Francisco Gonzalez Cigarroa’s official title is Chancellor of the Texas University System, but he acted like an emperor in canceling the Julio Cesar Chavez Jr.-Andy Lee fight at Texas-El Paso’s Sun Bowl in the dumbest decree since World Boxing Council President Jose Sulaiman announced that his acronym would prohibit Mexicans from fighting in Arizona because of SB 1070, the state’s controversial immigration law.

Epithets have been flying since Tuesday when Cigarroa turned thumbs down on the June 16 fight, citing a heightened, yet undisclosed, security risk, just a few days after no arrests were reported during Abner Mares’ victory over Eric Morel at UTEP’s Don Haskins Center. Bob Arum screamed “racist” in comments to Tim Smith of the New York Daily News. Diplomacy has never been an Arum specialty. Still, it also would be naive to say that race isn’t there, somewhere, in any immigration controversy. At demonstrations for and against SB 1070 in front of Arizona’s capitol in Phoenix, it’s there almost every day, in word and deed.

At best, however, Cigarroa’s decision without a vote from the Texas Board of Regents appears to be misinformed. At worst, it’s an insult to El Paso and the border city’s well-practiced ability at crowd control. News reports suggest the Chancellor feared a big boxing crowd in an outdoor stadium would import the random violence associated to the drug wars in Juarez. But is there any history of Mexican drug gangs disrupting fight cards in their own country? Don’t think so.

In 2009, Arum promoted a card in an arena north of Tijuana. Then, there was concern that rival cartels would move the front lines to ringside. But there were no reported incidents. The only violence was within the ring, any irony perhaps, but also a sign that Mexico’s reverence for the violent sport actually serves as a refuge from the tragedy that runs through its streets. It’s similar to the Philippines, where rebels and government troops reportedly declare a truce to watch Manny Pacquaio. They resume their fight after Pacquiao finishes his.

Cigarroa’s action also smacks of arrogance, not unlike newspaper editors who have quit covering the sport and abandoned potential readers in the process simply because they don’t like boxing. What does that say about their business sense? Take a look at circulation numbers. There’s not much of either.

If not arrogance, Cigarroa was grandstanding in the style of Sulaiman, a president who often acts as though he wants to be a Chancellor. On May 1, 2010, the WBC said it would not “authorize” Mexicans to fight in Arizona. Who knew? Just when you thought the WBC only collects sanctioning fees, you discover it also issues passports. Just kidding, I think.

What wasn’t a joke, however, was the impact it had on the Arizona market, one of the nation’s liveliest for many years. Golden Boy Promotions left Desert Diamond Casino south of Tucson. Top Rank prospect Jose Benavidez Jr.’s pro debut in hometown Phoenix was delayed in 2010 because broadcaster TV Azteca and advertiser Tecate didn’t want to be tied to Arizona at the height of the controversy. Only the grandstanders profited.

In August of 2010, three Mexican fighters crossed the border and fought at Casino del Sol on tribal land near Tucson, despite Suliaman’s proclamation. Two, lightweight Genaro Trazancos of Mexico City and featherweight Adolfo Landeros of Hidalgo, were warned by the WBC before opening bell that they faced suspension for defying Sulaiman.

“That’s it, I guess,’’ Trazancos said after a loss to Filipino Mercito Gesta at Casino Del Sol in a TeleFutura-televised bout. “I guess, I’m suspended. Believe me, I strongly support Mexican migrants. They have to work for a living. So do I.’’

Trazancos has fought four times since then, once in Mexico last May in Mexicali. Sulaiman’s threatened suspension? If there was one, it lasted about as long as anybody took it seriously. Meanwhile, Antonio Margarito is scheduled to fight at Casino del Sol on May 26. It’s safe to say that Sulaiman hasn’t threatened to suspend him, not with the chance at collecting another sanctioning fee if Margarito gets a shot at Chavez’ WBC middleweight belt instead of Sergio Martinez.

Chancellor Cigarroa’s cancellation is more damaging because it subtracts a paycheck from working folks at the concession stands. It robs El Paso’s hotels and restaurants of revenue. The city loses tax money. I applaud Arum for fighting to keep the bout in Texas, Houston or San Antonio. It belongs there — now more than ever — in a stand against the stupidity of people who act as if their titles aren’t interim.
AZ Notes

· Margarito’s bout, his first since losing to Miguel Cotto, at Casino del Sol’s outdoor arena against Abel Perry (18-5, 9 KOs) of Colorado Springs will be officially announced Monday at the Tucson casino. The 33-year-old Perry, an orthodox right-hander, has won his last five fights, four by stoppage. It’s also been announced that Benavidez will fight on the card in what would be his first bout since undergoing surgery on his right wrist in January. A Benavidez opponent has yet to be determined. The unbeaten junior-welterweight has been testing the surgically-repaired wrist in workouts at Central Boxing in downtown Phoenix

· Phoenix super-bantamweight Emiliano Garcia (5-0-1, 1 KO) has added an experienced, insightful eye to his corner in trainer Chuck McGregor. McGregor, also of Phoenix, was in Garcia’s corner last Saturday for a unanimous decision over Jesse Ruiz (0-2) in front of a wild crowd at Celebrity Theatre. McGregor, Shannon Briggs’ trainer when he took the World Boxing Organization’s heavyweight title in 2006 from Sergei Liakhovich, occupies an interesting footnote in boxing history. He worked a corner in boxing’s last 15-round fight – Calvin Grove’s 1988 loss by majority decision to Jorge Paez for the International Boxing Federation’s featherweight title in Mexicali.

“Makes fun of the Easter Bunny / Reunites with dad / Goes to pololoco for chick . . . plays basketball; crosstraining? Hungry again, narrator says: more fried chicken”

Those are the writer’s notes on Saturday night. It’s preliminary sketching for a piece he has to write for one of the wire services, about the marketing of boxing pay-per-view attractions. They were supposed to be out of this business of network advertising after the last one went so terribly, but then a reader used the word “hater” in an email to the editor, and now the writer has to redeem the service. Coincidences abound, thinks the writer, as he edits what he will record about what he is watching because his editor is a goaltender who doesn’t take to combat sports and holds it against every article that treats them, and so he’s going to have to shoot for the corners if any of this story will make it to print.

The writer sits on the opposite side of a couch from his girlfriend’s son, who is 15 and typical. He says he is a fan and an athlete; he attends the boxing gym – when his dad takes him – but mostly goes upstairs and plays basketball, as that is where the girls, and so the better athletes, congregate. His mom says he is a JV player on Mayweather’s “Money Team,” forgetting the captain for about half of each year.

“Floyd’s right, you know?” the kid says to the room. “The Easter Bunny laying eggs is dumb.”

The writer makes a note about Floyd’s grasp on the obvious, wondering if the obvious vulgarly expressed was as alluring when he was 15. He decides it was. Floyd’s primary appeal may lie in his saying things others won’t. It resonates with a teenager who sees conformists getting invited to parties that snub nonconformists.

“‘Floyd and I’s bond is unbreakable’?” the writer notes, transcribing what Mayweather’s fiancée says on the first of two HBO programs about Mayweather. “Loyalty?”

“Even women want to stay on the Money Team,” the kid says to the room. “Ms. Jackson knows she’s got it better with Floyd.”

“‘Ride-or-die’?” the writer notes with an asterisk, to remind himself to see what that means later, or maybe think of a gentle way to ask his girlfriend’s son.

“I’m still going strong!” Mayweather shouts at the camera. “I still look good and young. Feel strong. Still got big muscles. Still flamboyant. Still shit-talking. Fly whips, big mansions!”

The kid smiles at the television and thinks Floyd had to say that, cued by the producer. Like a switch. For the haters. It makes white people, the Republicans, buy fights to see Floyd get beat up. But Floyd never loses. He’s too smart.

“There’s 50!” the kid says to the room. “He’s a genius.”

The writer changes his posture, instantly defensive. This derelict “a genius”? Isn’t he the guy who got rich singing it was somebody’s birthday? “WTF?” the writer scribbles in large letters.

“That’s crazy,” the kid says. “I thought 50 was out, like, every night.”

The writer’s previous posture returns. “Curtis Jackson as an introvert and artist . . .” he writes. Actually hadn’t crossed his mind.

“Floyd’s got’em again,” the kid says. “How you gonna call yourself ‘loyal’ and fire your own uncle, Cotto? Floyd’s real. He can only act like he doesn’t care a little. Then he brings the truth.”

He’s not a good actor either, the writer thinks. A pro shouldn’t get tired while on set. “Half-assed villain,” the writer notes.

“Hey, it’s the nerdy dude from the Tupac movies!” the kid says. “I didn’t know they were doing two ‘24/7s’.”

“‘On Floyd Mayweather’,” the writer puts at the top of a new page in his notebook, and underlines it.

The kid watches Floyd yell at his father and throw his ass out of the gym. That’s what you get. You show up, now, when your boy is famous, and you try to take over his gym for the cameras, and you dis your own brother by saying you did everything? Throw his ass out.

“Mayweather’s dad / cussing him out / says he’s nothing / former drug dealer / comes back for control,” the writer notes, wondering how much of Floyd’s point, here, would be lost in exposition.

The kid checks his cell. He’s bored. The nerdy dude is making Floyd look weak.

“King and Malcolm X!” the writer says to the room. “You’re no civil rights hero for going to jail, Floyd!”

“Malcolm wasn’t what y’all would call a ‘civil rights hero’ when he went to jail, either,” the kid says. “Was he?”

“No one would never understand me,” Mayweather says to Michael Eric Dyson.

“I understand you,” the kid says. “Because nobody understands me.”

No 15 year-old thinks anyone understands him, the writer thinks. He gives others what Oscar Wilde called the benefit of his own inexperience. “‘Nobody understands me’ / same thing Tyson said,” the writer notes; “they capture the disconnectedness of the American teenager”

“Floyd’s making the professor the student,” the kid says. “The nerdy dude just said Floyd was intelligent and well-spoken. Put him on the Money Team, Floyd.”

“‘School will always be there’?” the writer notes. How can he say that to a college professor? how can he be so dismissive? how can the professor just sit there and take it, smiling? “wtf?” the writer scribbles again.

“That’s what a man does, dude,” the kid says. “Floyd had a family to take care of. He made the man’s choice.”

Mayweather leans over and shakes Dyson’s fingers, and the camera swoops upwards.

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

PASO, Texas (April 22, 2012) – Abner Mares has power, he has speed, and now he has a second world championship belt. Mares, the 26-year-old undefeated Mexican American from Hawaiian Gardens, Calif., by way of Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, captured the vacant WBC Super Bantamweight World Championship with an emphatic victory over game veteran Eric Morel on SHOWTIME CHAMPIONSHIP BOXING on Saturday night at the Don Haskins Center in El Paso, Texas.

In the co-feature, Anselmo Moreno, the slick and talented Panamanian world champion, cruised to victory over David de la Mora with a ninth-round technical knockout.

Mares, who recently vacated the IBF bantamweight title, brought considerable power up to 122 pounds and seemed to sacrifice none of his hand speed. Morel, 10 years Mares’ senior, is a veteran of nine world title fights and a former two-time world champion. Morel admitted coming into the fight that this could be his last shot at one of boxing’s crowns. The Puerto Rico native, now living and fighting out of Madison, Wisconsin, came to win, but Mares’ confidence and ability won the night.

Fighting aggressively for every minute of every round, Mares dominated from the early going with a damaging body attack. He moved fluidly from the body to the head, stunning Morel on several occasions.

What Morel gave up in age, he made up for in heart. Morel withstood the punishment dolled out by the younger Mares. He gave a valiant effort right through the final two rounds, making the 11th and 12th the two most exciting and competitive of the bout.

“If this is the last major fight of his career,” said Hall of Fame analyst Al Bernstein during the telecast, “and it very well could be, he has nothing to be ashamed of.”

The judges had it unanimously for Mares by scores of 120-107 and 119-109 twice. The young star improved his record to 24-0-1 (13 KO’s) and is looking for his next challenge – a fight with the super bantamweight division’s elite.

After the bout, a joyful Mares said the move up in weight was a good one for him. “I felt a lot stronger at this weight. I felt complete.

“I have to say Eric was very strong. I was surprised he withstood the pressure. He went out like a true champion. That last round was a great round for both of us.”

The modest champion continued, “I feel I still need to improve. I am still learning. Sometimes I make it brawl when I don’t have to, so there’s definitely more I can do.”

When asked if he had been 10 years younger tonight, Morel said, “The (age) doesn’t matter. He probably would have done the same thing. He’s a great fighter. He’s one of the best I’ve ever faced. I have nothing to be ashamed of. He put on a great performance. What else can I say?”

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Classy southpaw Anselmo Moreno scored an eighth stoppage over David De La Mora to retain the WBA Bantamweight crown.

Moreno dominated the action as he dropped De La Mora in round’s two and six from body shots and De La Mora seemed disinterested as he found it almost impossible to hit Moreno in return and decided he had enough after the eighth.

Moreno is now 33-1-1 with twelve knockouts. De La Mora is now 24-2.

Unheralded Light Heavyweight Rowland Bryant scored a stunning third round stoppage over former three time world title challenger in a scheduled ten round bout.

Bryant landed some hard shots in the first round. Andrade was cut from a headbutt in round one. In round three, Bryant landed a right hand that rocked Andrade and then followed up with several consecutive ripping shots to the head and the fight was stopped at 2:19.

Bryant of Orlando, FL is now 16-1 with eleven knockouts. Andrade is now 30-5.

Luis Ramos Jr. scored a ten round unanimous decision over former world title challenger Daniel Attah in a Lightweight bout.

Ramos was more active with his combination punching where Attah landed some decent shots but they were one at a time. Ramos scored a knockdown in round three from a left to the top of the head.

Ramos won by scores of 100-89; 99-91; 99-91 and is now 22-0. Attah is now 26-10-1

Recent Golden Boy signee Francisco Vargas scored a third round stoppage over Rafael Lora in a Super Featherweight bout scheduled for six rounds.

Vargas battered Lora all over the ring in the third round until the fight was stopped at 2:27.

Vargas is 10-0-1 with eight knockouts. Lora is now 11-8.

