Boardwalk HalL.

Rigondeaux used his superior boxing ability as he places precision shots to the body and flicking jabs to the head of Agbeko.

Scores were 120-108 on all cards for Rigondeaux and is now 13-0. Agbeko is now 29-5.

James Kirkland scored a 6th round stoppage over previously undefeated Glen Tapia in a thrilling Jr. Middleweight fight.

Tapia dominated the first frame as he jumped on Kirkland which thrilled the pro-Tapia crowd. Most of the next five rounds were spent with Kirkland unloading hundreds of flush punches to the head and the body of Tapia. Tapia was getting beat up but he showed an unbelievable heart and only god knows what was keeping him standing. Tapia showed short bursts of offense in the beginning of the 4th, 5th and 6th rounds but they were short lived as Kirkland pounded away at Tapia that had blood flying from the nose of Tapia until referee Steve Smoger stopped the bout at 38 seconds of round six.

Kirkland is now 32-1 with 28 knockouts. Tapia is now 20-1.

Matthew Macklin pounded out a ten round unanimous decisioble n over previously undefeated Lamar Russ in a Middleweight bout.

Macklin controlled the action with solid ring generalship and he stuck the jab in the taller Russ’face. Macklin landed several hard blows in round nine that had Russ bleeding from the mouth and the defensive as the round ended. Russ came out and threw hard shots in round ten but none of consequence

Matt Korobov remained undefeated by scoring a 9th round stoppage over Derek Edwards in a Middleweight bout.

In round one, a body-head combination made Edwards buckle Korobov continued to pound Edwards to the body and the head for which he had Edwards stumbling into the ropes. Korobov landed a fuselage of shots until he was rocked badly by a hard right from Edwards. Korobov was clarly hurt and even turned his back in an effort to run away but two three more hard shots before the end of the first round. In round two, Korobov landed a hard straight left that sent Edwards sprawling into the ropes for a knockdown. Korobov rocked Edwards once again in round four when he landed a terrific three punch head combination.

Korobov scored a knockdown at the end of round seven from a hard left hand. The two went to war in round eight with Korobov getting the better of the two way action. Korobov ended the night by dropping Edwards in round nine from yet another straight left and referee Steve Smoger stopped the fight immediately at 28 seconds of round nine.

Korobov, 162.8 lbs of Orotukian, RUS is now 22-0 with 13 knockouts. Edwards, 161.8 lbs of Winston Salem, NC is now 26-3-1.

Toka Khan Clary survived two knockdowns and boxed his way to a six round unanimous decision over Ramsey Luna in a Super Featherweight bout featuring undefeated fighters.

Clary was quicker to the punch throughout as he hit and played good defense. In round four, Luna sent Clary down from a right hand and then dropped him again from a body shot. Clary was able to get out of the round and was never threatened the rest of the way.

Clary, 130.2 lbs of Providence, RI won by scores of 57-55 on all cards and is now 9-0-0-1. Luna, 131.2 lbs of Corpus Christi, TX is now 11-1.

Jesse Hart scored an explosive 1st round stoppage over Tyrell Hendrix in a scheduled six round Super Middleweight bout.

Hart rocked Hendrix with an uppercut an opened up with a huge flurry where he drilled Hendrix several more times before referee Steve Smoger stopped the bout at 1:20 of round one.

Hart, 168.2 lbs of Philadelphia is now 11-0 with 10 knockouts. Hendrix, 168.4 lbs of Los Angeles is now 10-3-2-1.

Julian Rodriguez scored a 4 round unanimous decision over Ryan Picou in a Jr. Welterweight bout.

Rodriguez pounded away on Picou in the 1st with blistering combinations. Picou, who was a late replacement tried and landed some shots here and there. Late in round two, Rodriguez continue to rock Picou for the duration of the fight.

Rodriguez, 140.6 lbs of Hasbrouck, NJ won by scores of 40-36 on all cards and is now 2-0. Picou, 140 lbs of Las Vegas is now 0-2.

Egor Mekhontsev made a successful pro debut with a 3 round beat down of Peter Cajigas in a scheduled four round Light Heavyweight bout.

Mekhonstev showed quick hands and hard combinations over the first two rounds. Mekhonstev dropped Cajigas three times in round three all from all hard body shots and referee Steve Smoger stopped the bout at 35 seconds of round three.

Mekhonstev, 177.2 lbs of Asobest, RUS is now 1-0 with 1 knockout. Cajigas, 179.8 lbs of Franklin Park, IL is now 0-3-1.

Photos by Chris Farina / Top Rank

Boxing has no time for late bloomers. Old guys, yeah. But the late bloomer is either forgotten, or dismissed for squandering talent, or just an easy victory for an emerging star. Zab Judah is that fighter. He’s that legendary prospect who has matured after his physical skills have passed their prime.

Yet, it’s the maturity that makes him so likable against Paulie Malignaggi Saturday night at the Barclay’s Center in Brooklyn in a Showtime-televised bout (8:00 p.m. ET/5:00 p.m. PT). It’s been a long journey for Judah, who has fought his way back from almost being a cartoon character in a loss to Kostya Tszyu.

In what became a YouTube hit and an early lesson in how social media’s virtual reality can leave real scars, Judah dominated Tszyu in the first round, then mocked him in the second. The clowning opened Judah up to successive rights that left him stumbling across the canvas as though it were a trampoline. Down once. Down again. Enraged by a stoppage, Judah threw a stool and shoved a glove into referee Jay Nady’s neck.

Funny stuff for anybody with a laptop, but it was deadly for a career that should have been near its prime. It was also a temper tantrum from a kid who thought he’d never lose. Judah was 24 then. He’s 36 now. In the 12 years since Tszyu stopped him in his first defeat, he’s won 15, lost seven and learned a lot.

“As everybody can see throughout my career, I hate losing’’ Judah (42-8, 29 KOs) said in a conference call. “Some of my early losses, I kind of went crazy. I’ve learned to control myself over the years, but losing is something that’s not in my arsenal right now. It’s something that we’re not looking forward to doing. We’re looking at progress and moving forward.’’

There’s a sense that Judah, now in his 18th yer as a pro, is still chasing potential that was there as an amateur with a record reported to be 110-5. He still talks as if he has pound-for-pound aspirations. Memories last longer than hand speed.

Malignaggi, a fellow Brooklyn fighter, remembers how he would wait around the gym just to watch Judah spar. For younger amateurs, Judah was going to be the fighter that that they could only dream about. There was even a time when Judah coached Malignaggi, now 33, in a New York amateur tournament.

“I thought he won that fight, from my recollection,’’ Judah said “Even back then as an amateur he had a heart, he was gutsy. He came out, he was very scrappy. I recall that, yeah, we kind of pulled out a lot of champions that year. So yeah, I think that Paulie did win the fight that year.’’

Malignaggi (32-5, 7 KOs) remembers a different result.