Follow all the action LIVE as Abner Mares battles Eric Morel for the vacant WBC Super Bantamweight title. There also is a WBA Bantamweight title match between champion Anselmo Moreno & David de la Mora. The action begins at 7pm est featuring fights involving Luis Ramos Jr. & Librado Andrade

12 ROUNDS WBC SUPER BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE–ABNER MARES (23-0-1, 13 KO’S) VS ERIC MOREL (46-2, 23 KO’S)

Round 1 Morel Lands a right…Left hook from Mares..Mares starting to land more shots…10-9 Mares

Round 2 Mares lands a right that has Morel holding on…Looping right…uppercut from Morel…Upper cut and right hand from Mares..big right at the bell…20-18 Mares

Round 3 Mares lands an overhand right…Left hook…30-27 Mares

Round 4 Morel turns southpaw…Mares lands a double uppercut…Body shot..Morel lands a straight right…40-36 Mares

Round 5Mares jabbing…big right…uppercut from Morel…Double left hook and chopping right from Mares…50-45

Round 6 Mares lands a left…right…60-54

Round 7Mares working the body hard…70-63

Round 8

12 ROUNDS-WBA BANTAMWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP–ANSELMO MORENO (32-1-1, 11 KO’S) VS DAVID DE LA MORA (24-1, 17 KO’S)

Round 1 Moreno lands a straight left..Good body shot drive De la Mora back to the ropes…10-9 Moreno

Round 2 Good straight left from Moreno…De La Mora running around the ring… Moreno lands a left…RIGHT TO TOP OF HEAD AND DOWN GOES DE LA MORA….Hard body shot from Moreno…20-17 Moreno

Round 3 Body shots from Moreno..Big shot that puts Moreno down but ruled a slip…30-26 Moreno

Round 4 Moreno lands a straight left and right hook…straight left..40-35 Moreno

Round 5Jab fromMoreno…50-44 Moreno

Round 6 Short uppercut and straight left to the body from Moreno…HARD STRAIGHT LEFT TO THE BODY AND DOWN GOES DE LA MORA…60-52 Moreno

Round 7 70-62

ROUND 8 Moreno lands a good left…80-71 Moreno—-FIGHT IS STOPPED…MORENO WINS BY TKO END OF 8

10 ROUNDS-LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHTS–LIBRADO ANDRADE (30-4, 23 KO’S) VS ROWLAND BRYANT (15-1, 10 KO’S)

ROUND 1 Bryant lands a left..left/body…solid right..body shot..good body shot…Andrade lands a upper cut…Bryant lands a uppercut…body shot..good right..10-9 Bryant…Andrade cut over left eye

Round 2 Bryant lands a right…Nice combo…Big left…Andrade lands a right..Body shot ..20-18 Bryant

Round 3Trading lefts…Guys each fall to the canvas…ruled a slip…Combination fromBryant…Hard right ROCKS ANDRADE…HE IS EATING NUMEROUS HARD SHOTS AND THE FIGHT IS STOPPED

10 ROUNDS LIGHTWEIGHTS–LUIS RAMOS JR. (21-0, 9 KO’S) VS DANIEL ATTAH (26-9-1, 9 KO’S)

ROUND 1 Ramos lands a body combination & left to the head…Counter right from Attah..More body work from Ramos..2 good rights…Attah lands a right…Good straight left/right combo..body shot..Right from Attah…10-9 Ramos Ramos outlands Attah 22 (17 body shots) to 5

Round 2 Counter right from Attah..Good combo from Ramos..trading rights…Head clash/no cuts..Ramos lands a combo on the ropes…20-18 Ramos

Round 3 Attah lands a quick right..Little SHOT INSIDE AND DOWN GOES ATTAH FROM A SHOT TO TOP OF HEAD…Right from Attah…2 good lefts from Ramos…30-26 Ramos

Round 4Good right from Ramos…Good right from Attah..double left from Ramos..Good right…Attah lands a left…40-35 Ramos

Round 5 Sharp right from Attah..Left from Ramos..50-45 Ramos

Round 6 Good right has Attah covering up…Ramos lands 2 more punches…Trading lefts..Good left from Attah…right..60-54 Ramos

Round 7Left from Attah..69-64 Ramos

Round 8 Ramos lands a nice combination…79-73 Ramos

Round 9 Chopping right from Attah…Ramos lands a nice combination..Attah lands 3 but Ramos comes back with 5…89-82 Ramos

Round 10 Good left from Attah…Right and left from Ramos…Right from Attah…Left on the ropes…6 punches from Ramos…3 more plus a good right..Attah lands a left…Good left from Attah…99-91 Ramos

LUIS RAMOS WINS BY UNANIMOUS DECISION 100-89;99-91; 99-91

The argument is that only a great American heavyweight can resurrect boxing in the United States. Good luck on that search. At the opposite end of the scale, however, there’s no debate. There’s reality. Given the Mexican and Mexican-American demographic at the heart of the game’s audience, the little guy is imperative. Abner Mares might be that guy, the latest in a line of little big men from 105 to 126 pounds who have helped sustain the business since Michael Carbajal and Humberto Gonzalez transformed it.

Mares carries a sense of poise, smarts and skill with him when he steps through the ropes. There’s also accountability. There was never any hesitation in his decision to fight a rematch with Joseph Agbeko after a controversial victory marred by low blows. The pragmatist might have moved on. But that would have left a mess. Mares cleaned up the questions with a victory, a unanimous decision, in a December rematch that allowed him to take the next step, from bantamweight to super-bantam, against Eric Morel Saturday night in El Paso, Tex.

Mares is trying on a heavier weight with the hope of generating momentum for a date with Nonito Donaire. In a conference call, Mares talked about five super-bantamweights he’d like to fight.

“Victor Terrazas, Fernando Montiel, Rafael Marquez, Wilfredo Vazquez Jr., Jorge Arce, and the big name that is up there is, no doubt, Nonito Donaire,’’ Mares said.

Much depends on how Mares (23-0-1, 13 KOs) looks against an experienced, yet aging Morel (46-2, 23 KOs), who is 11-0 since two years in prison for sexual assault. The jury is still out on Donaire since he made the jump from 118 to 122 for a split decision over Vazquez in February. Donaire, who in October won a dull and dominant decision over Omar Narvaez in his last fight at 118, hasn’t followed up on his spectacular knockout of Fernando Montiel in 2011. Then, his second-round stoppage put him into the pound-for-pound debate. But his show-stopping power hasn’t been there since his left hook struck down Montiel like a lightning bolt.

“Definitely a great fighter,’’ said Mares, who knows about Donaire’s knockout ratio, 18 in 28 bouts. “But I don’t think he’s knocked out anybody at 122 yet.’’

He’s fought only one, so we’ll wait-and-see.

Mares has been there before. He’s going back to where he began. In his first 10 bouts as a pro, he was between 120 and 122 pounds for nine of them, winning six by stoppage and three by unanimous decision. He should be comfortable at 120, the catch-weight for Morel. If Donaire makes the adjustment, Mares-Donaire emerges as a possibility that could be among the biggest in the lightest divisions since Carbajal and Gonzales met at 108 in a 1993 Fight of the Year that awakened promoters to a market for smaller fighters at a time when heavyweights were vanishing, or at least going Euro.

Top Rank-versus-Golden Boy stands in the way, if the promotional feud continues and, yawn, everything seems to say that it will, ad nauseam. Donaire is a Top Rank fighter; Mares is Golden Boy. Then there’s history. Even at the lightest weights, some fights never happen. Carbajal never fought Ricardo Lopez; Lopez never fought Gonzalez. But Mares is smart to foresee the rich possibility. Smart to talk about it, too. He’s taking care of business. Too many would kick a potential biggie down the road by saying they’d leave that job up to their promoters. But they forget that the promoters work for them, not the other way around.

Mares seems to know what he wants and, thus far, he has shown that he’ll do what he has to. The promotional fracas, a cold war without apparent end, is suffocating possibilities. Maybe, it’s too much to ask Mares for help. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time a little guy has helped boxing recreate itself. They know how to fight their way out of tight places.

PROSPECT JR.
Jose Benavidez Jr.’s 15-year-old brother, David, will appear in an amateur bout on an Iron Boy Promotions card at Celebrity Theatre in Phoenix Saturday night. A sign of Arizona’s interest in anything Benavidez was evident Tuesday at an open workout at Central Boxing in downtown Phoenix. The place was jammed for a glimpse at a fighter who might be the state’s next prospect.

At 190 pounds, David is bigger than his celebrated brother, an unbeaten junior-welterweight who is back in the gym and working to rehab his right wrist since undergoing surgery.

“He’s more of inside fighter than I am,’’ said Jose Jr., who says his wrist is about 45 percent healthy. “Basically, he has been boxing since he’s been about 3-years old. He’s always followed it. He watches it at home on television more than I do.’’

Yes, the brothers have sparred. But it hasn’t just been a sibling rivalry played out in the backyard or at the dinner table.

“No, we’ve sparred in the gym,’’ said the 19-year-old Jose, whose brother has sparred with Kelly Pavlik. “I wouldn’t go all out because he’s my little brother. But he tried to kill me. He was hitting me hard, hitting me low. I just had to grab him and talk some trash at him.’’

So what did he say?

“You know, just some brotherly love,’’ Jose Jr. said.

First bell is scheduled for 7 p.m. for a 10-fight card featuring Phoenix super-bantamweight Emilio Garcia (4-0-1) against Jesse Ruiz (0-1), also of Phoenix.

AZ NOTES
· Carbajal, of Phoenix, is scheduled to be a ringside Saturday night at Celebrity. Iron Boy Promotions plan to honor him for his Hall of Fame career.

· Former junior-middleweight champ Winky Wright (51-5-1, 20 KOs) began training in Phoenix a couple of weeks ago for his comeback attempt on June 2 against Peter Quillin (26-0. 20 KOs) in Oakland, Calif. Wright, 40, hasn’t fought since losing a decision to Paul Williams in March, 2009. He began his workouts at Athletes Performance, where well-known pros in all sports go for conditioning.

This Friday night boxing fans will watch former undisputed world beater Jermain Taylor(29-4-1) resume his quest for redemption on Showtime. Its chapter two in the Arkansas native’s comeback story, this time he’ll be taking on Caleb Truax (18-0-1) of Minnesota.

(record scratch) Who?

If you’re a boxing enthusiast, you’ll probably Google his name, skim his record, and gear up to see what Taylor has left in the tank. Unless you happen to be from Minnesota, in which case Friday night is “Caleb’s big fight”. Minnesota’s boxing community is a small, but fiercely loyal cluster, most of whom have watched Truax fight, train, and even shared a few post-fight beers with him over the years.

After covering Caleb Truax for three years I’ve developed a strong familiarity with him inside and outside of the ring. This is a much better fight than the general public may believe. While there are a small handful of people out there that give Truax a shot in this one, my reasoning will probably differ from most. If Caleb Truax is going to win this fight it will have to be because he is good enough, not because Taylor has fallen off far enough.

The Middleweight from Osseo, Minnesota has a window of opportunity Friday night. For fans unfamiliar with Caleb Truax, I’ve divided my insight on what to watch for into two themes, they are as follows…

Don’t bank on a knockout

The most repetitive mistake I come across in my conversations with other Minnesota fight fans/fans of Truax is looking to Taylor’s shortcomings for an opportunity. Yes Taylor has been knocked out in devastating fashion three times, but each time was at the hands of a current or former world champion. Truax has never been in with anyone even close to that class. That’s something Truax’s team won’t ignore, and neither should anyone making a prediction on this fight
“But isn’t Truax’s best hope to catch Jermain off guard, and hope for a flash knockout?”

Wrong. Caleb Truax doesn’t knock people out. He didn’t knock out Phil Williams, he didn’t knock out Andy Kolle , and he probably won’t start with Jermain Taylor, so it’s best to just throw that idea out the window. Taylor’s handlers probably wouldn’t have picked Truax if it weren’t for his modest KO%.

Regardless of Taylor’s decline, you can expect to see plenty of his jab, and you can expect it to be the best jab Caleb Truax has ever seen. To expect a guy who is taking a dramatic step up to plan around that jab, and find a way to land that perfect power shot isn’t realistic. It took Carl Froch, and Arthur Abraham twelve rounds to do it, and I just don’t see it being the Minnesotan’s best route to a victory.

Expect a thorough game plan

So, how can Truax beat Taylor? He isn’t a power puncher, and he’s not a particularly fast middleweight. What’s the saving grace I’m giving him? It’s that if Caleb Truax is one thing, in or out of the ring, he is a strategist.

Caleb is a college graduate, and one of the more articulate pro fighter’s I’ve ever shared a conversation with, and that trait follows him into the ring. I’ve watched close to every one of Caleb’s professional fights, and have almost never seen him overwhelm anyone. I have, however, seen him out-think almost everyone.

Truax has the patience to develop a game plan and stick with it from start to finish, and in this case it should center around Taylor’s stamina issues. One would have to expect Taylor will want to finish this one early, and make a statement. The longer Truax can survive Taylor’s power the better. I’ve come to know Caleb Truax as one of the more careful fighters I’ve watched, and don’t expect him to get caught early. If he can defend against a few of Taylor’s power presses he’ll benefit greatly in the middle and late rounds when the former champ’s stamina starts to falter.

Conclusion

Although Truax is 28 while Taylor is 33, and it’s entirely possible that he’ll be the superior athlete come fight night, I just wouldn’t bank on it if I’m team Truax. Truax needs to be ready for a brand of speed and power that he’s never seen before. He’s going to have to weather a storm of sorts, and wait for his opportunity. He’ll have to start with a defensive mindset that shifts in favor of offense as the fight wears on. If his offense is strengthening by the middle rounds we’ll know a lot more about his chances.

I’m giving Jermain Taylor a 60/40 tilt in the odds. It is absolutely his fight to lose, but if I know Caleb Truax, he isn’t thinking that way, and 40 percentage points worth of breathing room may just be more than enough for him.

Antonio Margarito’s management has an agreement for the former welterweight champion to fight on May 26 at Casino del Sol in Tucson, Gerry Truax of Showdown Promotions said Wednesday.

Talks with Casino del Sol have been underway since March 23 when 15 Rounds first reported the possibility of a Margarito fight in southern Arizona in his first bout since a bloody loss to Miguel Cotto last December. June 15 was an alternate date.

An opponent has yet to be determined, Truax said.

Margarito (38-8, 27 KOs) is trying to keep himself in line for a shot at Julio Cesar Chavez Jr., who is expected to face middleweight champion Sergio Martinez if he beats Andy Lee on June 16 in El Paso, Tex.

The controversial Margarito is coming off successive loss to Cotto and Manny Pacquiao, who fractured the bone surrounding his right eye in 2010. Margarito underwent surgery on the eye before the loss to Cotto. Cotto targeted the eye in a dramatic rematch that ended after nine rounds on advice from the ringside physician, who said blood and swelling had begun to limit Margarito’s vision. Margarito insisted that he could have continued.

Margarito manager Sergio Diaz said the skin surrounding the eye is vulnerable to further cuts because of the many blows he has absorbed. The eye will continue to be a target. Diaz said Margarito, 34, will probably have to take on a more defensive style if he wants to extend his career.

You’re angry, angrier than you have been since March. Feed that rage a touch, then, before endeavoring to diffuse it. A catharsis might be in the offing.

When the receipts from the “Too Big for One Country” event get tallied – both at the box office and your local cable provider – there’s going to be a calculation made about what happened Saturday: Not enough people saw Brandon Rios get outclassed by an unknown Cuban to boycott Rios’ next fight. “Brandon Rios MD-12 Richard Abril” is the line that went in the books. Bring on Cowboys Stadium in July.

Outrageous! Yes, yes, but first, Saturday’s main event – Juan Manuel Marquez UD-12 Serhiy Fedchenko in Mexico City – and its good reminder: It was arranged that Marquez be the main event even before Rios missed weight for a second consecutive fight and lost nine rounds to Abril, because Marquez was the card’s draw because Marquez is exceptional. As he nears his 39th birthday he is still, if we’re being knowledgeable and truthful, among the last men in the world whom you should confront or show vulnerability to.

It is indecent, however, to laud Marquez for what he does at his advanced age – Bernard Hopkins in a lower weight class, fighting three minutes of every round, clinching no one – without making an observation about his physique. It is transformed. Or half of it is. Marquez, helpfully, has left his lower body at 126 pounds while making his upper body, delts and traps specifically, into something a 170-pound man would proudly wear on any beach. It is impossible that this has been done by an adult Homo sapiens nearing the end of his fourth decade, with just a little more attention to diet and some hours in the gym. Juan Manuel Marquez now ingests chemicals he did not previously ingest, and they enhance his performance.

Are they banned substances or “PEDs”? No, evidently they are not. Today’s arbitrary restrictions and their arbitrary tests applied by arbitrarily lionized experts detect nothing. It’s a little reminiscent of what President Barack Obama said about passing the Wall Street Reform and Consumer Protection Act a few years ago: Turns out most of the actions that brought the world to the precipice of financial insolvency on Sept. 18, 2008 were legal.

What is written above applies equally to Sergio Martinez, Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao, to pick the only three men in the world who might currently be better at prizefighting than Marquez. All are performing better in their 30s than they did in their 20s. And none of us is gullible as he pretends to be.