“I didn’t win that fight but I lost to a big rival of mine,’’ he said. “But we won the team trophy. Zab was the team coach and we won the team trophy at the Empire State Games.’’

Malignaggi’s fond memory looks to be a reflection of how the public has begun to see Judah. Flawed, yet likeable for the way he has endured and grown up in a place where vulnerabilities are always exposed. To a lesser degree, it’s like the evolution in public perception of Mike Tyson. Once reviled, Tyson has become a personality that fascinates the public because he doesn’t hide.

In that, there’s a fearless nature exhibited by Judah in losing a 2006 decision to Floyd Mayweather Jr., again in an 11th-round TKO loss to Miguel Cotto in 2007 and still again in losing a unanimous decision to Danny Garcia in April. Each was a defeat, which many believe will be how Judah will be remembered.

But also remember this: With each loss, Judah grew up in a personal victory that turned boos into applause.

No defeat in that.

15rounds.com Claudia Bocanegra was on hand to take the photos of the final press conference for the Guillermo Rigondeaux – Joseph Agbeko press conference in New York City

NEW ORLEANS – If this town is not a traditional place for giving thanks, an American ideal rendered ever more vestigial with each year’s business-hours alterations and doorbusting sins, its greed consuming what greed wrought even on the single day generations of Americans once marked with a cessation of their profit motive, it is nevertheless a place where circumstances placed me on Thanksgiving 2013, and so. But expect no turkey leg this or pilgrim that or cranberrying of the other; if this column is stuffed with anything, it will be art and Sergey Kovalev.

For he is the man who stole another HBO show Saturday, in a co-main event match with Ismayl Sillakh that went off in main-event-champion Adonis Stevenson’s adopted and adapted hometown of Quebec, a co-main event match Kovalev made a stage of, ruining a multicultural Ukrainian standard bearer with a conqueror’s zeal and without four minutes of trying.

If you are a person who writes about our beloved sport weekly and needs to hit a word count before filing, you might want to have a backup plan for those three or so weeks every year you write about Sergey “Krusher” Kovalev, because he cares not a whit for carrying an opponent long enough to give you adequate action from which to fashion meaningful commentary. And from what we know of him from what we’ve seen in 2013, he probably would taunt you for missing that word count, given his druthers, or more probably taunt you for fearing you might miss it, and taunt you in a crooked stream of Russlish or Englian utterances till he had you a blubbering, wordless mess.

But if you are better at this craft than most of Kovalev’s recent opponents have been at theirs, you should have a secondary or tertiary tack, a subject to treat like the lineal champion of Kovalev’s light heavyweight division, a man, Adonis “Superman” Stevens, who despite seeming uniquely crazy before any overmatched opponent in a staredown, proves remarkably lucid, sober even, when offered a chance to offer to throw hands with Kovalev – or barring that, at least you should have spent your Thanksgiving in a city dark and conflicted and mysterious as this one.

Some words about the darkness round here: Away from the pissing places for which this city’s Bourbon Street is equal parts famous and notorious is a culturally rich metropolis, quite dark after sunset as if still recovering electricity from Katrina, and layered with a deeply held resentment concealed by a substantial glaze of Southern gentility and grace. The Sydney and Walda Besthoff Sculpture Garden, on the grounds of the wholly underrated New Orleans Museum of Art, is a recovered and teeming and lovely place to spend an afternoon or two, filled as it is with water and works by an international roster of sculptors who recovered contemporary art from wherever American painters like Warhol and Pollack dumped it decades ago.

Sergey Kovalev, meanwhile, dashed through Ismayl Sillakh in round 2 of their Saturday fight like Sillakh, for whose wares we were given the hard sell by Max Kellerman because Roy Jones believed in them enough to promote Sillakh and get himself temporarily recused from the broadcast, was so much wet tissue paper. Kovalev did not appear to hurt Sillakh with any right crosses in the first, but he did appear to think he had, and so, when he threw the same in the second and connected with Sillakh only partially, he then stood in a neutral corner and dictated to the Ukrainian, in Russian, surely not Sillakh’s first language but one that should burst his ears with imperial implication, he would knock him out were the Ukrainian masochistic enough to rise.

And Sillakh did, too, and Kovalev did, too too, fooled by his own power into taking Sillakh’s stability and consciousness with a right cross and crossed over left cross before Sillakh’s crossed eyes, beneath his own crossed feet, before Kovalev could make a suitably sadistic show of it – which one genuinely senses Kovalev genuinely trains to do, nursing not so much hatred of an opponent but appreciation for his own cruelty: I do not be mad at opponent because that making him human. Argentine Lucas Matthysse was celebrated as “The Machine” because of the impersonal way he ruined opponents with a placid mask on his handsome Welsh face. Kovalev is very much more a Krusher, because that cognomen requires a direct object, machines do not, and leads with letters that recall nothing so much as the Kremlin, the architecturally daring capital of the former Soviet Union, an imperial behemoth that krushed resistance from Kyrgyzstan to Ukraine.

Adonis “Superman” Stevenson, the Haitian-born Quebecer who marches to the ring in a Kronk-yellow bellyshirt cape accompanied by the euphonious waves of a John Williams score, stalked, sustained and sapped Tony Bellew in Saturday’s main event, stopping the overmatched Brit with left hands as well-placed, if not -timed, as Kovalev’s right hands in the co-main. But as trainer and writer Joel Stern aptly foretold on Twitter last week: “Kovalev and Stevenson this weekend in a double header that will set up a future Kovalev and Stevenson double header.”

One feels this matchup already headed the way Juanma vs. Gamboa went some moons ago, though without a prickly single-promoter issue to cite; if Stevenson and Kovalev do not fight it will be HBO’s fault for offering Stevenson either too much money to fight others or not enough to fight Kovalev, and one is hard pressed to see how the network should stumble badly enough to land in either those scenarios. If Superman and Krusher do fight, it should create a short classic, one that sees Kovalev stunned almost instantly by a Stevenson left cross and Stevenson beaten unconscious before the fourth round concludes. It is a fight that must be made before the new regime at HBO Sports becomes another old regime at HBO Sports.

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

There’s terrible irony in news that the Philippines has frozen Manny Pacquiao’s financial assets and placed a lien on the Filipino Congressman’s home over allegations that he owes $50.2 million in unpaid taxes. Pacquiao fought Brandon Rios in China to avoid U.S. taxes, yet he finds himself in a tax fight at home just a few days after a convincing decision over Rios in Macao.

There’s been a lot of talk about whom Pacquiao will fight next. Juan Manuel Marquez, Timothy Bradley and Ruslan Provodnikov have all been mentioned. No matter where and when the next one happens, however, the taxman could be there in what might be Pacquiao’s toughest and longest fight.

The Filipino Bureau of Internal Revenue’s claim against him is as confusing as the IRS long form. In a prepared statement, Pacquiao promoter Bob Arum said U.S. taxes have been paid for five fights during the two years in question, 2008 and 2009. Under Filipino law, Pacquiao would not be have to pay the Filipino taxes on money already taxed and paid in the U.S., Even there, however, a potential problem has emerged. The U.S. tax rate in 2008 and 2009 was 30 percent. The Filipino rate was 32 percent. In some news reports, Filipino authorities have suggested that Pacquiao might be liable for the two-percent difference.