Stay your rage, though. Save it for the day somebody’s scorned personal trainer publishes a tell-all book. And don’t give us that lame “But by then I’ll be tired-out from being outraged so many times before!” line, either. Nobody believes that, not after this, the year of outrage.

Saturday, the new worst decision in history favored the favored fighter, again. Richard Abril decisioned Brandon Rios on every scorecard that did not count (including mine) while never, not for one moment, trying to render his opponent unconscious – once the object of prizefighting. Will we never see the day some manager or trainer or fighter tells himself and others: “The judges are every bad thing people say, and so I’ll be damned if I trust my career to their discernment”?

Rios remains what he is, which is three parts aggressiveness and self-promotion for every one part talent. Against Abril, he did not get his aggressiveness on the side of the ledger that reads Effective more than a handful of times. He did something, too, that betrays a misunderstanding of the physics of punching: He repeatedly set his head behind his opponent’s left shoulder and threw a left hook. This was not the seeing-eye overhand right that no-hopers throw in gyms across the fruited plain. It was much worse. You doubt it? The next time you’re in a gym, set your left ear against the heavybag and throw a left hook, and then ask yourself how an undefeated professional could turn such a contortionist’s trick so many times in a half hour.

Marquez-Rios in Cowboys Stadium in July has not been canceled yet, though, has it? Promoter Bob Arum loves a challenge. This will be two. First, sell the Rios mess to Jerry Jones, and second, sell it to the public.

Count me out! I’m at the end of my tether! I’ve had it!

Arum doesn’t believe you, and frankly, experience says he shouldn’t. But before all is lost, before the contracts get signed in the next month or so, why not be imaginative?

Keep the summer date and the colossal venue, but instead of Marquez-Rios, let’s have Juan Manuel Marquez versus Erik Morales, with Brandon Rios in the co-main against Mike Alvarado. It’s doubtful Morales is under some long-term obligation to his current promoter that can’t be circumnavigated. The people under Bob Arum still love Morales, and he likes them right back. Marquez would be favored, sure, but the fight would be compelling, as neither Mexican would be disrespectful or ignorant enough to employ physical force alone. If you’re trying to attract Mexicans, can you think of two better names? And for the aficionados among us, there’s still Rios-Alvarado, a fight that has less chance of missing than Cotto-Margarito did in 2008.

There. From outrage, an outrageously good idea.

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

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA — Though he did not make it look pretty, huge underdog Richard Abril appeared to be on his way to claiming the vacant WBA Lightweight title over a lackluster Brandon Rios after twelve rounds at the Mandalay Bay Resort & Casino on Saturday night. But then the judges’ scores were read.

After a feeling out first round, Abril’s plan became readily apparent in the second. The WBA’s interim titleholder looked to place one or two hard shots at range and smother Rios any time the fight came in close. Rios landed one right uppercut inside, but Abril caught the former champion coming in several times and looked to have taken the round.

Rios (30-0-1, 22 KOs) of Oxnard, California began to try and rough up Abril on the inside in the third, but his punches were vastly ineffective. Abril (17-3-1, 8 KOs) of Miami, Florida by way of Isla de la Juventud, Cuba had a solid fourth, as he began measuring the shorter Rios with his left and landing solid rights. The lead right became a weapon as well for Abril, 135.

Rios, 137, may have deserved the fifth as Abril became too defensive. Rios did not land anything to great affect either, but he carried the action for most of the three minutes. Abril, the WBA #1 ranked lightweight, took the sixth on all three cards with an early offensive rally. Rios, the WBA #3 ranked lightweight, took to his jab for the only time in the fight late in the frame, but it was not enough to win back the round.

The seventh seemed to be another clear round for Abril, however two judges ended up giving it to Rios. Abril landed a lead right twice in the early going and kept good distance, tying up Rios when he got in close. Abril was warned for holding by referee Vic Drakulich, before landing another solid combination to close out the round.

By the eighth the fight had fallen into a familiar pattern. Rios would fall in and lean on Abril, throwing tired shots over his own shoulders. Abril blocked most of the blows inside, before stepping out and throwing one or two of his own as Rios looked to lean in again.

Despite all the trash talk and press conference shoving matches, neither fighter ever showed any desire to really hurt their adversary. Round after round, Rios’ winging shots looked drained of any power. Despite Abril’s effective punch selection throughout frames eight thru eleven, there was not a consensus round scored for the Cuban import by the three judges during that third of the fight. When Abril closed up shop a bit in the final round all three judges did agree to score it for Rios.

Both fighters did show good sportsmanship in the immediate aftermath of the final bell, as Abril offered his glove and Rios gave him a hug. Much to the dismay of everyone on press row, two veteran judges, Jerry Roth and Glenn Trowbridge, had the fight for Rios, 117-112 and 115-113 respectively. Judge Adalaide Byrd scored it right, 117-111 for Abril.

The post-fight press conference, which was held back until after the conclusion of the Juan Manuel Marquez-Serhiy Fedchenko fight broadcast from Mexico, never really took place. Top Rank execs explained that Rios was too drained to take the podium and instead a brief question and answer session took place at a media table.

It remains to be answered if Rios is still on the dance card for Marquez in July.

Making his case for a Marquez meeting, rising junior welterweight contender Mike Alvarado (33-0, 23 KOs) of Thornton, Colorado turned back a determined effort from Mauricio Herrera (18-2, 7 KOs) of Lake Elsinore, California en route to a ten-round unanimous decision.

Herrera, 140, opened well as his apparent plan was to smother the power of Alvarado, 140, while placing his own shots when the openings were presented. Herrera, the IBF #7 ranked 140-pounder, evaded enough of Alvarado’s attack to perhaps take the round. However it was apparent that Alvarado, the WBO #3/IBF #9/WBA #11 ranked light welterweight, held a decided edge in power.

Alvarado began to take over the fight in the second as Herrera could not keep the range he needed to stay out of harm’s way. Herrera was constantly throwing his shots, even while backed against the ropes. However, when Alvarado would land the effect on Herrera was much greater.

And so the fight went. Herrera bravely throwing, and gaining fans, but Alvarado landing the blows that win rounds. After a seventh round in which Alvarado was more selective with his output, Herrera’s face began to resemble hamburger meat, prompting a post-round look-in from the ringside physician.

In the eighth, a two-punch combination rattled Herrera into the ropes. Just when a stoppage looked eminent, the Lake Elsinore resident again offered back to close out the round. After another in between round visit from the doctor, Alvarado let off the gas a bit in the ninth, giving Herrera a brief reprieve.

Incredibly Herrera had a solid tenth, fighting on instinct perhaps more than anything else. Alvarado appeared to be a bit punched out as Herrera persevered through another two or three hard head shots to outwork him in the final round.

In the end, Alvarado deservedly took all three cards by scores of 99-91, 97-93 and 96-94. “I want Marquez,” pronounced Alvarado after the fight. “I deserve Marquez, I’m ready for Marquez and I have no weight issues.” Alvarado’s last line was an obvious knock on Rios, who has been mentioned as the leading candidate for a July meeting with Juan Manuel Marquez.

In the opening bout of the pay-per-view broadcast, Mercito Gesta (25-0-1, 13 KOs) of San Diego, California by way of Mandaue City, Cebu, Philippines worked his way to an eighth-round stoppage of awkward Oscar Cuero (15-8, 12 KOs) of Cartagena, Colombia.

Gesta, the WBA #7 ranked lightweight and WBO #8 ranked 140-pounder, was forced to chase Cuero, 138, around the ring for much of the early rounds. When Gesta, 137, did manage to pin Cuero against the ropes or in a corner, the Colombian quickly wrapped his long arms around the Filipino contender, leading to a point deduction in fifth.

As the sixth opened, Cuero decided to fight and had a fairly decent round pressuring Gesta, who only landed in spots. Cuero’s momentum was fleeting, as a rising right body shot gave Gesta his first knockdown in the bout in the seventh. Cuero got up slow and tackled an onrushing Gesta to the canvas. The extra time helped Cuero come on for a moment. But after taking a few clean head shots, Gesta smiled and nodded at his tiring foe.

Early in the eighth, a cuffing right near Cuero’s ear put him back on the mat. Cuero got up slow, prompting referee Robert Byrd to wave it off at the 1:38 mark.

Well regarded former amateur standout Eric Flores (1-0, 1 KO) of Inglewood, California topped his brother’s performance from earlier in the night with a 40-second technical knockout of Wilbert Mitchell (1-3) of Lake Dallas, Texas.

Flores, 139, came out fast, eventually landing a straight right hand, which he soon followed with a short left in close. Mitchell, 137, fell back into a neutral corner, where Flores followed and flurried him to the mat. When Mitchell got up, referee Tony Weeks saw something in his eyes he did not like and quickly waved off the bout.

Light welterweight prospect Terence Crawford (16-0, 12 KOs) of Omaha, Nebraska took an apparent step-up in class and impressively met the challenge as he dismantled Andre Gorges (11-3, 6 KOs) of Windsor, Ontario, Canada by way of Baghdad, Iraq inside of five rounds.

Crawford, 142, was clearly just too quick for Gorges, 141, from the early going. Gorges was game, but was countered at nearly every opportunity throughout the bout. After wearing Gorges down to the body, Crawford began to punish the Canadian resident upstairs in the fourth. A left hook on the inside wobbled Gorges’ legs and forced him down to a knee late in the round. With just seconds left in the round, Gorges survived to the bell, but returned to his corner on very shaky footing.

Early in the fifth, Crawford set up a vicious overhand right with Gorges against the ropes. Gorges was out even before the follow up left landed, which aided his slow fall to the mat. Referee Kenny Bayless stopped the bout 44 seconds into the fifth. Crawford’s win is especially impressive considering Gorges had gone twelve in a majority decision loss to soon to be ranked contender Albert Mensah last time out.

Light middleweight prospect Mikael Zewski (14-0, 10 KOs) of Trois-Rivieres, Quebec, Canada capped a patient, but effective offensive display with a sixth-round stoppage of Brandon Baue (12-6, 10 KOs) of Troy, Missouri.

Zewski, 153, mixed his attack well to both the body and head of Baue throughout the fight. The hook to the body as well as some well placed left uppercuts did damage from the early going, as Baue, 153 ½, became less willing to offer up as the fight wore on.

Finally in the sixth, a two-handed combination bothered Baue enough to bring him down to one knee in his own corner. Baue returned to his feet at the count of nine, but apparently looked dejected enough for referee Tony Weeks to stop the bout after a short series of unanswered blows at 2:46 of the sixth.

Anthony Flores (1-0, 1 KO) of Inglewood impressed in his professional debut with a scary first-round knockout of Gabriel Medina (1-1) of Hemet, California. Flores, 140, pressured Medina, 141, from the early going, ultimately using a left jab to set up a thunderous overhand right. Medina was out even before the back of his head bounced off the canvas. Referee Vic Drakulich rightly stopped the bout without a count at the 2:41 mark.

Former National Golden Gloves Champion Tremaine Williams (1-0, 1 KO) of New Haven, Connecticut put in a quick night’s work in his professional debut with a first-round stoppage of Jesse Anguiano (0-2) of San Antonio, Texas. Williams, 123, sent Anguiano, 121 ½, into a corner with a fast combination and the ensuing flurry sent Anguiano’s head through the ropes. Shortly after referee Robert Byrd separated the two fighters, Williams rushed in an put together a series of punches that prompted Byrd to rescue the stunned Anguiano from further punishment. Official time was 2:21 of the first.

Photos by Chris Farina/Top Rank

Mario Ortega Jr. can be reached at ortega15rds@lycos.com.

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA – Previously unknown Albert Mensah is unknown no longer after a hard-earned ten-round unanimous decision over proud warrior Michael Katsidis at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino on Friday night. With the ESPN2-televised win, Mensah vaults into the world rankings, while the future of Katsidis’ career becomes uncertain.

Katsidis (28-6, 23 KOs) of Hollywood, California by way of Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia began the fight well. Moving up to junior welterweight from lightweight did not slow the always offense-minded Katsidis down one bit. Though his punches may not have had the same effect on a natural 140-pounder as they did on lightweights, on sheer output alone Katsidis controlled most of the first three rounds.

After finding his jab in the third, Mensah (25-3-1, 10 KOs) of Joliet, Illinois by way of Accra, Ghana came out of his defensive shell for a big fourth round. With each clean shot landed, Mensah, 140, seemed to gain confidence. Several shots snapped Katsidis’ head back and drew gasps from the crowd. Despite taking some really clean blows, Katsidis, 138, rarely took a step back.

Katsidis, who entered the bout as the WBO #8 ranked lightweight, bounced back midway through the fifth to again outwork Mensah, who had let off the gas pedal after a strong start to the stanza.

The sixth round provided a quandary for ringside scorers. Katsidis outworked Mensah by a wide margin, but not one of his shots stood out as something that really hurt his opponent. Mensah, despite languishing on the ropes the entire round, deserved the nod as he caught Katsidis with several hard head shots.

Mensah loaded up and landed several bombs in an action-packed seventh round. Just when Katsidis seemed to be in danger of going down, and with Mensah a bit punched out, the former interim champion rallied. Katsidis took Mensah to the ropes and placed some hard shots, before Mensah regrouped and landed one of his own.

After a solid eighth for Katsidis, Mensah came out determined in the ninth and landed well to the body. Mensah followed up with a series of head shots that seemed to bother Katsidis, who still refused to go into retreat. Mensah closed out a great fight with more solid blows upstairs in the tenth. The fight had opened eyes to Mensah’s ability, but only reaffirmed what everyone has known about Katsidis. One would be hard pressed to think of an active fighter with an ounce more heart than the Australian.

One judge had the fight even, 95-95, but was overruled by scores of 98-92 and 96-94 for Mensah. With the win Mensah successfully defended his IBF International Light Welterweight title, and will now find himself ranked when the sanctioning body releases their next world rankings.

Mensah had just one previous fight in the Unites States, a July win over once-beaten Andre Gorges in Illinois. “Not many people have known about him, but he was well known in his home country of Ghana, where he had held many titles,” explained Mensah’s promoter Cynthia Tolaymat of Chicago Fight Clubs Promotion. “But now after this exposure, I am sure everyone will know about him. We want to move him next, and as fast as possible, into world title position.”

In a jaw-dropping performance, Alan Sanchez (10-2-1, 4 KOs) of Fairfield, California ran through prospect Artemio Reyes (15-2, 10 KOs) of Colton, California via first-round knockout.

Sanchez, 147, hurt Reyes, 146, with a clean right early in the round and chased him about the ring, landing a right uppercut and several straight rights in succession. Finally the dazed Reyes succumbed and fell into the ropes, as referee Joe Cortez came in to stop the contest at 2:08 of the first round. Sanchez had dropped a highly competitive six-round decision to Reyes back in June of 2010.

In a rematch of an October 2011 draw, Cameron Kreal (1-1-2) of Las Vegas moved into the win column with a hard-fought four-round majority nod over Tyler Lawson (0-2-1) of Las Vegas. Lawson, 141, took as good as he gave much of the way, especially over the first two rounds. However, Kreal, 140, deservedly got the nod as he outworked Lawson in a solid scrap. Scores read 38-38 and 39-37 twice for Kreal.

In the last fight before the televised card, Alexis Hernandez (1-1) of Las Vegas by way of Mexico City, Distrito Federal, Mexico scored three knockdowns over the first three rounds to score a four-round unanimous decision over determined Sergio Lopez (0-1) of Las Vegas.

Hernandez, 123, rocked Lopez, 122, into the ropes to score a knockdown late in the first round. Lopez managed to quickly regroup and fought well in spots off the ropes, most notably uncorking a hard left hook that momentarily stopped Hernandez in his tracks. The following exchanged carried past the bell, with Hernandez’ late shots the most flagrant.

Lopez carried some momentum into the second, which he controlled in the opening moments. Just as the fight began turning his way, Lopez was caught in an exchange and dropped for the second straight round. Again, Lopez regrouped and returned fire to close out the round.

The third looked much like the second round, with Lopez doing well early before finding himself again on the mat. This time it was a Hernandez left hook that put Lopez on the canvas. After a strong fourth round for Hernandez, all three judges had the fight for him by scores of 40-35, 40-34 and 39-38.

In an entertaining welterweight bout, Yusmani Abreu (2-2-1) of Las Vegas survived some scary moments in the first en route to a four-round split decision draw with Brent Rodriguez (1-3-2) of Venice, California.

Rodriguez, 146, caught Abreu, 146, with a wide right hook that sent the local fighter across the ring and against the ropes. Rodriguez either felt referee Jay Nady was going to call a knockdown or decided to admire his work, because he failed to follow-up on the stunned Abreu. With seconds left, Rodriguez swung away, but did not land a punch as Abreu fell to the mat. Even though the earlier landed punches had something to do with the fall, Nady waved it off as a slip.

To his credit, Abreu shook out the cobwebs and battled back in the second and third rounds. Each fighter had their moments in the fourth and ultimately the official scorers were split on who they liked. Each fighter took one card 38-37, with the third card coming in even, 38-38.

In a free-swinging four-rounder, Edwin Reyes (0-0-1) of Nashville, Tennessee battled back over the second half of the fight to force a unanimous draw with Yosigey Ramirez (0-0-1) of Las Vegas.

Ramirez, 104, appeared to be the stronger puncher through two, as he and Reyes, 104, exchanged at close quarters. However, Reyes came on in the third, landing hard shots inside some of Ramirez’ looping swings. Reyes completely dominated the fourth, nearly dropping Ramirez with a well-timed combination. In the following minute, Ramirez evaded just enough shots to remain on his feet, and even landed some as Reyes momentarily punched himself out.

By the time the fourth was coming to a close, Reyes was again getting the better of the action. In the end, all three judges had the fight a 38-38 draw.

Before the ring lights had a chance to warm-up, Richard Quesada (1-0, 1 KO) of Havana, Cuba stopped Luis Monda (0-1) of Miami, Florida in the night’s opening bout. The southpaw Monda, 140, quickly found himself against the ropes on the receiving end of a straight right hand, which apparently had him second-guessing his chosen profession.

Quesada, 141, followed up with a right to the body that put Monda down to a knee. Before reaching his count of ten, referee Russell Mora decided call off the contest at 50 seconds of the first.

Copyright Photos by Mary Ann Owen

Mario Ortega Jr. can be reached at ortega15rds@lycos.com.

There’s only one safe pick for Saturday night’s fight at Las Vegas’ Mandalay Bay between Brandon Rios and Richard Abril, unknown a month ago and known today only for not being shy. The fight won’t be as good as the news conferences.

How Abril walked into this fight is a matter of conjecture. Believe what you want, but there he was, in a tux and with more trash talk than Floyd Mayweather Jr., in Miami last month on the very day when promoters knew they needed a stand-in for Yuriorkis Gamboa, a no-show then and seen since about as often as somebody in the witness-protection program.

“I was supposed to be with Gamboa, and all of a sudden this guy came in, and he started talking smack,” Rios said a couple of weeks ago in a conference call. “He came up to me and said, ‘I want to fight you.’

“I said, ‘Who are you? You look like an average guy with a tuxedo on.’

“He kept running his mouth saying, ‘I’m the champion, and you are nothing.’ I said, ‘You are the champion, and you want to fight me? There’s my manager, right there. Go talk to him.’ ”

Abril has done nothing but talk ever since in a series of circus-like news conferences. Other than the mouth, we know he has an interim 135-pound title, the World Boxing Association’s version. These days, you can get one of those belts off-the-rack. He’s lanky. He has one common opponent with Rios. Both beat Venezuelan lightweight Miguel Acosta. Rios stopped Acosta in the 10th round in February, 2011. Abril scored a 12-round decision over Acosta in October.

Maybe, it was just coincidence that Abril showed up in Miami. Nevertheless, he has played the only role he could to create interest in a fight that had generated widespread interest before Gamboa went missing. Gamboa –Rios had Fight of the Year potential. If the Rios-Abril and Juan Manuel Marquez-Sergey Fedchenko doubleheader does pay-per-view business, it will be the Save of the Year.

Abril, a Cuban, has been saying all of the things usually said in an attempt to generate sales, especially among Mexican and Mexican-American fans. At times, it sounds as if he is reading from a script, one used by promoters for decades.

“I’m here and not afraid of you,’’ Abril said to Rios Wednesday at the final news conference. “I’m the one who wanted this fight. You are not 100% Mexican. You talk a lot of smack.”

“I ride horses, listen to Mexican music and speak the language. I am more Mexican than Rios. He doesn’t even understand me when I yell at him in Spanish.”

Maybe not, but Rios (29-0-1, 22 KOs) probably understands this: All of the pressure is on him. He can’t afford to look anything but sensational against Abril (17-2-1, 8 KOs), who has never fought on a stage as big as the one he will step on to Saturday night in a telecast produced by Top Rank and distributed by HBO.

A misstep of any kind against Abril would put a hold on Rios’ quest to become one of the game’s major stars. At stake, there is a possible fight on July 14 at Cowboys Stadium in Dallas against Marquez, if Marquez beats Fedchenko in Mexico City.

Rios, who has never been shy either, has shoved Abril and slapped Abril’s trainer, Osmiri Fernandez. He has said an unknown will never beat him. Abril, he said, is in the darkness.

“And I will keep him there,’’ said Rios, who doesn’t plan on a rematch, not even at a news conference.

LULING, Texas – Here is a town that is home to 5,000 souls and represents the southernmost point of a golden corridor of Lone Star State cuisine. Luling to Lockhart to Spicewood, a 76-mile stretch that cuts through Austin and whose three towns’ populations total merely 26,000 people, somehow hosts six of the 50 best barbecue joints – according to Texas Monthly magazine – in all 268,580 square miles of the Republic.

Quite a feat, that. Smoked brisket, ribs and sausage are three things Texans know at least as well as their sports. “Good barbecue don’t need sauce,” they say down here, and it’s a fine way to keep straight the difference between Texas barbecue and its cousins in Memphis and Kansas City. El Paso, on this Republic’s western wing, does not have an entry on the cherished Top 50 list – the closest finalist is in Monahans, 250 miles away – but it has a whole lot of boxing fans.

Tuesday those fans learned they will be hosting an important event on June 16. Mexican middleweight Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. will face Andy Lee, an Englishman of Irish stock and Detroit residence, in a Sun Bowl fight that will decide both a title and the second-best man in the middleweight division.

The best man in the division remains Sergio Martinez. Much was made, Wednesday, of Martinez’s signing a one-signature rebuttal contract to make a match with the winner of Chavez-Lee in September. September, of course, is a decade away in boxing years.

Chavez will make his fight with Lee in June because Chavez’s promotional handlers at Top Rank believe he is ready. Ready as he’s going to be, anyway. A day quickly nears when Chavez will no longer be able to make the middleweight limit – that day, in fact, may have passed weeks ago, uncommemorated – and before Chavez can be steered away from Andre Ward at 168 pounds, the thinking goes, he’ll have to honor a few obligations in a middleweight division where he has already made six fights.

Chavez’s middleweight title is a gift from the WBC, a way of celebrating the legacy of Chavez’s dad, many argue, and once Junior gets in the ring with a real middleweight in his prime, a man like Lee, the end of this fraud will attain an exclamation point. Possibly. But Andy Lee has not quite raced through the sport’s best 160-pounders either.

Lee is the charge of celebrated trainer Manny Steward, and therefore, in the star system television makes of boxing, credited with recent wins over Troy Lowry (27-10) and Alex Bunema (31-7-2) and Saul Duran (40-19-2) in a somewhat exaggerated way.

Chavez’s trainer, too, is a star-system story that now feels overworked. Freddie Roach, who took on Chavez as part of a 2010 post-diuretic rehabilitation tour Junior’s people launched, has not altered Chavez’s fighting style in any permanent-looking way. But he has added the thorny Alex Ariza to Team Chavez. And somewhere between the potential drama of Chavez getting his coddled ass beaten and the palpable suspense of Chavez’s every trip to the scale, boxing fans have been enticed out of hiding.

Chavez, steadily becoming the most interesting man in the boxing world, doesn’t always fight in the United States, but when he does he prefers Texas (stay angry, my friends). Chavez is favored here and will be in June. Boxing has a rich history of hometown favoritism that television recently rediscovered in time to feign shock over it, because shock is entertaining.

Reporters have begun likening Texas to Germany, where crowd favorites enjoy spectacular advantages. Coincidentally, Texas and Germany are just about the last places on earth 40,000 boxing fans still congregate from time to time. All soliloquies to fairness aside, boxing is an often-filthy place that does not work as the branded and sanitized thing airless television studios endeavor to make of whatever their medium touches. Television wants known unknowns; boxing, bless its heart, gives them unknown unknowns.

Chavez will probably sell as many tickets on June 16 in El Paso as Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao combine to sell in Las Vegas, on May 5 and June 9 respectively, whatever television says about it. That used to be the measure of a star in prizefighting.

How did the rise of Chavez come to this? More naturally than anticipated, actually. Freddie Roach, speaking after his first abbreviated training camp with Chavez, which culminated in Chavez handling Irishman John Duddy, said Chavez came to him already understanding the geometry of the ring – from Chavez’s watching his father master it, and other men, as a boy. In a sport of time and space, Chavez’s geometric astuteness brought him into boxing 50 percent farther along than most.

Boxing is Julio Cesar Chavez Jr.’s native language. Roach may polish the grammar of some Chavez flourishes, but his primary function lies in discovering opponents’ sentence patterns, and then having Chavez recite them a few hundred times in training camp.

Andy Lee speaks boxing fluently, too. Immersion in Manny Steward’s curriculum ensured that. Lee does things with a technical proficiency Chavez usually lacks. But Lee also appears to remember learning the language of boxing, where Chavez could not if he wanted to. That’s a difference.

A palate for Texas barbecue is an acquired quality. Brisket can seem dry and sausage too spicy. And the absence of sauce on ribs can be, to the uninitiated, a touch unsettling. Texans, raised on brisket tacos and such, need no curriculum on barbecue, though, and as connoisseurs, need no directions to this city, Lockhart or Spicewood.

Texas fight aficionados will need no directions to El Paso in June. They know Chavez-Lee will be a good fight because Chavez does not make bad ones.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

The good news is that Juan Manuel Marquez will forego retirement. His tactical skill is an ongoing example of how a master craftsman never lets his attention stray from detail. He counters chaos with smarts. Marquez is a lesson for young prospects, old writers and just about anybody else with a job to do.

The bad news is that Marquez’ decision to fight on is more perilous than promising in his quest for a fourth fight with Manny Pacquiao.

“The main reason for me to continue is that I want a rematch with Manny,’’ Marquez said Wednesday in conference call for his April 14 fight with Sergey Fedchenko in Mexico City. “…I think I won the last fight.’’

So do a lot of other people, including the one seated in this corner. Marquez was a 115-113 winner here and on many other unofficial scorecards last November at Las Vegas’ MGM Grand. But the crowd that argued for Marquez and against Pacquiao’s escape with a majority decision has moved on, or back to where it has been all along.

Talk about Pacquiao-versus-Floyd Mayweather Jr. covers the sport like perpetual smog. It just won’t clear. Leave it to someone else to condemn the speculative pollution or decide whether the fight will ever happen. While you’re at it, leave me some nausea medicine. It’s sickening, but it’s there, nonetheless. It was there all over again Wednesday.

“I have to be realistic about this,’’ said Pacquiao promoter Bob Arum, who has the Filipino Congressman in tough on June 9 against Tim Bradley. “I don’t think that Mayweather will be available in the fall to fight Manny. He certainly doesn’t indicate that he wants to fight Manny. I think everyone would be better off if we thought about that fight for next year. But everything is open. First of all, Manny has a really tough fight with Bradley and secondly, everybody would certainly agree that Juan Manuel deserves a rematch.’’

But it is a rematch that Marquez deserves now, not at some speculated date that hinges on him overcoming a presumed tune-up against Fedchenko in his hometown and then a very dangerous Brandon Rios, who faces Yuriorkis Gamboa stand-in Richard Abril at Las Vegas’ Mandalay Bay, also on April 14, in a pay-per-view doubleheader produced by Top Rank and distributed by HBO.

“Everybody knows I was looking for the rematch with Manny but I don’t know what happened,’’ Marquez said. “The most important thing is I like to fight and I will fight on April 14. I am very happy about that. But I don’t know what happened with the rematch.’’

What happened is this: The public and media interest in Pacquiao-Mayweather suffered, yet remained at the top of the agenda despite a second rematch in which Marquez again showed he can beat Pacquiao. Despite a very good argument that Marquez beat the Filipino twice after a draw in the first bout, there is still a bigger market for Pacquiao-Mayweather than there is for Marquez-Pacquiao IV.

Now, here’s what could happen: As expected Marquez beats Fedchenko and Rios overwhelms Abril, an unknown Cuban. Then, Marquez and Rios fight.

“We are holding Cowboys Stadium in Arlington, Texas, for the match if we make it,’’ Arum said. “But one step at a time. July 14 is the date we are holding it for.’’

Manager Cameron Dunkin looks at Rios and thinks of Johnny Tapia.

“I love what I do,’’ Rios said. “A lot of fighters do it for a job. I do it because I love it. It’s my high. It’s like my Ritalin. I am very hyper and it calms me down a lot. If I didn’t do this I don’t know where I would be right now. I think I’d be locked up.’’

Translation: Beware.

The 25-year-old Rios has dangerous energy and enough larceny in his heart to end the Marquez pursuit of a rematch. Marquez, 38, could go the way Erik Morales, 35, did on March 24 against 24-year-old Danny Garcia in Houston.

Despite being three years younger, Morales has suffered more wear, tear and scarring in his career than Marquez ever did. Also, Rios, who is poised to move up in weight to 140 pounds after losing his lightweight title for failing to make the 135-pound limit in December, possesses more explosive skill than Garcia. But Garcia-Morales serves as a road sign, a warning for Marquez, if he were to face Rios in another bout between the best of an aging generation and the cutting edge of a new one.

AZ NOTES
· Junior-welterweight prospect Jose Benavidez Jr. plans to test his right hand in limited work Monday at Central Boxing in downtown Phoenix. Benavidez underwent surgery on his right wrist, which was injured in November on the undercard of Pacquiao’s victory over Marquez. The cast was removed about two weeks ago. He has been undergoing rehab. “We’ll just do some light stuff to see how the right hand feels,’’ dad-and-trainer Jose Benavidez Sr. said.

· Antonio Margarito’s comeback at Tucson’s Casino del Sol on May 26 is close to a formal announcement. An opponent has yet to be found, but the casino and Margarito’s manager, Showdown Promotions, have agreed to the date and terms. TV Azteca also plans to televise. The bout, Margarito’s first since a rematch loss to Miguel Cotto in December, is scheduled for Casino del Sol’s outdoor arena. A Margarito bout at the southern Arizona venue promises to be the biggest draw there since Fernando Vargas attracted an overflow crowd of more than 5,000 in 2003 for a seventh-round stoppage of Tony Marshall.