Arum said that Top Rank will prove that Pacquiao paid his U.S. taxes. Documentation, certified by the IRS, will be made available, Arum said. But you might get on to the Obamacare website before those documents get done. Filipino tax commissioner Kim Henares said she has been waiting for them for two years. Expect this mess to drag on. And on.

Meanwhile, Pacquiao has alleged harassment. Maybe. He’s a politician, after all. Alleging tax evasion has always been one way to attack a political opponent, in the U.S. and everywhere else. If the political version of a low blow is in the mix, however, it only makes things messier than they already appear to be. It also means it will be there, in one form or another, for as long as Pacquiao stays in politics

Politics and money, often inseparable, have become the two-headed distraction that the multi-tasking Pacquaio cannot control. Against Rios, Pacquaio showed he still can fight at a level that can generate more money in a career already estimated to have grossed $300 million. He looks to have a couple of years, three or four more fights, left in the bank. In a somewhat surprising announcement, Arum said Pacquiao will be back in the U.S. for a fight in April.

There had been talk that Pacquiao would never set foot in a U.S. ring again because of President Barack Obama’s 39.6-percent tax rate. Even with that, however, the U.S. still might be the best place to maximize Pacquiao’s income because the pay-per-view infrastructure is in place. In China, it’s not and won’t be for perhaps another year. Pacquiao can’t wait and HBO won’t. In Macao, Pacquiao’s guarantee was $17 million. The guess is that he’ll wind up with about $20 million after he gets his cut of the pay-per-view, still undisclosed. If those projections stand up and the Filipino tax man takes 32 percent, Pacquiao winds up with $13.6 million.

In his loss by a lethal stoppage to Juan Manuel Marquez last December in Las Vegas, Pacquiao grossed about $30 million. At the old IRS rate of 30 percent, he netted $21 million. Under the new rate of 39.6 percent, his net would have been $18.12 million, or $4.52 million more than he was projected to collect in Macao. Follow the money. Arum always does. His Chinese venture looks to be an investment in the future. In time, maybe the money will be there. For now, however, it’s where it’s always been.

At 34, money is probably more important than ever for Pacquiao. He has just a more few opportunities to make the big bucks. Although confusing, the Filipino tax claim only adds a sense of urgency to the final stage in his career. In part, the tax controversy isn’t exactly a surprise. There has been anecdotal evidence for at least year that Pacquiao is under some financial pressure. There have always been stories about Pacquiao’s generosity. Arum openly joked about it. Then, worried about it.

Pacquiao gave it away to poor people on Filipino streets. Then, he spent lavishly on political campaigns for himself and wife Jinkee. In August 2013, he put his Los Angeles home up for sale at $2.7 million. A longtime associate, Wakee Salud, was quoted in Filipino media as saying that Pacquiao was going broke. For now, it’s impossible to know if he is. Or he isn’t. But the tax controversy is a sign that money will motivate him as much as it does Floyd Mayweather Jr., who has the “Money” nickname and more of it than anybody.

Maybe, money will finally make the Mayweather-Pacquiao showdown. Don’t bet on it. But if it ever does, don’t be surprised if the Filipino taxman is there, demanding most, if not all, of Pacquiao’ share in what could be $100-million fight.

Former Light Heavyweight champion Antonio Tarver scored a 4th round stoppage over Mike Sheppard in a scheduled 10 round Heavyweight bout at the BB&T Center in Sunrise, Florida.

In round four, Tarver landed a big left uppercut that plummeted Sheppard on the canvas. Tarver jumped on Sheppard and dropped him a second time from a flurry of punches. Sheppard was buckled from a right hook and dropped three punches later and the fight was stopped at 1:33.

Tarver, 221 lbs of Orlando, FL is now 30-6 with 21 knokouts. Sheppard, 227 3/4 lbs of Elizabeth, WV is now 21-16-1.

Randy Caballero remained undefeated by scoring a 7th round stoppage over Jesse Cruz in a scheduled ten round Bantamweight bout.

In round six, Caballero landed a right to the body that sent Cruz to the canvas. Caballero continued the assault in round seven as he dropped Cruz again from another big flurry of punches. Caballero was relentless with his activity and the fight was stopped at the end of the round. The official time was 2:59.

Caballero, 118 1/2 lbs of Cochella, CA is now 20-0 with 12 knockouts. Cruz, 118 1/2 lbs of Miami is now 10-6-1

Thomas Williams Jr. scored the biggest win of his young and undefeated career as he scored a 10 round unanimous decision over former world title challenger Yusaf Mack in a Light Heavyweight bput.

The two traded heavy shots throughout the exciting slugfest with Williams getting the better of the action as he staggered Mack several times and cut him over the right eye.

Williams, 174 3/4 lbs of Washington, DC won by scores of 99-91, 98-92 and 92-92 and is now 15-0. Mack, 175 lbs of Philadelphia is now 31-7-2.

Saturday at Venetian Resort in Macau a passable imitation of Filipino welterweight Manny Pacquiao whacked about American Brandon Rios in a passable imitation of a Las Vegas superfight. Pacquiao won 11 rounds unanimously while looking less powerful and less precise – the margins by which he feels comfortable making an opponent miss have widened since December last, understandably – and less joyful than the man who once made prizefighting his enchanting spectacle.

Symmetrically enough, Manny Pacquiao looked like nothing so much as Macau, the knockoff host city of his first pay-per-view event in China. Pacquiao was not new in any way, not the labeling or haircut or faith tradition or commitment to extirpating poverty with yellow gloves; he was not the same-old Pacquiao so much as the same, old Pacquiao – much as Macau is nothing new but a taupe version of the Las Vegas strip, as if the deities of Nevada, Steve Wynn and company, picked the seventh day both for resting and constructing Macau, finding in their original blueprints a need to revise only scale, calculating quite rightly no one in China who’d seen Las Vegas would want anything but Las Vegas, and no one with a choice would pick Macau.

Pacquiao was a labor to watch at times, such a labor in fact Pacquiao’s body language afforded Roy Jones his chance to make a first insightful comment in 2013, remarking that Pacquiao appeared to be enduring his work more than whistling through it as Rios did, whistling even as Pacquiao’s fists whistled into every spot on his face. Pacquiao did not look spectacular Saturday. He fought like a talented guy who needs to fight for a paycheck and may have to for a long time yet, conserving his vigor and casting immediate glances the referee’s way soon as Brandon Rios, given the choice to fight every instant or be hurt quite badly by a man many times his better, hit him with a free hand during clinches.