· The Margarito bout figures to cap off a busy Arizona spring, including two cards in Phoenix and two in southern Arizona. On April 12, Phoenix super-bantamweight Alexis Santiago will be featured at El Zaribah Shrine on 40th Street in east Phoenix on a card (7:30 p.m. first bell) put together by Alma Canez of Estrella Promotions. Iron Boy Promotions follows on April 21 at Celebrity Theatre in Phoenix with a hybrid card that will include an amateur bout featuring 15-year-old David Benavidez, who – yes — has sparred with his older brother, Jose Jr. On May 4, boxing is back at Desert Diamond Casino south of Tucson on a card put together by Michelle Rosado of Face II Face Promotions. Who said boxing was dead in Arizona?

Photo by Chris Farina /Top Rank

SAN ANTONIO – The Illusions Theatre made its debut as a boxing venue here Saturday. Named in a nod to irony, Illusions is not a theater at all. Rather, it is a northern edge of Alamodome festooned with pastel-lighted bunting and a perimeter of dark sheets, in a cavernous oaf’s loveable attempt at intimacy.

Two miles north of Alamodome and eight hours before Illusions Theatre opened for boxing, the Pearl Farmers Market made its weekly appearance on the grounds of a renovated complex of shops and restaurants that stand where J. B. Behloradsky Brewery was founded in 1881 along the banks of San Antonio River. On Saturday mornings, there is a booth hosted by Restaurant Gwendolyn – a concept dining spot with food prepared from 19th century recipes and only with 19th century implements – whose owner and executive chef, Michael Sohocki, also created the menu for a quirky and teeming eatery called The Cove, which features organic foods and is bookended by a carwash and a landromat.

All four downtown spots – Alamodome, Pearl Farmers Market, Restaurant Gwendolyn, and The Cove – are, in their own ways, about sustainability. And in some part, so was Saturday’s boxing card.

People unfamiliar with South Texas might be surprised to learn of its outstanding commitment to sustainability. John Mackey and Rene Lawson founded Whole Foods just 80 miles from here. Texas politics may be unpalatable to many Americans, but they have exceedingly little to do with the people who reside in these hundreds of miles between Austin and Mexico.

Agricultural sustainability, as an idea, is, like most things worth considering, more complicated than advertised. Eating locally grown foods is the wisest dietary course, yes, but the popularity of Pearl Farmers Market and The Cove raises an interesting question: Will a revolution of local organic eating not cannibalize itself eventually? As an urban area grows, and its consumption of healthy foods grows with it, is it not fated to become another victim of capitalism’s creative destruction – with demand outpacing supply while farmland is overworked even as its acreage contracts to accommodate an expanding metropolis?

Texas boxing remains sustainable because of its fanbase. Most of the last decade, as show after show moved to desert casinos where sellouts to scalpers happened before tickets went on sale, our sport’s intelligent commentators begged for a more sustainable model of putting local draws in their hometown settings, reducing ticket prices and allowing our sport to play to full houses. Texas answered that call.

The Texas Department of Licensing and Regulation (TDLR), whose officials supervise boxing, has its flaws. It has a reputation for appointing judges that favor local fighters. It employs referees whose collective discretion attracts scrutiny. But many of its recent controversies – such as the scorecards for Tavoris Cloud versus Gabriel Campillo – are disagreements on subjective matters that only appear objective because television invents a form of populist outrage then reports it. Much of the discontent with Texas boxing is discontent with the moment – Great Recession, social media, uncertainty – projected on boxing, never at a loss for outrageous happenings, and subsequently projected on Texas, where more boxing happens than in other states.

Would that those who regularly malign the TDLR had been ringside immediately after Saturday’s main event between Evgeny “Mexican Russian” Gradovich and Frankie “Little Soldier” Leal. Twenty-nine brutal minutes of combat, minutes in which Gradovich often got the better of Leal but not by much, found Leal vulnerable to a crisp left hook from Gradovich. Leal hit the blue mat. He rose well before referee Rafael Ramos’ 10-count was through. Then Leal stumbled a step rightwards.

Ramos immediately stopped the match. Other TDLR officials climbed through the ropes and signaled for cornernmen and hangers-on to remain off the canvas while they conducted an evaluation of Leal’s lucidity. Although Leal was conscious and able to answer questions, TDLR officials removed him from the ring on a gurney and immediately transported him and his team to a local hospital, where Leal was able to respond to doctors.

It was a timely reminder that TDLR’s primary obligation is not to tackling cornermen, overruling referees or concurring with made-for-television scorecards. It is to fighter safety. If you keep fighters safe, most other offenses are forgivable.

Former lineal middleweight champion Kelly Pavlik, for whom the majority of ringside personnel gathered at Illusions Theatre, has not been a picture of sustainability lately. Saturday marked Pavlik’s second appearance in a prizefighting ring in 23 months. He wore Miami Dolphins teal and orange, and even more tattoos. He also stretched his Florida opponent with a left-hook lead in the second round.

Acreage and sustainability: Pavlik now nears the logical end of his body-art project, a project whose expansion has been inversely proportionate to his success as a prizefighter. Pavlik’s body will never again resemble that of the man who stopped Jermain Taylor, a single tattoo on each shoulder, but there is near-universal hope that his form someday approximates it.

That hope is prevalent among those Top Rank people who, Saturday, composed their typical picture of professionalism. Men like publicist Ricardo Jimenez – who often handles his employer’s underdogs and invariably becomes their friend and loyal fan – are why Top Rank shows are a model of organization.

Top Rank’s people gathered on the south side of the ring, Saturday, with the media. Behind them was a black curtain and behind that a few hundred yards of empty Alamodome floorspace. Since it failed at its first purpose – attracting an NFL franchise – Alamodome has been quite a few things. Illusions Theatre is a latest try at making something sustainable of the Alamodome idea.

Someday, this city’s planners sagaciously might choose to employ Alamodome’s enormous and usually empty lots as the landing for a downtown-shuttle service. In the meantime, Illusions Theatre and Texas boxing deserve plaudits for their Saturday efforts.

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

SAN ANTONIO – It was “Mexican Russian” against “Little Soldier” at Illusions Theatre, in Saturday’s main event. All of the monikers were apt.

Fighting in a 10-round “Top Rank Live” match made for Spanish-language network TV Azteca, undefeated Russian featherweight Evgeny Gradovich (13-0, 7 KOs) and Mexican Frankie Leal (17-6-3, 10 KOs) made the night’s most savage battle, engaging each other constantly and from close range every second of every round. Gradovich prevailed by technical knockout, stopping Leal with a short left hook in the match’s final minute. The fight then took on a tragic hue.

Rising well before referee Rafael Ramos’ 10-count completed, Leal stumbled slightly rightwards. Ramos took note and wisely waved an end to the match at 2:15 of round 10. Immediately thereafter, Texas officials began a postfight evaluation of Leal that resulted in his being removed from ringside on a gurney. As he was wheeled from the ring, however, Leal was conscious, and referee later Ramos confirmed that Leal had been able to answer questions.

A later report from a local hospital indicated that Leal was responding to doctors’ questions. The word “precautionary” was being used hopefully at ringside.

It was a sad end to what was a hell of a scrap.

KELLY PAVLIK VS. AARON JACO
It has been a long time since former middleweight world champion Kelly “The Ghost” Pavlik fought in the second co-main of a local card, but that was the position in which he found himself Saturday, while making only his second prizefight in 23 months.

Pavlik (38-2, 33 KOs) responded well to the unfamiliar, and blasted overmatched Florida super middleweight Aaron “Jedi” Jaco (15-3, 5 KOs), forcing the 35 year-old to the blue mat twice, once in each of the first two rounds, and stopping him at 0:45 of round 2.

“He was looking for the right hand,” Pavlik said afterwards. “How do you think my left hand looked?”

Pavlik dropped Jaco with a left-hook lead in the second minute of the first round, a few seconds after a less-professional-looking overhand-right lead failed to move Jaco. Pavlik, working for the first time in his career with a trainer outside of Ohio, this time new chief second Robert Garcia, made left hands the focus of his new look.

“I had a really good camp, and you can see I had more of a bounce in my step,” Pavlik said. “My left arm was actually getting tired in there.”

In round 2, Pavlik connected with another left-hook lead, this one verily damaging Jaco. Fully outmatched but still tough, Jaco rose before the count of 10 but was in no condition to continue.

“We’re going fight-by-fight,” Pavlik said, when asked about his current fighting weight and future plans. “I just don’t know yet.”

This first fight of Pavlik’s latest comeback told observers little more than this: Pavlik is back, can make the super middleweight limit, and is working on his left hook.

ADAM LOPEZ VS. RAMON BAYALA
As a highly praised prospect in his second prizefight, Adam Lopez was supposed to make quick work of a limited Puerto Rican with nary a victory on his record. But Ramon Bayala, that limited Puerto Rican, sent Lopez to the mat in round 3 and made Lopez work much harder than anticipated throughout.

Ultimately, Lopez (2-0, 1 KO) decisioned Bayala (0-3-1) by three unanimous scores of 38-36, scores that reflected both Bayala’s third-round knockdown and his fourth-round holding penalty, one provoked by a shoulder he threw on a break.

“He was holding, but the ref warned me,” Lopez said afterwards, still in apparent disbelief. “And I got mad and lost my concentration.”

Lopez rose after his first professional knockdown and struggled to a neutral corner. Referee Jon Schorle moved in, completed his count and twice cleaned Lopez’s gloves, and Lopez made his way through the rest of the stanza.

“He got up too early,” said Ronnie Shields, Lopez’s trainer, who said there was lots of work to be done on Lopez – starting with keeping his hands up.

UNDERCARD
Saturday’s second match of its TV Azteca broadcast saw local lightweight Ivan Najera (7-0, 7 KOs) run through unprepared Michigander James Lester (9-8, 4 KOs), dropping him twice and stopping him with a left hook to the body at 0:35 of round 2.

The best fight of the undercard was a four-round battle of Texas featherweights Luis Zarazua (3-0-1, 1 KO), of Edinburgh, and Victor Sanchez (1-3-1), of Houston, one that ended in a fair and proper majority draw that ringside judges scored 38-38, 38-38 and 39-37 (Zarazua). Sanchez began the fight winging uppercuts that betrayed a surprising familiarity with Zarazua’s style. But Zarazua soon solved that puzzle and did enough to win three rounds on one scorecard, in an excellent match.

Before that, in a four-round light heavyweight match between Cleveland’s Eduardo Alicea (3-0, 2 KOs) and Houston’s Edwynn Jones (1-4-1, 1 KO), four uneventful rounds punctuated by a few suspenseful seconds of action led to a decision victory for Alicea that all three judges scored 40-36. Alicea, who slaps when he throws an ill-advised right hook to the body and also got himself clipped by a surprise uppercut in round 3, nevertheless did enough to decision Jones easily.

California featherweight Saul Rodriguez (4-0, 4 KOs) remained undefeated in the evening’s second match, stopping Houstonian Ricardo Valencia (1-3-1) at 0:19 of round 1. Charging out his corner and connecting with his first combination – a nifty right cross, left hook mix – Rodriguez then landed a pair of right hands that brought referee Rafael Ramos racing in to stop the fight before it got too ugly, or even truly started.

Saturday’s card opened with a four round super welterweight scrap between Florida’s Bryant Perrella (2-0, 2 KOs) and San Antonio’s Arturo Lopez (0-2), a match referee Jon Schorle stopped at 2:08 of round 4 when Lopez did not respond adequately to a series of combinations from Perrella.

Attendance for Leija and Battah Promotions’ debut was estimated at 1,500. Opening bell rang on a sparsely occupied Illusions Theatre at 6:03 PM local time.

Photo by Chris Farina / Top Rank

Staying in line means staying busy and that’s all Antonio Margarito can do in a dogged, controversial pursuit of another big payday.

Margarito told 15Rounds.com in Tucson last week that he wants to fight Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. in September. But speculation, fueled by Bob Arum’s comments to RingTV.com. has Chavez fighting Sergio Martinez instead. Nobody has to tell Margarito that Chavez-Martinez is the bigger fight. Nobody has to tell him that big fights don’t get made for more reasons than anybody wants to recount, either. Without mentioning the oh-so-familiar suspects, let’s just say that bouts between fighters represented by rival promoters these days qualify as a minor miracle.

If Arum, Chavez’ promoter, can’t make a deal with Martinez promoter Lou DiBella, it would be easy for him to stay in-house. Arum promotes Margarito, too. As the first alternate, Margarito gives Arum a marketable option, especially among Mexican and Mexican-American fans.

Many might still dislike Jr. for suspicions that he was allowed to sidestep the game’s bruising dues because of his legendary dad, Julio Cesar Chavez, Sr. Many more dislike Margarito for the hand-wrap scandal that will be with him for as long as those scars surrounding his surgically-repaired right-eye. But the complaints are free advertising. Margarito’s reputation is notorious. The Chavez rep is pampered. Mix the two and you’ve got a formula for strong sales and big television ratings.

That’s why Margarito intends to fight a tune-up on May 26 or June 15 in southern Arizona at Casino Del Sol, where his brother-in-law, super-flyweight Hanzel Martinez, won a first-round stoppage on March 23 on a ShoBox-televised card. In a sure sign of interest among Mexican and Mexican-American fans, TV Azteca plans to televise Margarito’s next bout. But against whom?

One of the names mentioned on March 23 was Jesus Gonzales, popular in Phoenix, his hometown.

“Absolutely,’’ Gonzales said when asked if he would be interested. “That would be great opportunity.’’

But Gonzales’ chances at the bout aren’t great. He is coming off a loss in Montreal to Adonis Stevenson, who knocked him out in the first round. According to people who represent Margarito and Gonzales, Gonzales has been medically cleared to fight since the devastating loss. His promoter had asked him to undergo an MRI for head trauma.

Gonzales also plans to go down in weight — from super middle (168 pounds) to middle (160). Margarito said on March 23 that he is training and weighs about 165 pounds. He wants to fight for the 160-pound title held by Chavez, the World Boxing Council champion who has reportedly been at least 180 at opening bell for his last few fights.

Neither the weight nor Gonzales’ stunning loss in his last outing, however, appears to be the issue. Gonzales’ southpaw stance against the orthodox Margarito might be. The left-handed Gonzales has a better chance at hitting Margarito’s right eye, which was badly-bloodied in his December loss to Miguel Cotto in a rematch stopped after the 10th round.

Repeated blows have degraded the skin around the eye, which was badly damaged in 2010 by Manny Pacquiao, who fractured the orbital bone. It quickly tears and ruptures into the bloody mess that led to the ringside physician in New York to call a halt to the fight against Cotto, despite Margarito’s protestations. Cotto targeted an eye that will be target for as long as Margarito continues to fight.

Margarito might have to become more defensive, says his manager, Sergio Diaz. At best, a change in style is problematic for an iron-chinned fighter known best for moving forward. Against a natural left-hander aiming for a problematic right eye, chances at pulling off that one get complicated, if not dangerous.

Dangerous enough to lose that valuable place in line for one more trip to the pay window.

HOUSTON – Here is the largest city in the state that comprises the world’s most corrupt athletic commission, a beast of two backs that screws prizefighters and fans alike – to hear and read accounts of those outsiders who compose what member Paulie once called “the unsilent majority.” To walk this city’s streets and visit its museums and ride its METRORail, though, you’d never know its residents strain under the burden of such a facinorous bureaucracy. It’s almost like they’re oblivious of it.

But fear not, dear reader, Saturday’s postfight umbrage was thick in Reliant Arena, spread the way it usually is in boxing: Proportionate to one’s distance from the ring itself. Managers, writers, and – heaven help us – television viewers, were more outraged by how things unfolded in the co-main event than its participants, Carlos Molina and James Kirkland, who both seemed happy with their fine efforts and ready to make a rematch.

Ban this, investigate that, and so on. Saturday’s officials enforced the rules objectively: Molina’s cornerman was on the apron before the 10th round and its ref’s 10-count concluded – and that count does not conclude the moment Molina returns to his feet – and the rules say that disqualifies his charge, even if it has no effect on the action, as explained at every prefight rules meeting in every jurisdiction in the land, even the corrupt ones. Molina was leading on every scorecard save Gale Van Hoy’s, of course, and that made his necessary disqualification unfortunate.

“Use common sense!” the masses then chanted, voices hoarse and necks rippled white with indignation.

Be subjective, in other words. In Texas. Enough.

There is an exhibit currently at Museum of Fine Arts, Houston – “Elegance and Refinement” – that treats the works of an old master named Willem van Aelst and features one work in particular, “Still Life with Fruits and a Wineglass,” in which Van Aelst uses the reflection of a glass goblet to paint a silver plate and its contents, windows, the light from those windows, the way the goblet’s white wine refracts that light, the city beyond, and the artist within. He solves many technical puzzles of light and its behavior in a successful attempt to make what his Dutch contemporaries called “reflexy-konst” and considered “an effective demonstration of (the artist’s) mastery over nature.”

Erik Morales, an old Mexican master of a different canvas, the rigid and bloody blue one, failed in his attempt during Saturday’s main event to dominate a subject some three miles from MFAH. Ah, but he came close. He solved most of Danny Garcia’s technical puzzles by the end of round 10 and endeavored to impose his mastery on the much younger Philadelphian, to make a suspenseful ending to their junior welterweight title match while erroneously discounting Garcia’s limited power.

Morales’ derring-do took him a step too far in the 11th, possessing him to throw a right uppercut from distance – a technical mistake of a punch when thrown by anyone but that other Mexican master, Juan Manuel Marquez – and Morales suffered a fate different from what he anticipated. Danny “Swift” Garcia justified his moniker, clipped Morales with a proper counter left hook, dropped him on the blue mat and ended Morales’ comeback.

On the MFAH wall opposite Van Aelst’s “Still Life with Fruits and a Wineglass” hangs his “Hunt Still Life with a Velvet Bag on a Marble Ledge” – a masterwork coincidentally created one year before another Delft painter, Jan Vermeer, completed “Painter in His Studio,” the pound-for-pound champion of its era. Van Aelst’s velvet bag is now a brilliant blue, a curious color for a hunting satchel. When Van Aelst painted it 347 years ago, however, the velvet bag was green, a color Van Aelst made by mixing ultramarine with a yellow-lake pigment. Time and light have taken all the yellow from the canvas, revealing a gorgeous sort of hue that is nevertheless different from what its artist intended.

So it has gone with “El Terrible.” Taken are most of his refining hues of quickness and conditioning. Friday, he effectively showed up at the weighin and said: “The WBC what? No, no, tomorrow’s fight is for the Morales Championship of the World. It will be contested within three pounds of whatever I weigh right now. And give me a pull on that sportsdrink, will you?” And nobody argued.

With faded reflexes and conditioning, Morales’ underlayers – technique and wiliness – now shine through in a way they did not when he was in his prime, when he was an ass-stubborn antagonist who forewent convention, advice and even his orthodox stance to beat on men he wrongfully held in contempt. A prime Morales stops Danny Garcia in seven rounds. Saturday’s Morales, the master who took away Garcia’s right hand after the fourth round saw the young man celebrate its success just a little too much, knew what had to be done to win but waited too long to do it and was vulnerable when he hustled to catch up.

Will El Terrible retire? Nobody knows anything about that but this: Morales will do whatever the hell he wants.

Just like Texas. Great scorn will continue to be heaped on this state and its maddening officials – and the farther one is from Texas, the greater the scorn. Indeed. But it says here Texas will have the richest vengeance of all: Living well. See you next week in San Antonio.

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Author’s note: Special thanks to Skira Rizzoli Publications, whose excellent collection of essays in the “Elegance and Refinement” catalog provided whatever insights on painting happened above.

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

Zab Judah (41-7, 28 KO’s, 138lbs) had his first ever fight in Brooklyn, NY, and it was up against rising talent, Vernon Paris (26-0, 15 KO’s, 138lbs). The bout took place at the Aviator Sports Center, which has become the home for boxing in Brooklyn.

With Judah being a southpaw and Paris in the orthodox stance, both fighters quickly worked at establishing their straight hands. Judah was the first to gain control, and he showed no signs of losing that control.

Any analyst will tell you that when opposite handed fighters face eachother, footwork is key. If one fighter’s lead foot is outside his opponent’s, he has the angle and leverage to land the better blows. Paris was losing the footwork battle badly. Judah beat him to the punch every single time as Paris could not grasp the very basic aspect of proper punching against a southpaw.

Judah repeatedly stunned Paris throughout the fight. To his credit, Paris showed a great chin, and was occasionally able to follow up with good shots of his own. But those shots were few and far between.

As both fighters entered the ninth round, Paris was way behind on the scorecards and needed something drastic to occur in order to come away victorious. Judah made sure that wouldn’t happen by sticking to the gamelan that was working to absolute perfection. He stunned Paris with another left hand and backed him into a corner. With Paris stunned and trapped, Judah stepped back and measured the situation before unleashing another combination that forced the referee to step in and call the fight. Judah came away victorious in impressive fashion, acoring a TKO victory at the 2:27 point in the ninth round.

The popular Tomasz Adamek (44-2, 28 KO’s, 222.5lbs) took to the ring against Nagy Aguilera (17-6, 12 KO’s, 226.5lbs) in what was expected to be a one sided affair. Aguilera was aggressive early, taking advantage of Adamek’s notoriously slow starts. Aguilera did well until Adamek landed a left hook that badly wobbled Aguilera’s legs.

From that point on, Adamek was in control of the slugfest, repeatedly landing the ol’ one-two combination, and then slipping out of harms way. Despite the I’ve sided nature of the fight, Aguilera landed some hard blows of his own, temporarily quieting some of Adamek’s passionate fans.

After ten rounds, the scores read 99-91, 100-90, 100-90 for Adamek, giving him the unanimous decision victory.

Sergei Liakhovich (25-4, 16KO’s, 231lbs) took on Bryant Jennings (12-0, 5 KO’s, 219.5lbs) in a crossroads battle. From start to finish, Jennings was in total control of the bout. His better footwork led to better opportunities to throw combinations. And throw combinations he did. Jennings landed at will and had Liakhovich staggered in nearly every round. Liakhovich was just too slow and had no answer for Jennings.

Over the course of eight one sided rounds, Liakhovich took a beating. Before the round, the ringside physician took Liakhovich aside for a closer look. He let the fight continue, and Jennings continued the beating. After the round was over, the doctor advised that the fight should should be stopped. Jennings was credited with a TKO victory at the 3:00 mark of the ninth round.

Cruiserweights Santader Silgado (20-0, 18 KO’s, 196lbs) and Willie Herring (13-9-3, 4 KO’s) took to the ring next. The experts in attendance were going to get a good look at Silgado, who boasts an impressive record.

Things did not start so peachy for Silgado, as Herring turned out to be a crafty counterpuncher. The early rounds were a closely contested chess match.

In order to work his way inside, Herring made many aggressive lunges forward that led to headbutts. Eventually, a headbutt seemed to open up a cut over Silgado’s right eye, but luckily, his cutman, Danny Milano was on hand, and the bleeding was stopped.

Things changed in the fifth round. Silgado landed a body blow, and Herring was able to sell it as a low blow. From that point on, Silgado was in control and used his advantage in size very well for the rest of the fight. Herring’s continued attempts at selling phantom low blows did not work.

The final round saw lots of fireworks as Herring was able to land some looping hooks. The second half of the round had Silgado back in control. In the end, the final scores read 77-75, 78-74, and 78-74 in favor of Silgado, giving him a unanimous decision victory.

Much to the delight of his adoring Brooklyn fans, Curtis Stevens (21-3, 15 KO’s, 162lbs) made short work of Romaro Johnson (11-5-1, 6 KO’s, 160lbs) in their bout. Not long after the opening bell, a combination from Stevens sent Johnson onto the canvas. Johnson quickly made it up to his feet, but Stevens gave him no breathing room, and another combination sent Johnson down.

Johnson beat the count again, but the referee stayed close by to jump in if there was danger. That danger came quick, as another combination landed, and the referee called an end before Johnson even landed. The time of the TKO came at 2:16 of the first round.

The opening bout og the evening saw Angel Garcia (1-0, 1 KO, 130lbs) dominate and stop Alan Beeman (debut, 129.5lbs) in three rounds.

HOUSTON – Finally, Erik “El Terrible” Morales, at age 35, did not have enough of what once made him great to wrest a victory from a well-prepared young challenger. There was no shame in Morales’ losing, and there was enough pride in his effort to make Danny “Swift” Garcia’s victory a meaningful one.

Saturday in Reliant Arena, Philadelphia’s Garcia (23-0, 14 KOs) decisioned Tijuana’s Morales (52-8, 36 KOs) by unanimous scores of 117-110, 116-112, 118-109, in a fight for a junior welterweight title that Morales lost on the scale Friday, when he missed the fight’s contracted weight by two pounds.

Saturday, after an uneventful first round that Garcia nevertheless won with quicker hands, both fighters became slightly more active in the second. Despite a trio of right uppercuts landed by Morales at the midway point of round 2, though, the second belonged to Garcia much as the first had.

The end of the third round saw Garcia land a succession of right hands to Morales’ chin that forced the Mexican icon to drop his gloves, hold onto the ropes and look startled. Morales resumed his hesitancy in the opening third of round four before being caught with one Garcia right hand too many. Morales then adjusted his left guard, promised himself he’d not lower it again, and promptly had his best round of the fight.

After an even fifth that saw Garcia warned for a low blow, the Philadelphian pinned Morales to the ropes and assaulted him with lefts and rights for the opening 90 seconds of round 6. Then Morales, showing some of his world-class wiles, set a trap for the younger man and beat him back in the round’s final minute.

After that, Garcia made an adjustment of his own. He stopped endeavoring to hurt or stop Morales and merely tried to outbox him. The adjustment worked, and Garcia won the seventh, eighth and ninth.

Round 10, though, saw Morales find Garcia with right hands enough to begun a stream of blood from Garcia’s nose, marking the first round Morales convincingly won in four.

In the eleventh, Morales’ confidence led him to launch a right uppercut from distance, a classic no-no, and Garcia capitalized by dropping him with a left hook. Morales rose at the count of eight and made it to the end of the round, but his legs were not sturdy.

The fight ended much the way it began, with Garcia too young and fast for the Mexican veteran.

Ringside judges marked a wide unanimous decision for Garcia. And the 15rounds.com card concurred, scoring the match 117-111 in his favor.

KIRKLAND VS. MOLINA
A remarkable fight was stopped prematurely in Saturday’s co-main event. The culprit was a cornerman or referee, depending on one’s feelings about enforcing the letter of a regulation.

Texas super welterweight James Kirkland (31-1, 27 KOs) defeated Chicago’s Carlos Molina (19-5-2, 6 KOs) by 10th-round disqualification, in a fight Molina was winning, when Molina’s cornerman improperly stepped on the ring apron before the 10th round had officially concluded.

Afterwards, both Kirkland and Molina said they would like a rematch.

Molina started the fight boxing and moving well, circling away from Kirkland’s power and keeping himself out of reach with range-finding jabs and crosses to Kirkland’s body. After an even second round, Molina worked his way back on to Kirkland’s chest in the third, slowing the Texan’s pace and discomfiting him for at least two of the round’s three minutes.

In round 4, a trend emerged clearly: James Kirkland was fading after the first minute of each stanza. Kirkland would have little trouble finding Molina with left crosses and uppercuts, from his southpaw stance, but then would lose his pace after 60 seconds. Kirkland, his mouth open, would start taking breathers, and Molina would move forward, land scoring punches and steal rounds.

The fifth and sixth, both very close, were marked by Kirkland’s loading-up on aggressiveness and punches early, in the apparent hopes of making an impression enough on the judges that Molina’s lighter, though more sustained, offense would not sway them in the final 90 seconds of each round.

Rounds 7 and 8 saw declining activity from both men, but enough activity by Molina to win them. The eighth, particularly, saw Kirkland exposed in some ways as a prizefighter who is uncomfortable on the inside and incapable when pushed backwards.

Even the ninth round, which may have been Kirkland’s best, saw the Austin prizefighter fade late and collect light but effective right hands from Molina.

The 10th saw both men exhausted enough to land on the blue mat, Kirkland from exhaustion, Molina from a punch. And that was when the fight fell apart. Beating referee Jon Schorle’s count comfortably after the bell to end the round had rung, Molina walked back to his corner, where his trainer had already entered the ring. Enforcing a rule that mandates a fight must be stopped if a cornerman climbs on the apron before the end of a round, referee Schorle disqualified Molina, awarding a 10th round victory to Kirkland.

At the time of the stoppage, Molina was winning by majority-decision scores of 87-84, 88-83 and 85-86. The dissenting scorecard belonged to Texas judge Gale Van Hoy. The 15rounds.com ringside scorecard concurred with the other two judges, marking the match 88-85 for Molina.

“I’ve been refereeing 29 years,” said Schorle after the fight. “That’s the first time I’ve ever had to do that.”

UNDERCARD
In the last pre-television fight of the night, Houston super welterweight Jermell Charlo (17-0, 8 KOs) did what his brother Jermall could not earlier, dropping his opponent, Chicago’s Chris Chatman (10-2-1, 5 KOs), and stopping his match in a thrillingly concussive way. After an interesting pair of opening rounds, six minutes that saw Chatman look lively and Charlo slip most of his punches, Charlo floored Chatman, whose head slammed the blue mat, causing the fight to be stopped at 1:22 of round 3.

Irish lightweight Jamie Kavanaugh (9-0-1, 4 KOs), who fights out of California, needed none of his people’s fabled luck in the evening’s fourth match, working his way through Florida’s Cesar Cisneros (3-4-2, 1 KO) and stopping him at 2:28 of round 5. After being cut in the match’s opening stanza, Kavanaugh sat down on his punches, opened a gory gash over Cisnero’s right eye and finished the match with aplomb.

Local welterweight Lanard Lane (13-1, 8 KOs) completed Saturday’s third fight with an exclamation mark of sorts, beating on game but overmatched Milton Ramos (7-3-2) of Waco, Texas, and stopping him at 1:34 of their eighth and final round. In claiming the eighth knockout of his career, Lane showed every tool but stopping power, landing numerous right crosses without quite claiming Ramos’ consciousness and ultimately leaving the referee to stop the bout.

The second match of the night, a super welterweight match between undefeated Houstonian Jermall Charlo (9-0, 5 KOs) and Nebraskan Shawn Wilson (5-9, 1 KO), was a mismatch from its opening moments, as Charlo was too long, too well-schooled and too fast for Wilson, who fought with a certain strong-jawed resignation through the first four rounds before succumbing to a sustained assault and losing by technical knockout at 2:21 of round 5.

Saturday’s action began with a quick stoppage, when Florida super welterweight Daquan Arnett (2-0, 1 KO) dropped San Antonio’s Fabian Cancino (0-4) with a left hook to the liver. After an enthusiastic start, Cancino was unable to rise before the 10-count, and Arnett scored his first career knockout at 1:51 of round 1.

Opening bell rang on an empty Reliant Arena at 5:12 PM local time.

TUCSON, Ariz. – Talks are underway for Antonio Margarito to fight in Arizona in May or June, Margarito and his manager, Sergio Diaz, said Friday.