The moment of Pacquiao’s rebuttal to the first incidence of this was probably the match’s most telling, as the Filipino did not remove himself, bounce enthusiastically, slam his gloves together, raise his hands, smile, then leap in the fray with a historic enthusiasm for combat – at all. Pacquiao affixed a grimace on his face and snapped left crosses from his southpaw stance hard as he possibly could, investing every punch with whatever he knows and everything he senses about the physics of leverage, trying to terminate Rios’ effrontery with something ferocious, concussing and spectacular. It was in some sense Pacquiao’s rendition of Floyd Mayweather’s reaction to being butted by Victor Ortiz.

It was the reaction of a man who now feels most every punch and finds himself forced even by an opponent limited as Rios into moments of empathy instead of so much seemly sympathy it once spilled from the corners of his mouth in gentle smiles for what men he stiffened. In his prime, a prime that is now passed, Pacquiao showed such sympathetic joy – “I’m sorry either of us has to go through this but since we agreed one of us did, it’s fantastic to be me and not you!” – an observer sometimes forgot Pacquiao was in a fight at all.

A sense of joy is what one now misses most during a Pacquiao fight; he is a very good and innovative Filipino southpaw, a Manny Pacquiao imitator still better at the act than those whom promoter Top Rank used to stage during Friday casting calls on Pacquiao weekends, but he shows nary the same enthusiasm or novelty. Today Pacquiao fights like taglines for others’ matches, “Revenge!” or “Something to Prove!” or “This Time It’s Personal!”; gone is the otherworldly quality he shone, the awe he felt others experiencing, the awe he too felt in rare moments of autobiographical reflection.

Pacquiao beat up Rios much the way he beat up Antonio Margarito three years ago in a fight friend and colleague Norm Frauenheim quite insightfully suggests was the one that changed Pacquiao’s trajectory – when has he looked sensational since? – and Frauenheim suggests this because he was with a comparatively small cadre of media at the postfight press conference, somewhere underneath Cowboys Stadium an hour after Jerry Jones said good riddance to boxing, when Pacquiao admitted the body shot Margarito touched him with in the sixth changed things: “I’m lucky to have survived that round.”

Rios won as many unanimous rounds against Pacquiao as Margarito did, and if Rios’ orbital bone is still intact unlike Margarito’s it is likely more attributable to Pacquiao’s diminished power than Rios’ defensive mastery, an approach to self-protection that reduced to his hoping to counter the fifth flush shot in a combination, which required hoping his opponent didn’t get bored with striking him after four clean shots – the way Pacquiao did several times Saturday. Rios was typically defiant after losing 11 rounds on sympathetic scorecards, chiding those who predicted Pacquiao would make a heavybag of him moments after Pacquiao made a heavybag of him.

Pacquiao did nothing Saturday against former 140-pound titlist Brandon Rios to make anyone think he might finally beat Floyd Mayweather, a man who had less trouble with 154-pound titlist Saul Alvarez in September. Instead, to make the sort of money he now expects and probably needs, Pacquiao will have to try his luck in a rematch with Timothy Bradley or his chin in a fifth fight with Juan Manuel Marquez, and if either those matches lands in Macau it’s doubtful anyone in Las Vegas will miss it.

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

Manny Pacquiao came back from the devastating knockout of a year ago to Juan Manuel Marquez to score an easy 12 round unanimous decision over former Lightweight champion Brandon Rios at the Cotai Arena at the Venetian in Macau, China.

Pacquiao came out in round one and showed blazing speed with his left hand. Pacquiao continued to pepper Rios with straight left hands and blazing four and five punch combinations that started bleeding around Rios’ left eye in round six.

Pacquiao continued to land ripping punches and rocked Rios several times with flush lead lefts. By the 11th round, Rios right eye was swelling from the effects of the offensive assault of Pacquiao. Pacquiao toed with Rios for much of the fight but Rios was tough as he tried to the very end. Pacquiao looked as good as could be and showed that rest did him well as he cruised to victory to the tune of 120-108, 119-109 and 118-108.

Pacquiao is now 55-5-2. Rios of Oxnard, CA is now 31-2.

Evgeny Gradovich retained the IBF Featherweight title with a 9th round stoppage from the man he won the title from in Billy Dib.

Gradovich dominated the bout as he landed some tremendous hard right hands and systematically beat Dib down. From about round six on, Gradovich started pounding Dib abd scored a knockdown in round six from an overhand right. With Dib’s left closing, Gradovich landed some hard right hands and mixed in uppercuts that lifted the head of Gradovich up to the point where Dib’s trainer Billy Huessein stopped the bout.

Gradovich of Russia is now 18-0 with 9 knockouts. Dib of Australia is now 36-3.

Andy Ruiz scored a stoppage over Tor Hamer after three round of their ten round Heavyweight bout after Hamer did not come out for the fourth round.

After a pretty good first two rounds for Hamer, Ruiz stated to take over as he started landing hard combinations and body shots. Hamer looked spent and decided after three rounds that he had enough.

Ruiz is now 21-0 with 15 knockouts. Hamer of New York is 21-3.

Chinese Olympic hero Zou Shiming scored a six round unanimous decision over Juan Tozcano in a Flyweight bout.

Shiming looked more polished then he did in either of his previous two bouts as he sat down on his punches and landed hard shots. Toscano was cut around the right in round three. Shiming continued to land hard combinations. The fight could have been stopped at any point as he was bloodied, battered and taking a beating but he lasted until the final bell.

Shiming, 111 1/2 lbs of China won by scores of 60-54, 60-54 and 60-52 and is now 3-0. Tozcano, 110 lbs of Esonada, MX is now 4-1.

Felix Verdejo scored a six round unanimous decision over Petchsamuthr Duanaaymukdahan in a six round Lightweight bout.

Verdejo showed early in round one that there was a clear class difference as he fired off shots with both hands. Verdejo landed a booming right hand that started round three and his opponent took it well and came back to fire some shots. Verdejo coasted down the stretch while Duanaaymukdahan had a point deducted a point in the final round for a low blow.

Verdejo of Puerto Rico won by scores of 60-53 on all cards ans is now 9-0. Duanaaymukdahan of Bankok, Thailand is 8-2..

Rex Tso scored a 1st round knockout over Susu Sithjadaeng in a scheduled 6 round Super Flyweight bout.

Rios dropped Sithjadaeng and then landed about 30 unanswered blows before the fight was stopped at 2:29.

Tso, 117 lbs of Hong Kong, CHN is now 11-0 with 7 knockouts. Sithjadaeng, 117 1/2 lbs of Thailand is now 7-4.

Kuok Kun Ng won a four round unanimous decision over You-Jie Zeng in a Jr. Middleweight bout.

Scores were 40-36 on all cards for NG, 151 1/2 lbs of Macau, China is now 2-0. Zeng, 147 1/2 lbs of Bangkok, THI is now 4-5.

Ik Zeng scored a six round majority decision over Hero Tito in a Lightweight bout.

Scores were 6054, 60-54 and 57-57 for Zeng, 137 1/2 lbs of Dalina, China and is now 14-0. Tito, 138 lbs of Milan, Indonesia is now 7-3.

Hermanito De La Torre scored a 3rd round stoppage over Jason Butar Butar in a scheduled 6 round Light bout.

De La Torre landed a big uppercut that was followed by a push but was ruled a knockdown and Butar was down for the 10 count at 1:23 of round three.

De La Torre is now 11-0 with 6 knockouts. Butar Butar is now 15-12-1.

Follow all the action live from the Venetian Macao as global Icon Manny Pacquiao take on Brandon Rios in a 12 round Welterweight bout. The action starts at 9pm eastern / 6 pm pacific/ 10 am Sunday in Macoa with a 4 fight undercard that will feature a world championship Featherweight rematch between Evgeny Gradovich and Billy Dib. Also undefeated Heavyweight Andy Ruiz takes on Tor Hamer plus appearances from Zou Shiming and Felix Verdejo

12 ROUNDS–WELTERWEIGHTS-MANNY PACQUIAO (54-5-2, 38 KO’S) VS BRANDON RIOS (31-1, 23 KO’S)

Round 1 Pacquiao landing combination..Straight left..double left..Rios lands a left..Pacquiao lands a left..hard straight left…10-9 Pacquiao

Round 2 Rios working on inside..Pacquio lands a body shot that sets up a combination..Blistering left …20-18 Pacquiao

Round 3good trading…Rios lands a body shot…29-28 Pacquiao

Round 4 3 hard combinations from Pacquiao..Pacquiao landing quick hard combinations..Big left at the bell..39-37 Pacquiao

Round 5 Perfect hard left from Pacauiao..3 hard lefts..Ripping combinations..left to the body..49-46 Pacquiao

Round 6 Straight left from Pacquiao..Rios lands 2 body shots…Pacquiao lands a body..straight left..Big right hook..Rios bleeding from the left eye..Rios lands a left..59-55

Round 7 Right from Pacquiao..Pacquiao beginning to beat Rios up..straight left..Hard right from Rios…Right from Pacquiao..Right hook..69-64 Pacquiao

Round 8 Pacquiao lands a body shot..Left hook from Rios..1-2 from Pacquiao…hard right..79-73 Pacquiao

Round 9 Pacquial lands a straight left…Rios lands a body shout..Counter from Pacquiao..89-82 Pacquiao

Round 10 Rios swollen from both eyes..Pacquiao landing heavy shots..99-91 Pacquiao

Round 11 Good action round…Pacquiao landed quick hard combinations..Rios lands jabs and some good hooks of his own…109-100 Pacquiao

Round 12 Big hook/straight left..Pacquiao looks terrific..landing and moving..Rios face bloody..119-109 Pacquiao

120-108; 119-109; 118-110 FOR MANNY PACQUIAO

12 ROUNDS–IBF FREATHERWEIGHT TITLE–EVGENY GRADOVICH (17-0, 8 KO’S) VS BILLY DIB (36-2, 21 KO’S)

Round 1 Gradovich cut from forehead..Dib lands a right…10-9 Dib

Round 2 20-19

Round 3 Hard right by Gradovich..29-29

Round 4 Dib lands a right..Graovich lands 2 left hooks..Dib lands a left hook..39-39

Round 5 trading hooks..Dib’s mouthpiece comes out..2 good rights from Gradovich...49-48 Gradovich

Round 6 Gradovich LANDS A RIGHT AND DIB’S GLOVE HITS THE GROUND FOR A KNOCKODWN…59-56 Gradovich

Round 7 Gradovich lands a right that drives Dib back…69-65 Gradovich

Round 8 Gradovich opening up on Dib in the corner…79-74 Gradovich

Round 9 Gradovich CONTINUING TO LAND AND DIB’S CORNER STOPS THE FIGHT

10 ROUNDS–HEAVYWEIGHTS–ANDY RUIZ JR. (20-0, 14 KO’S) VS TOR HAMER (21-2, 14 KO’S)

Round 1 Ruiz lands a hard right..Hard right hurts Ruiz..10-10

Round 2..big shots from Hamer…20-19 Hamer

Round 3 Ruiz lands a right..Combinations..Hard body shots…29-29

Round 4 HAMER DOES NOT COME OUT FOR 4TH ROUND

6 ROUNDS–FLYWEIGHTS–ZOU SHIMING (2-0) VS JUAN TOZCANO (4-0, 1 KO)

Round 1 Shiming lands a hard right..10-9 Shiming

Round 2 Shimimg punching more in combinations...20-18 Shiming

Round 3 Toscano cut around right eye…Lands a right off the clinch..Toscano hurt..Doctor checking Tozcano’s cut…30-27 Shiming

Round 4 Shiming landing …40-36 Shiming

Round 5 Shiming lands 2 hard rights..50-45 Shiming…60-54, 60-54 and 60-52 for Shiming

6 ROUNDS–JR. WELTERWEIGHTS–FELIX VERDEJO (8-0, 6 KO’S) VS Petchsamuthr Duanaaymukdahan (8-1, 1 KO)

Round 1 Verdejo lands a left uppercut and combination..Right uppercut..right to the body..3 punch combination..hard left to the body..left uppercut..10-9 Verdejo

Round 2 Good right hand combo..uppercut...20-18 Verdejo

Round 3 Verdejo lands a booming right..4 punch combo…30-27 Verdejo

Round 4 Verdejo landed combination..40-36

Round 5 Hard left hook from Verdejo…Good uppercut…Hard uppercuts rocks Duanaaymukdahan..50-45 Verdejo

Round 6Duanaaymukdahan deducted a point for low blows..Hard combinations from Verdejo..60-53 Verdejo

With the help pf referee Howard Foster, Carl Froch was able to retain his WBA/IBF Super Middleweight with a 9th round stoppage over previously undefeated George Groves in Manchester, England.

Groves dominated the early part of the fight as he viciously dropped the champion with a huge right hand. Froch was very wobbly as he stumbled to the ropes just before the end of the 1st round. Groves could not miss Froch with jabs and right hands. The action was furious with guys landing heavy shots that thrilled the 20,000 fans. Groves started to develop a welt under his left eye. That did not bother Groves as he continued to land piston jabs and laser right hands to the face of Froch.

In round nine, the two had a serious exchange with Froch getting the better. Froch landed two hard shots and Groves was attempting to mount offense while being a bit staggered and for some reason referee Howard Foster stopped the bout at 1:33 of the 9th.

Froch is 32-2 with 23 knockouts. Groves is now 19-1.

Scott Quigg retained the WBA Super Bantamweight title with a 2nd round destruction over Diego Silva.

Quigg dropped Silva with a body shot in round two and finished him with a devastating right to the head that plummeted Silva to the canvas and the fight was over at 1:41 of round 2.

Quigg, 121 1/2 lbs is now 27-0-2 with 20 knockouts. Silva, 121 1/4 lbs of Argentina is now 29-3-4.