“We’re talking about May 26,’’ Margarito said through an interpreter after his brother-in-law, super-flyweight Hanzel Martinez, threw a powerful right hand for a first-round stoppage of Jose Miguel Tamayo at Casino Del Sol.

Margarito manager Sergio Diaz said June 15 also is under consideration, possibly at Casino Del Sol’s outdoor stadium. Friday night’s card was staged in one of the casino’s ballrooms.

“May or June is fine,’’ said Margarito, who last fought in December in a dramatic loss to Miguel Cotto in New York.

Margarito, whose surgically-repaired right eye was badly bloodied by Cotto, said he is pointing to a fight in September with World Boxing Council middleweight champion Julio Cesar Chavez, Jr.

Margarito said he currently training and his weight is at 165 pounds.

Danny Garcia’s greatest challenge Saturday night at Houston’s Reliant Arena might be one of the biggest intangibles of all. Awe is dangerous. Tough to control, too. But that’s what Garcia faces in Erik Morales, a fighter he watched when he wasn’t watching cartoons. Morales won his first major title when Garcia was a restless nine-year-old.

Until he reached his mid-teens, Garcia witnessed Morales’ skillful tenacity throughout his epic series against Marco Antonio Barrera and the trilogy against Manny Pacquiao. No doubt, there’s much to admire. Morales is a good example for any young fighter. From this corner, he also provides a look, scars and all, at what separates the Mexican fighter from the American.

North of the border, only victory matters. To wit: Floyd Mayweather, Jr., whose career seems to start and end with a plan to stay unbeaten. South of the border, performance is often as important as victory. Some of Mexico’s legends are created in defiant battles that happen to end in defeat. Morales has won many more than he’s lost, but he was applauded for the way he fought in defeat by majority decision last April to Marcos Maidana. He has always been willing to take as much punishment as he delivers. It’s an exchange that is dangerous, dramatic and bloody well worth the price of admission.

Garcia (22-0, 14 KOs), an emerging junior-welterweight from Philadelphia, has seen enough of Morales (52-7, 36 KOs) to know he will encounter the resilience that is there now just as surely as it before the comeback. Dealing with it, I suspect, will prove to be as daunting as adjusting to Morales’ tactical expertise, especially in the early rounds. At 47, light-heavyweight Bernard Hopkins has said that his age is one of his prime advantages. It’s simple: The younger fighter is afraid of losing to an old man, Hopkins says.

Morales is 35, yet much older in terms of wear, tear and stitches. Surgery for gall stones forced a postponement of the HBO-televised bout, which had been scheduled for Jan. 28. Morales says he has recovered from the procedure. But 12 rounds aren’t exactly ordinary rehab. Then again, Morales has never been ordinary.

There’s a temptation to pick Morales, because of his extraordinary career. But that would be a mistake, not unlike the one Garcia would make if he succumbed to hero-worship. Before opening bell, Garcia seems to understand.

“Erik Morales is a great fighter,’’ Garcia said in a conference call on Tuesday, also his birthday – he’s 24. “He did a lot for the sport. He had great fights with Barrera and Pacquiao. He had his time to shine. Now it’s my time.’’

If Morales were working Garcia’s corner against another legend, he might tell him about his first title. It was 1997 in El Paso. Morales was 21, facing World Boxing Council super-bantamweight champion Daniel Zaragoza, then 39 and with a Morales-like record of 55-7-3 with 28 KOs. Like Garcia is today, Morales was unbeaten then at 26-0. Any awe of Zaragosa was conquered. Morales knocked out the Hall of Famer in the 11th round. Zaragosa never fought again.

Garcia’s blend of power, speed and youth is enough for him to do the same. The guess here is that experience and knowhow will allow Morales to endure the full 12 rounds. Garcia will win a unanimous decision. Then, he can ask Morales for an autograph.

AZ Notes
Phoenix junior-welterweight prospect Jose Benavidez is back in the gym and undergoing conditioning drills after having a cast removed from his right hand on March 14. Benavidez underwent surgery for a troublesome injury to his right wrist. The procedure forced him off a ShoBox televised card Friday night in Tucson at Casino del Sol.

“It’s cool to be back in the gym,’’ Benavidez said Wednesday from Los Angeles where he resumed workouts at trainer Freddie Roach’s Wild Card Gym. “There’s some stiffness. But we’ll let it heal.’’

Benavidez is scheduled to see doctors for a routine check on April 2. His dad and trainer, Jose Benavidez Sr., said there’s a chance his son’s next bout could be on the Manny Pacquiao-Tim Bradley undercard on June 9 at Las Vegas’ MGM Grand.

“We’ll just see how it goes,’’ the senior Benavidez said.

Meanwhile, another Benavidez prospect might be on the horizon. David Benavidez, who fights at between 185 and 190 pounds, is scheduled for an amateur bout on April 21 at Celebrity Theatre in Phoenix on hybrid — pro-and-amateur — card staged by Iron Boy Promotions. David, a 15-year-old student at Hollywood High School, has done some sparring with former middleweight champ Kelly Pavlik, who has been training for a comeback against Aaron Jaco on March 31 in San Antonio.

“It’s hard to compare the two,’’ their dad said. “In terms of style, they’re just a little bit different.’’

I started to write about boxing because of Erik “El Terrible” Morales, whose face, along with those of Israel Vazquez and Juan Manuel Marquez, is the first my mind associates with the word “prizefighter.” Morales was not my first favorite fighter. He wasn’t even my favorite fighter in his first two matches with fellow Mexican Marco Antonio Barrera. Morales’ charms were not immediate or obvious as other prizefighters’. But they were lasting.

Morales’ third match with Barrera was the first time I wrote about prizefighting – in an email exhaustive enough for a friend to post on his website. Columns followed. My seventh treated El Terrible’s victory over Manny Pacquiao. Morales UD-12 Pacquiao induced a euphoria, even through television’s bastardizing lens, that I innocently assumed would be a regular compensation for journalizing the sport. How naïve. I’ve revisited that euphoria scarcely more often since March 2005 than Morales has visited the indomitable form he showed against Pacquiao seven years ago.

And yet. Saturday I will cover El Terrible from ringside for the first time. It is an honor I did not believe would happen, a privilege for which, had you presented me a contract 380,000 words ago, I would have gladly written volumes about prizefighting. Morales will fight undefeated Philadelphian Danny Garcia for something called the WBC light welterweight title, in Houston’s Reliant Arena in a fight HBO will televise, though the fight itself is mostly beside the point. That point, championship-level violence, will be lent support by a 10-round undercard scrap between Texan James Kirkland and Mexican Carlos Molina. The main event needs help because nobody should follow any sport in which a 35-year-old Erik Morales is the greatest 140-pound practitioner.

We didn’t grow up together though we’re close in age. The first time I wrote seriously about El Terrible, he was at the apogee of his prime, already the bloated, dehydrated/rehydrated victim of a fair and unfavorable decision in his rubber match with Barrera. What Morales presented was an initial catalyst, a first promise that struggling to describe boxing holds a private reward of its own, independent of others’ affirmation. That late-prime Morales remains a standard against which I judge prizefighters and find most deeply wanting.

Morales was an unlikely standard. He was not eloquent as Barrera. He was not thrilling or durable as Pacquiao. He was steered wide of Marquez. He didn’t throw the hook like a Mexican but used instead a deceptive and jarring right uppercut triggered by the touch of a glove on his elbow, a punch to dissuade his countrymen’s voracious, liver-feeding left hands. He was awkwardly skinny, too, a gawky, rib-tallied Tijuananense with a big nose.

Good God, but he made the masculine choice every time.

Masculine, macho, entertaining – Morales was all of these words, not one a synonym for “prudent.” His finest moment was imprudent as hell. Ahead on official scorecards after 11 rounds against Manny Pacquiao, Morales fought the 12th as a southpaw, several times realizing his folly before willing himself back in an awkward stance that assured Pacquiao every chance to hurt him. This, just after his father pleaded with him not to do anything crazy – y nada estupido. Before you compare your favorite fighter to Morales, ask first: Would my guy offer his head to Pacquiao for three minutes of a fight he is winning, just to entertain someone like me?

Six months after such unforgettable boldness, Morales moved up to lightweight to fight Zahir Raheem and proved, definitively, that a man who cannot make super featherweight is by no means a lightweight. Then Pacquiao blew him out, twice, and the David Diaz match came nine months after Pacquiao KO-3 Morales. By then I’d published enough to be credentialed for Chicago, but see, El Terrible had said goodbye thrice against Pacquiao – once when he winked at his dad from the canvas and twice in an interview bungled by HBO’s former interpreter – and I took him at his word.

Morales’ comeback, after 2 1/2 years of retirement, has a whiff of boredom to it, as if El Terrible were sitting at home one night, tired of domesticity and grown fluffy, and saw Amir Khan hightailing from Marcos Maidana while being called great, and said “¡Ya basta!” to his television set. Morales has a Twitter account for combating boredom, too, one he uses to retweet wife jokes and regularly post, of his training regimen, “The mouse likes cheese.” There has been no reason to board a plane for a Morales fight since 2007, as any aficionado knows, but Houston is within driving distance.

Morales’ comeback also feels a little like Julio Cesar Chavez’s “Adios” tour. Chavez was 12 years and pounds beyond his prime, at age 42, further beyond his prime, by far, than Morales is at 35, and came back in pursuit of money. A few tilts in, Chavez found himself a patron to pay for the tour and promote his son. In a fine show of incremental audacity, Chavez’s one “Adios” fight became “Adios Los Angeles” then “Adios Arizona” then “Adios Phoenix” – with “Adios Tucson” and “Adios Flagstaff” lurking – before someone named Grover Wiley put an end to the silliness in America West Arena.

Danny Garcia should decision Morales, Saturday – and what ever happened to Grover Wiley, anyway? So long as Morales acquits himself nobly, though, he’ll be presented a WBC silver or diamond belt before April Fools’ Day, and his comeback will go on till he tires of training or being beaten on. Or maybe Morales will win Saturday like he did in September, in a fight you probably watched, even if you can’t now remember Morales’ opponent or its official outcome.

It will be an honor to sit ringside at a Morales fight, regardless. A feeling of pride, a certain personal indulgence, will wash over me when the name “El Terrible” rings through Reliant Arena. We made it, kid.

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

The Irish fans came in full force to celebrate St. Patricks day at the theater in Madison Square Garden. They were also on hand to celebrate Ireland’s very own Matthew Macklin (28-3, 19 KO’s) as he squared off against against reigning middleweight champion, Sergio Martinez (48-2-2, 27KO’s). The bout began with Martinez showing an aggressive stance. His straight left behind his southpaw stance was a weapon that he prepared for. Macklin fared well under the circumstances. He came into the fight as a heavy underdog despite solid performances in the past, but was showcasing some skill and tenacity under the bright lights of Madison Square Garden.

Macklin’s straight right hand proved to be an effective weapon. He landed them well against Martinez, whose movement makes him a difficult target, stealing rounds due to staying on the offensive. Entering the seventh round, many ringside observers had the bout scored even at three rounds apiece. In a startling exchange, a looping right hook knocked Martinez off balance, causing his glove to touch the canvas, forcing referee Eddie Cotton Jr. to rule it a knockdown. The blow did not seem to phase Martinez, and once the fight resumed, he aggressively went after Macklin, landing one hard straight left after another.

The ruled knockdown ended up becoming the turning point of the fight. It brought the champion out of Martinez, and he dominated from then on. His straight left did not seem to miss it’s target, as he repeatedly beat Macklin to the punch with his superior hand speed. Entering the eleventh round, Macklin’s face began to redden due to the blows that he was taking. About a third of the way through the round, Martinez landed a picture perfect left hand that knocked Macklin down hard. He beat the count, but was on very unsteady legs, and the blow opened up a gash on the right side of his face. It did not take long for Martinez to send Macklin down again. All it took was another left hand, and Macklin was down again. He beat the count as the round ended.

It was then that Macklin’s corner, headed by Buddy McGirt, decided to assess their fighter. They saw that he was spent and hurt, and therefore unable to continue, and wisely made the decision to end the bout. Martinez was credited with a TKO victory at the 3:00 point in the eleventh round.

In a bout that guaranteed fireworks, Edwin Rodriguez (20-0, 15KO’s) faced off against Don George (22-1, 19KO’s) in a super middleweight match. The early portions of the bout saw each fighter measuring up their jabs and trying to get into range for harder punches.

Things began to heat up a bit in the third round as both fighters traded big rights. The fight continued at a tactical pace entering the middle rounds. Despite the high expectations of a barn burner, this fight became a smart chess match. Rodriguez proved to be the better of the two at this game. He used his skills to keep George out of reach, and the plan worked very well.

With George seemingly behind on the scorecards, the twelfth round was highly anticipated. Both fighters threw big punches for the entire three minutes. It had the crowd on their feet. As the final bell rang, both fighters embraced before the scores were read. The final scores were 96-94, 99-91, and 97-93 all in favor of Rodriguez.

The popular Seanie Monaghan (12-0, 8 KO’s) squared off against Eric Watkins (6-1, 2 KO’s) in a light heavyweight bout. Watkins started off quickly, hoping to catch Monaghan off guard. Recently, Monaghan has employed a more measured approach to fighting, and took it all in stride. He started off by throwing powerful combinations to the body, and followed that up with combinations upstairs. Watkins was unable to answer with any significant punches of his own.

The bout progressed with Monaghan in complete control of the action. After eight one-sided rounds, the final scores read 80-72, 79-73, and 79-73 in favor of Monaghan.

In the final non-televised bout of the night, heavyweights took to the ring when Magomed Abdusalamov (13-0, 13 KO’s) took on Jason Pettaway (11-0, 8 KO’s). Pettaway started the fight utilizing his quick footwork and boxing technique, while Abdusalamov stalked. In the opening rounds, it was evident that Abdusalamov had punching power, but he did not land that one power shot that would end the fight. Then, in the fourth round, Abdusalamov landed a combination that had Pettaway reeling and on the canvas. He beat the count, but was on very shaky legs. As the bout resumed, Abdusalamov took advantage and landed huge punches flush on the chin. An official immediately hoped onto the canvas to request an end. The referee called a halt to the bout at 1:20 of the fourth round, giving Abdusalamov a TKO victory.

The third bout of the evening featured the popular Kevin Rooney (3-1, 1 KO, 163.5lbs) up against Anthony Shuff (0-1, 168lbs). Rooney opened up aggressively working his opponent, and it immediately became evident that Shuff wanted no part of it. After a barrage of punches, he looked over to the ref as if to plead for mercy. The referee granted it to him, stopping the fight at 1:27 of the first round, giving Rooney the TKO victory.

In a vert tactical match, Charlie Ota (19-1-1, 13 KO’s, 151.5lbs) took on Gundrick King (16-7, 11 KO’s, 153.5lbs). Both fighters took their time in letting their hands go, as they are both counter punchers. Throughout the bout they took turns finding openings. Gradually throughout the first for rounds, Ota was landing the fresher combinations. By the sixth, a combination from Ota ended with a solid left hook that sent King down. Ota beat the count and the round ended. The seventh round saw more action from Ota, and he trapped King in the corner and landed a right that sent King to a knee. The referee stopped the bout at the :35 point in the seventh round, giving Ota a TKO win.

The opening bout of the evening featured Thomas Hardwick (4-0, 2 KO’s, 215lbs) against TJ Gibson (1-1, 207lbs) in a four round match. Hardwick maintained control throughout the bout en route to a unanimous decision victory with all three scores reading 39-35.

Danny McDermott (9-3-2, 4 KO’s, 140.5lbs) faced off against Carl McNickels (7-3, 6 KO’s, 137 1/4lbs) in a six round bout. Like any other McDermott fight, it featured a whole lot of back and fourth brawling. The final scores read 57-55, 57-55, 56-56 in favor of McNickels, giving him a majority decision victory.