Former Middleweight world title challenger Andy Lee scored a 2nd round stoppage over Ferenc Haffner in a scheduled six round bout.

Lee Dropped Hafner in the 1st round from a body shot. In round two, Lee dropped Hafner from a right hook to the head and then again from a straight left and the fight was stopped at 1:19 of round 2.

Lee, 163 1/2 lbs is now 31-2 with 22 knockouts. Hafner, 161 3/4 lbs is now 21-5.

Anthony Crolla scored a 6th round stoppage over Stephen Foster Jr in a scheduled 12 round Lightweight bout.

Crolla dominated the action until Foster could not come out for the 7th round.

Crolla is now 134 1/2 lbs is now 27-4-1 with 10 knockouts. Foster Jr., 134 lbs is now 31-5-1.

2012 British Olympian Luke Campbell scored a 4 round decision over Chuck Jones in a Jr. Welterweight bout.

The score by the referee was 40-35 for Campbell, 137 lbs and he is now 4-0. Jones, 142 lbs is 4-13-2.

While waiting to see if Brandon Rios’ first few punches will show Manny Pacquiao to be a shot fighter, it was nice to see the old Pacquiao personality still intact amid a fracas that had to make some Chinese nostalgic for the days when Chairman Mao banned boxing.

Pacquiao has always been so likable because he gets it when nobody else seems to.

Pacquiao was a peacemaker in public appearances not long after the opposing camps faced off like schoolyard bullies during recess a couple of days ago at the Venetian in Macao. He laughed at it. He asked everybody to forget the grudges and remember that they are engaged in sport. The Filipino Congressman might never be his country’s president. But he’d be a good diplomat. For years, he’s been an ambassador for a sport desperate for one.

Pacquiao wasn’t there for boxing’s latest assault on decorum. Too bad. If he had been, maybe the embarrassing incident, which grew out of a scheduling conflict, might not have played out, ad nauseam, on video that went viral. He might have told trainer Freddie Roach to leave it alone, to let the Rios camp have the gym for a few extra minutes. He might have talked Roach out of confronting Rios trainer Robert Garcia and mostly Alex Ariza, the conditioning coach and provocateur who moved from the Pacquiao corner to the Rios camp with no apologies, yet plenty of insults.

As it was, the racial epithets and vulgar threats made everybody look bad, other than perhaps Rios, who practiced some Switzerland-like neutrality as he stayed busy on an exercise machine while the noisy chaos played out in front of him.

That Rios didn’t get involved is reason to suspect that the drama wasn’t exactly spontaneous. Rios loves a good brawl, doesn’t he? But he remained a bystander, even when Ariza tried to drop-kick Roach. He was just part of an audience for a scuffle that provides an edge to HBO’s 24/7 and a potential boost for the network’s pay-per-view telecast Saturday (9 p.m. ET/6 p.m. PT) from China. During the week of the 50th anniversary of the JFK assassination, that might sound like just another conspiracy theory. But, hey, it makes as much sense as anything else on the grassy knoll.

After all, can somebody please explain why both camps were using the same gym? According to news reports and tourist brochures, the Venetian Macao is the biggest casino in the world. It covers 10,500,000 square feet, which makes it the sixth largest building in the world. That’s big enough to occupy a couple of zip codes. There are 3,000 suites and 1,200,000 square feet of convention space. But there’s no room for a second gym?

The hostility between Roach and Ariza isn’t exactly a secret, yet the shared gym put them on a collision course. When was the last time opposing camps used the same gym in Las Vegas during the week before a big fight at one of casinos on The Strip? It just doesn’t happen, yet for some unexplained reason it did in Macao.

From the Roach side of the confrontation, the flare-up might be a symptom of the unknown. There has to be some anxiety in not knowing whether Pacquiao will display any ill effects from getting knocked out so savagely last December by Juan Manuel Marquez. Roach has revised his prediction. Pacquiao by KO within four rounds instead of six, he said, after watching Pacquiao in training camp. But nobody can say for certain how he will react when that first Rios’ punch lands.

That uncertainty was the theme of a conference call with Roberto Duran, Sugar Ray Leonard, George Foreman and Tim Bradley.

“Rios needs to be very careful because I once was knocked out and I came back and won the title,’’ said Duran, who came back almost as dangerous as ever after Thomas Hearns knocked him out in 1984. “So, by no means can you count Manny Pacquiao out. He is a very dangerous fighter. Brandon Rios needs to be intelligent in the ring, protect himself at all times because he doesn’t know where these hits are coming from. Manny Pacquiao is not finished in my eyes and I still believe he is one of the world’s most dangerous fighters in the world.’’

Leonard, Duran’s old rival, has a different take. He thinks Rios should begin to test Pacquiao immediately in a quick attempt to test his mental state in his first fight since the KO.

“What Brandon Rios needs to do is not let Pacquiao forget about what took place in his last fight,’’ Leonard said. “Rios has to jump right on top of Pacquiao, because what happens is when you get knocked out in the fashion that Pacquiao was knocked out, it becomes like an Achilles heel. But if there is anyone that could block that out, Pacquiao is definitely the guy to do that. This fight depends on whose game plan, who dominates the other, takes control early in the fight.’’

So far, at least, Pacquiao looks to be as cool and confident as ever. The calm within the storm was still there a few days ago. His body language provides an interesting forecast, but not a reliable one for the moment when that storm moves into the ring.

American super middleweight Andre Ward is the sole prizefighter I routinely review in slow motion, the only active world champion whose subtleties bring a continuing euphoria of discovery to me. Ward is, in his way, our sport’s most unpredictable fighter, and most complicated fighter – or did you think he cleaned out the once-competitive 168-pound division some other way?

Saturday found Ward at Citizens Business Bank Arena somewhere in California, unfastening Edwin Rodriguez, a man who, between the ordeal of his prematurely born children and voluntary participation in antidoping tests (whatever his surplus of bacne should otherwise indicate), has enjoyed years on our sport’s good-guy circuit, while fighting nobody. Saturday Rodriguez fought somebody, and even after missing weight by two pounds Friday, Rodriguez lost about 35/36 of the fight, or at best 11/12.

Andre Ward continues to improve, and that brings from the front of one’s mind a retrospective request that sends it on a skittering search for the last time a fighter fractionally as accomplished as Ward improved regularly as Ward does. One wishes to say Manny Pacquiao, from the introduction of “Manila Ice,” the righthand activated for his 2005 match with Erik Morales, an improvement and nickname that introduced many to trainer Freddie Roach’s fresh wit – when he found Shakespeare and lost an entire audience at a prefight press conference, warning Morales: “Beware the ‘Ice’ of March” – but one just as quickly thinks of the Pacquiao who fought his third match with Juan Manuel Marquez six years later, got summarily undressed in rounds 7 through 11, and tactically looked little better than his 2005 self.

Fighters improve in obscurity, like craftsmen of every kind, and obscurity is hard to encounter or embrace once a fighter begins to earn million-dollar purses. What improvements happen, generally, are feats of conditioning that enjoy characteristically dubious origins. Every other time a fighter’s new trainer says adjustments galore have been made, adjustments galore have not been made, even if words galore have been spoken to the fighter and media about adjustments galore, and reversions to form are inevitable.

Ward prides himself on being formless, in a nod to combat-fighting legend Bruce Lee, and one would quickly call that Ward’s greatest strength, if Ward didn’t have so many strengths. Ward does not do any one thing much better than any other thing, but whereas the cliché usually follows that he’s not great at one thing but good at everything, Ward is great at everything. He is Floyd Mayweather if Mayweather had spent the last decade matching himself with men who believed they might beat him. Every Ward opponent believes he can beat Ward, somehow, and that is extraordinary when one watches Saturday’s fight in slow motion – as Edwin Rodriguez is an order of magnitude below Ward’s station and could not have won a clean round against Ward had he missed weight by 20 pounds instead of two.

In a prizefighting ring, even at 168 pounds Andre Ward would beat most American heavyweights quite easily. Are those men physically stronger? Most, yes, but not by nearly so much as we tell ourselves, and Ward’s balance and understanding of his own body and other men’s bodies would quickly offset the physical advantages even much larger men might enjoy when the opening bell rang. What is lost quite often by television but incredibly apparent at ringside is Ward’s superior footwork, especially in clinches; it appeared in this column 14 months ago but warrants repetition: Ward frees his hands with his feet. He churns his feet, which churns his hips, which moves his shoulders and brings his hands out of other men’s grasps, often no matter how tightly they hold.

In this way, Ward is already superior to Mayweather, who utilizes clinches strategically, too, but does not fight out of them – breaks, occasionally, yes, but not clinches – so much as use them to sap an opponent of his poise till a referee’s intervention. When Mayweather is on, every defensive maneuver is a prolonged offensive one, but once Mayweather’s right knuckles start to throb under the leather and foam of his glove, his defensive moves become exactly and strictly that. Ward never finds himself in this position and certainly never gets put there by others. Though Mayweather is many times the fighter – read: the willing participant in a savage spectacle that requires being struck repeatedly to the head as a tariff for striking others more repeatedly – than his newly arrived fans and critics understand, it has been many years since he thrilled in the physical-confrontation element of prizefighting the way Ward does, many years since Mayweather so easily avoided the urge to take another man’s punches personally.

Edwin Rodriguez, introspective enough to realize a lottery ticket was needed to have a chance against Ward, sprinted from his corner at the opening bell Saturday and tried nearly to tackle Ward who dissuaded him both with parrying and with punching. Once the clinches began, Rodriguez struck Ward repeatedly behind the head, and Ward just as repeatedly retaliated and appeared happy to continue retaliating, howsoever worked best, until referee Jack Reiss interfered; it was a treatment of ref-as-annoyance that we rarely see anymore from favorites in prizefights. Much later in the match, after both men received warnings for infractions and lost two penalty points each, Rodriguez caught Ward again on the brainstem, and when Ward withdrew to reset and attack anew, Jack Reiss asked if he was OK, and Ward answered “Yeah” in a way that sounded surprised and annoyed by Reiss’ implication.

If middleweight titlist Gennady Golovkin is fractionally good as his advocates increasingly believe, a day will come when a Ward-Golovkin match will be anticipated by aficionados, if not gangsta rappers, more than Mayweather-Pacquiao was, and Ward and Golovkin will fight, and quite possibly more than once. Ward will win, and when he emerges victorious, he will attain, and eventually be recognized as having attained, a level of greatness for which Floyd Mayweather was ever temperamentally unprepared.

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

It started at yesterday’s weigh-in when Edwin Rodriguez failed to make weight for his WBA Super Middleweight clash with Andre Ward. Then he and Ward engaged in an ugly fight that saw Ward easily score a twelve round unanimous decision ast the Citizens Business Bank Arena in Ontario, California.

The fight started out with Rodriguez running across the ring and trying to bully Ward. Ward would have nine of that as he started drilling Rodriguez with pinpoint shots with both hands. Ward was dominating the fight with both hands and featured a hard power jab. In round four, the fight turned ugly as inordinate amount of clutching and grabbing by both men forced referee Jack Reiss to not only pause the bout but take two points away from each man, warn them and suggest that the commission fine both fighters. Reiss also intimated that he was hit by a stray punch.

“We had two highly trained athletes full of adrenalin and emotion,” the veteran referee observed. “I deducted two points from each of them and warned them that the deduction of another point would result in a disqualification. That was done with the intent to produce an exciting, competitive fight all the way to its conclusion. And it did.”

That admonishment seemed to work as the bout picked up a better flow but unfortunately for Rodriguez it was all Ward as he continued to rock Rodriguez with body shots, hard jabs and even an uppercut that hurt Rodriguez in round eleven.

Despite being off 14 months for shoulder surgery, Ward solidified his status among the pound for pound elite bu pounding out the decision by scores of 118-106, 117-107 and 116-108 to raise his perfect mark to 27-0. Rodrigiez or Worcester, MA is now 24-1.

“We knew he would come out and try and bull me,” said Ward, who showed no ill effects from his inactivity following surgery to his right shoulder.

“Instead of trying to win rounds he was looking to land one big shot. He wanted to make it ugly and hope he could land something big. Jack Reiss did a tremendous job keeping the action going.”

“He was putting his head down a little too much,” a frustrated Rodriguez pointed out. “Andre Ward is very tricky, but does not have a lot of power in his right hand. I am just disappointed in my performance. The weight had nothing to do with it. He’s a good fighter. What can I say?”

Former world champion Daniel Ponce De Leon scored a ten round unanimous decision over Joksan Hernandez in a Super Featherweight bout at the Oasis Hotel in Cancun, Mexico.

De Leon landed an over hand left that buckled Hernandez that made Hernandez glove touch the canvas and was ruled a knockdown. The two traded heavy shots after that to finish the round. Hernandez gave a good effort but De Leon landed the more telling blows throughout the bout.

De Leon, 130 lbs of Chihuahua, Mexico is now 45-5. Hernandez, 130 lbs of Ensenada, MX is 23-6-1.

Roberto Manzanarez stopped veteran Alejandro Barrera in round three of their scheduled ten round Lightweight bout.

Barrera scored a knockdown in round. In round two he sent Barrera to the canvas from a left to the head and finished things with a hard left to the body sent crumpled Barrera to the canvas in round three and the bout was stopped.

Manzanarez, 134 1/2 lbs of Los Mochis, MX is now 25-1 with 21 knockouts. Barrera, 135 1/2 lbs of Mexico City is now 22-16.

Juan Pablo Sanchez scored a 5th round stoppage over Raul Hinojosa in a scheduled 10 round Super Featherweight bout.

Sanchez, 130 lbs of Tabasco, MX is now 26-11 with 12 knockouts. Hinojosa, 130 1/4 lbs of Mexico City is now 11-3-1.

Emanuel Medina (5-0, 4 KO’s) scored a 2nd round stoppage over Maximiliano De La Cruz (0-2) in a Welterweight bout.

Vyacheslav Glazkov scored a ten round unanimous decision over very late replacement and tough as nails Garrett Wilson in a Heavyweight bout at the Turning Stone Resort Casino in Verona, New York.

Wilson took the fight on Wednesday night after Tomasz Adamek had to pull out due to an illness.

Wilson came out firing big hayemakers in round one. Glazkov buckled Wilson in round two with a couple of flush right hands. Round three saw Glazkov continue to land right hands in between the wild attempts of offense from Wilson. Glazkov was cut over his right eye in round three as a result of an accidental headbutt. Glazkov continued to dominate the boxing aspect of the fight. Wilson would fight in spurts and landed a huge uppercut in round seven that rocked Glazkov.

Both guys tried very hard until the final bell with Wilson unsuccessfully trying to land the one equalizing punch.

Glazkov, 222 lbs of Ukraine won by scores of 99-91, 98-92 and 97-93 and is now 16-0-1. Wilson, 204 lbs of Philadelphia was making his Heavyweight debut is now 13-7-1.

Karl Dargan scored a ten round unanimous decision over Michael Brooks in a bout that featured previously undefeated Lightweights.

Dargan controlled the action with his boxing ability where Brooks was lunging in and trying to land the big shot. Brooks started to swell around the right eye in round four but that was never an issue as the fight went on. Dragan focused on the body and landed some nice combinations upstairs. Knowing he was behind, Brooks tried to pick up the pace in the final round and got through with a couple shots. The final round provided a lot of action with Dargan getting the better of the action.

Dargan, 134 lbs of Philadelphia won by scores of 99-91, 99-91 and 98-92 and is now 14-0. Brooks, 134 1/s lbs of Long Island, NY is now 10-1-1.

It’s your turn, Andre Ward.

Ward’s comeback Saturday night in Ontario, Calif., against Edwin Rodriquez (HBO 10 p.m. ET/PT) is just the latest in a succession of Saturdays that sets the table for 2014 and perhaps beyond.

It started with Gennady Golovkin’s middleweight stoppage of Curtis Stevens on Nov. 2 in New York, continued with Mikey Garcia’s junior-lightweight knockout of Ramon Martinez on Nov. 9 in Corpus Christi, Tex., continues with Ward-Rodriguez at super-middleweight and reaches a peak on Nov. 23 with Manny Pacquiao-Brandon Rios at welterweight in Macao.

It’s an uninterrupted series at different weights, yet with a common story line that determines who belongs, who doesn’t, who’s hot, who’s shot and maybe somebody who can challenge Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s pound-for-pound supremacy.

Golovkin and Garcia did what they were supposed to. They are newcomers no more. With a mix of tactical skill, power and poise possessed by each, Golovkin and Garcia fought and won like the major players they figure to be in any of next year’s projected bouts.

Now, it’s up to Ward and then Pacquiao. Same goal, yet the roles differ from Golovkin and Garcia. Both Ward and Pacquiao aren’t emerging stars. Instead, they are fighting to prove that they still are one.

Ward, often listed second to Mayweather in the pound-for-pound debate, has enjoyed critical acclaim from the media throughout his unbeaten career, yet the customers aren’t listening. He’s not a draw, perhaps because he’s been sidelined by injuries, or poorly promoted by Dan Goossen, or unappreciated by modern fans who want more blood and bruises than defensive skill.

Ward, who will turn 30 on Feb. 23, faces an unbeaten Rodriguez in his first fight since undergoing surgery on his right shoulder 14 months ago. He tried to end his deal with Goossen, but lost in arbitration. Goossen is still with him. The guess in this corner is that his skill set is too.

But the burden of proof rests with his ability to win and win big against an unbeaten Rodriguez, who has enough power to make it dangerous in the early going. More than a year of inactivity might make Ward a little tentative in the opening rounds.

For Ward, the task is to get back into the conversation and perhaps generate some speculation about a fight with Golovkin. If not Golovkin, there is Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. A fight with Chavez Jr. might awaken Mexico’s loyal fans to Ward’s ability, often subtle, yet a lot easier to appreciate than anything seen lately in the erratic son of the Mexican legend.

Ward needs to create an audience. Pacquiao already has one.

Yet even it is nervous about who will show up on Nov. 23 in a bout that also represents the biggest step in promoter Bob Arum’s attempt to create a Chinese market. The last time we saw Pacquiao, he was face-down and unconscious from a crushing knockout by a right from Juan Manuel Marquez in December.

Pacquiao, trainer Freddie Roach and Arum are saying all of the right things. Knockouts happen. Pacqiao has looked as “brave” as ever in sparring, Roach said in a conference call from General Santos City, Pacquiao’s Filipino hometown, which was not affected by the devastating typhoon that hit other parts of the island nation.

Roach said he expects Pacquiao to knock out Rios within six rounds. But even he conceded he couldn’t be certain how Pacquiao will react until opening bell. Roach has only his own experience as a featherweight and lightweight. But it’s a reason for caution.

“To be honest with you, when I was knocked out for the first time, it changed my whole career, because I was never as brave as Manny,’’ Roach said. “I lost my self-confidence. But Manny is not like me. Manny is a realist and he accepts it. I know everybody doesn’t think the same way. But since he accepts it, it doesn’t bother him.”

If Roach’s confidence isn’t misplaced and the fearless, relentless Pacquiao is back, Roach would like to see a rematch in a fifth fight with Marquez.

“We wanted to fight Marquez but Marquez refused to fight us,’’ Roach said “We want Marquez one more time, yes. That’s the fight we want. Mayweather too, of course.’’

Of course, Mayweather hasn’t said anything about that renewed possibility. There are still a couple of Saturdays to go before he can really address that one.

AZ Notes
· Speaking of comebacks, remember Jose Benavidez Jr.? The unbeaten junior-welterweight (17-0, 13 KOs) from Phoenix is scheduled for his first fight in more than a year Saturday at the AVI Resort & Casino in Laughlin, Nev., on a televised card (Solo Boxeo on UniMas, 11 pm. ET/PT) featured by 140-pound contender Jose Felix (25-0-1, 20 KOs) against Santos Benavides (23-4-1, 17 KOs). Benavidez, who has undergone a couple of surgical procedures on a troublesome right hand, hasn’t fought since October, 2012 when he was rocked late in an 8-round victory by unanimous decision over Pavel Miranda. He’s scheduled for a six-rounder against Mexican Abraham Alvarez (16-4-1, 7 KOs) First bell is scheduled for 6:30 p.m.

· Another Saturday night card (first bell 6 p.m.) is scheduled in Phoenix at Celebrity Theatre. Iron Boy Promotions has eight bouts planned. Phoenix junior-welterweight Juan Garcia (18-3, 7 KOs) is in the main against Rashad Ganaway (14-3-1, 9 KOs).