Photos by Ed Diller

Yuriorkis Gamboa looks like a pawn in a standoff perilous to his own future and bad for a divisive business populated by more lawyers and fewer potential stars.

Start with Gamboa, if you can find him. The Cuban has displayed potential enough to become part of a generation that will succeed Manny Pacquiao, Floyd Mayweather Jr, Miguel Cotto and Juan Manuel Marquez.

But at 30, Gamboa is not exactly a prospect. He has no time to waste. But waste is what he’ll do if a Top Rank lawsuit against him gets buried in the legal swamp. Throw in an injunction into a lot of legalese, and suddenly Gamboa is 32, mostly forgotten and remembered only as an obscure answer to a trivia question: Hey, whatever happened to that promising lightweight who was supposed to fight Brandon Rios?

The answer to that one apparently was not anywhere on the agenda held by whoever advised Gamboa to be MIA for news conferences in Miami and then Los Angeles. The story is that Gamboa is unhappy with his Top Rank contract. OK, but shouldn’t he have expressed that dissatisfaction in the public arena, like say at a news conference?

Instead, he acts like a kid cutting class. That doesn’t say much for his maturity, his reliability and, above all, his independence. If he can think and speak for himself, where is he? Despite his evident skill, Gamboa has yet to prove he can draw a crowd. Now, I’m not sure he’ll get that chance.

Top Rank’s lawsuit alleges that an unidentified crowd, “John Does 1 through 10,” have been orchestrating Gamboa’s every move. It doesn’t take much imagination to guess who Top Rank’s Bob Arum thinks that John Doe family happens to be. There’s been plenty of speculation that Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s promotional company has been telling Gamboa what to do and where not to appear.

Mayweather’s name is never mentioned. But the lawsuit’s language, already reported, looks like a warning intended for Mayweather. If he is in fact involved with Gamboa, I’m betting he won’t back down. Neither will Arum. Instead, there will be just an escalation of a feud that means the biggest fights will only involve more lawyers.

AZ NOTES
I got a call from Michael Carbajal last Tuesday. The Hall of Fame junior-flyweight asked me if I knew what that day meant to him. Not sure, I said.

“It’s a 19-year anniversary,’’ he said.

So it was.

On March 13, 1993, Carbajal and Humberto “Chiquita” Gonzalez made some history with an epic fight that saw Carbajal get up twice and win by a seventh-round KO.

Carbajal is now 45. Gonzalez will be 46 on March 25. Some of us who were at ringside are just getting old.

World Middleweight champion Sergio Martinez and Contender Matthew Macklin meet the fans at Legends Bar In New York City and Claudia Bocanegra was there to catch all the images.

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Sources have confirmed to 15rounds.com that WBA Super Bantamweight champion Guillermo Rigondeaux will defend his crown against once beaten Philadelphian Teon Kennedy as part of the June 9th Manny Pacquiao – Timothy Bradley undercard.
These are the games that make unforgettable this sport and it’s a real shame to miss them. As the boxer Ottavio Barone once put it: ‘This is not merely throwing your fists on a curve, it’s a challenge against yourself.’ Luckily, even if you miss a game, you can still get the latest updates on your phone, maybe whilst you’re playing some mobile casino games.

Rigondeaux, 9-0 with seven knockouts won the full title on January 20 with a sixth round stoppage over Rico Ramos. Kennedy, 17-1-2 with seven knockouts is coming off a draw with Christopher Martin

It could be a big night for the stable of Promoter Russell Peltz/Managers Doc Nowicki and Joe Hand who also have Mike Jones fighting Randall Bailey for the vacant IBF Welterweight title on that same PPV undercard

All that is essential about our sport, in both amateur boxing and prizefighting, happens between its ropes and bells. What occurs during a match, the gravity of fists crashing against skulls, and how, is complicated enough to occupy a nimble mind for hours with conditional clauses. The rest of our sport comprises noise mostly, and the more oblivious of it one remains, the better.

What Mexican Orlando “Siri” Salido and Puerto Rican Juan Manuel “Juanma” Lopez did with each other Saturday on Showtime’s “Championship Boxing” in Puerto Rico’s Coliseo Roberto Clemente, the honesty with which they made their rematch for the WBO featherweight title, the way they contrasted and locked and made a gorgeous violence, was a celebration of what is true in boxing. Salido prevailed by technical knockout, as he did in their April match, felling Lopez in the 10th round with force enough to bounce the Puerto Rican’s right ear off his own shoulder and cause referee Roberto Ramirez Sr. to stop the match though Lopez was on his feet well before the count of 10, stumbling about.

Saturday’s match was a reminder of what is important in boxing and why it overwhelms the unimportant – erroneous descriptions, postfight happenings – with the enduring marks its violence carves in one’s memory.

Regardless of what television persuaded viewers to think, Salido-Lopez II was an even fight through four rounds. Orlando Salido, whose amateurishness – a grade-school jab and habit of touching his gloves before every surge – is offset by a faith in power and activity, was able to land seeing-eye rights over Lopez’s negligent guard.

How does Salido, his head down and weight too far forward, land such punches on an elite fighter?

He sets his eyes on an opponent’s chest and trusts a piece of anatomical geometry short fighters know well: The chin is one head above the chest. If you look at a man’s lower sternum and throw your fist a head’s length above, you’ll find a chin more times than not, and never worse than a jaw. Some fighters learn this through experimentation. Most learn it from an exasperated trainer in a monologue that goes: “Damn it, don’t get over your front knee! . . . Don’t throw that . . . Hey, if you’re going to do it, remember his chin is only a head above his chest, OK? Stop bouncing that punch off the top of his head.”

Juan Manuel Lopez, a southpaw whose left guard floats when he throws rights and whose chin floats generally and reliably, believes in his right hook nonetheless, whether using it as a lead or a check counter, and he nearly changed the trajectory of his career with it Saturday. Catching Salido at the end of a fifth round that was an even heat for 2 1/2 minutes till Salido opened up Lopez and had him retreating, Lopez checked Salido and sent him corkscrewing forward, into the ropes and onto the blue mat. Salido beat the count and wobbled towards his stool, grateful the knockdown happened in the round’s last 20 seconds, not its first.

Here it became plain Showtime’s play-by-play broadcaster, Gus Johnson, was capable of transcendent badness, embracing a sensationalistic impulse that would steer another wonderful fight towards the perilous territory of yet another scoring controversy and yet another made-by-television “disgrace” for boxing. It wasn’t so much that he mistook Lopez’s perfect right hook for a Salido slip but rather how his shouted messages collided with one another: The strongman Salido was beating down a shellshocked Lopez, outlanding him by a frightful margin, in the most competitive fight of 2012! Can a fight be both one-sided and competitive? Apparently so. Johnson preps to call the greatest fight in history or the greatest robbery in history each time his microphone goes live; all the better if both happen in the same fight.

The ninth round was a special one that saw Lopez plow obstinately forward, his mouth open and power undone and footwork a knot, in a distressed try to make Salido win by doing something even Salido’s gym mates probably didn’t know he could: counterpunch off the ropes. It was a round that was too good to score with conviction, though Lopez probably took it.

Which made the series of punches Salido landed in the first half minute of the 10th – a definitive set of combinations begun and ended with a right hand – so thrilling. Salido broke Lopez, ahead by majority-decision scores after nine rounds, as he did their first time and predicted he would again. Salido is every good thing people say about him.

Then came Lopez’s postfight comments, boldfaced assertions the referee who stopped the rematch, and his son who stopped the first fight, share a gambling addiction about which Lopez had warned the commission that appointed them. This was not a stunt by Lopez; he believed the veracity of the allegations he made. You want reality? There it is. We can fetishize people being real and celebrate Lopez’s candor, or we can say performers have a responsibility to maintain artistic distance, a barrier of insincerity. But we can’t have both – and especially not from concussed men still in the hot blood of a fight. The nature of Lopez’s allegation, and the appearance that Ramirez Sr.’s decision to stop the match was justified, mean Lopez now must produce evidence or a recantation very soon.

Whatever the outcome of that and however Showtime’s broadcasts lately compromise aficionados’ enjoyment of its product, nothing can be allowed to detract too much from the spectacle of Lopez’s heart or Salido’s desire to dominate it. The solace, as ever, is here: Only the 27 1/2 minutes Salido and Lopez made war on one another will be remembered.

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

Various reports have surfaced that former WBO Light Heavyweight champion Julio Gonzalez passed away following a motorcycle accident in Mexico.

Gonzalez was 41-8 with twenty-five knockouts had his crowning moment when he scored a shocking upset over Dariusz Michalczewski in 2003. Gonzalez had previously took on Roy Jones to headline an HBO PPV event.

San Juan, P.R.- The main event started to a standing crowd in an almost full house. Fans knew they were about to see a war and were cheering López with as much enthusiasm as they booed Salido. Both fighters looked primed and in great shape for the fight. As soon as the bell rang for the first round silence dominated the arena. Salido stalked JuanMa while López used lateral movement and looked for countering opportunities in the first and second rounds. The third round saw some good exchanges and even if it was a fairly even round, Salido appeared to be making it into his type of fight.

Salido had the best of the first two minutes of the fourth webbanki.ru but JuanMa came back with some good shots in the last minute that got Orlando’s attention. JuanMa boxed well in the fifth and knocked Salido down with a short right hand towards the end of the round. Siri came out aggressive for the sixth and eventually put López against the ropes where he landed some of his best shots so far. The Mexican kept the pressure up during the seventh and both landed good shots but Orlando seemed the fresher boxer.

Roles changed in the eight when JuanMa started driving Salido back and Salido got pinned against the ropes but still managed to land his share of punches as the crowd cheered for their charging countryman. The ninth saw all pretense of defense thrown out the window as both fighters traded to the delight of the crowd. Often it was hard to tell who was getting the better of the exchanges, but it was López going forward now.

The tenth saw a dramatic change as JuanMa came out looking completely exhausted and Salido took advantage to end things with several big rights and a short left. López got up but referee Roberto Ramírez Sr. saw that it was over and waved it off at 32 seconds.

With the loss, Salido solidifies himself as a world class boxer who still fights at the level of his opponents and López needs to take a long serious look at what his future holds. For the former Puerto Rican champion, there will be future opportunities as any brawler with his knockout power and his willingness to trade is always an entertaining boxer to watch. Salido will take his title for some spins and as long as he stays away from the Gamboa’s and, in my opinion, the Mickey Garcia’s of the featherweight division, he should be all right for a while.

“This is how I planned this fight,” said Salido. “I knew it was going to be a very tough fight. We both competed punch for punch. I’m just lucky he’s the one that fell.”

“He hit me hard but I could still continue,” said Lopez after the fight. “I was dominating the fight. It was a tough fight but I was winning.”

As simply put by Salido, “This was a classic in the long rivalry between Mexican and Puerto Rican fighters.”
The co-feature of the night featured featherweight phenom Miguel “Mickey” Angel García (28-0, 24KO’s) of Oxnard, California defending his NABO title against Filipino Bernabé Concepción ( 29-5-1, 15 KO’s) in a fight to ten rounds. Action started slowly in the first two rounds. García used his reach advantage to land some jabs while Concepción managed to land two right hands at the end of the second. The third and fourth followed the same pattern until Mickey started letting his hands go at the end of the fourth and landed several right hands and left hooks that made Abe take a few steps back.

In the fifth, García upped his work rate and again landed several good shots as Concepción appeared to be in a much tougher fight than his opponent. In the sixth, García managed to take Bernabé against the ropes several times where he would land good shots. The Filipino fought back but his punches usually fell short o their target. Concepción had a good start to the seventh round as he landed several combinations but halfway through, Garcia landed a combination that knocked down and hurt Concepción. Bernabé beat the count but Mickey went systematically for him and forced the stoppage at 2:33 with Concepción receiving punishment against the ropes.

García looked as formidable as always in breaking down a game opponent with the demeanor of an experienced veteran. At 126 lbs he is threat to anyone and everyone.

Puerto Rican prospect José “Chelo” González (18-0, 13 KO’s) faced Hevinson Herrera (15-8-1, 13KO’s) who fights out of Miami, Florida in a ten rounder at lightweight. The first four rounds were very tactical with both fighters looking for their range and only landing a few punches a piece while the crowed booed in disapproval.

Finally with forty seconds left in the fifth, Chelo landed a right hand that wobbled Herrera, got the crowd on its feet and went for the finish but ran out of time. González landed multiple straight lefts from his southpaw stance in the sixth finally knocking down Herrera but again couldn’t seal the deal before the bell rang. By the seventh round, Chelo was dominating but seemed in no hurry to press the action until the final seconds.

The referee finally halted the fight when in the eighth González landed several flurries to the head of Herrera. Herrera complained but he was hopelessly behind in the scorecards and seemed pretty hurt at the time of stoppage which was 1:12 of the eighth. Chelo won, but did leave much to be desired considering he is usually an action fighter and this was a big opportunity for him to shine on Showtime.

As to what’s next for Garcia, he responded, “I would like to face any of the champions at 126.”

The televised portion of the card started with the other half of the Arroyo brothers, McWilliams Arroyo (11-1, 9 KO’s) facing tough journeyman and two time world title challenger Luis “Titi” Maldonado (38-7-1, 29KO’s) of Baja California, Mexico. The fight was set at a limit of 112lbs. and set for ten rounds with the WBO Latino Title on the line. Arroyo dominated the first round with jabs, lead left hooks and straight right hands to his southpaw opponent’s head and body. Both fighters traded lefts in the second, but the Puerto Ricans’ were sharper and seemed to carry more power. Arroyo won the third but developed some ugly swelling right over his right eye, possibly from a Maldonado left hand. Arroyo countered well in the fourth but his swelling eye started bleeding.

The fifth saw some more counter punching from McWilliam and on the sixth he unloaded with some excellent combinations that eventually opened a cut under Titi’s right eye. Rounds seven, eight and nine were fought at a slower pace as Arroyo started using more of the ring and doing less body work while fighting with his mouth open. The Mexican had his best round in the tenth managing to land several good shots and forcing Arroyo to backpedal for most of the round. Judge’s scorecards were 98-92 and 99-91 twice in favor of Arroyo.

Allan Tanada (11-2-2, 5KO’s) of Paranaque City, Philippines and Gamalier Rodríguez (18-2-3, 12KO’s) of Bayamón, P.R. Were up next for a featherweight bout set for eight rounds. Tanada was eager to exchange from the get go but Rodríguez used his superior footwork and counter punching skills to land clean punches while staying away from danger. By the fifth round Tanada was showing signs of desperation and payed the price for it when, with thirty seconds left, got caught and rocked. After several more big blows from Rodríguez, the referee appeared to stop the fight but let them at it again apparently realizing the round wasn’t over. The last rounds saw Tanada looking to land something spectacular but only finding the business end of Gamalier’s powerful counters. Final scores were 80-72 and 79-73 twice all in favor of Rodríguez.

Former Puerto Rican amateur star McJoe Arroyo (10-0, 5 KO’s) fought Shawn Nichol (5-10, 5KO’s) of Denver, Colorado at a limit of 115 lbs. After a fairly even first round, Arroyo’s more precise punches and better footwork started to take over in the second when he also landed several big blows to the body. Nichol was game through the third and fourth but by the end of the fifth, Arroyo’s body work began paying dividends. Nichol went all out in the sixth but the former Olympian’s straighter, shorter punches rocked him throughout. Final scores were 59-55 and twice 60-54 in favor of the still undefeated Arroyo.

Charlie Serrano (14-3-1, 4KO’s) took on local Camilo Pérez (7-0, 4KO’s) in a junior featherweight bout set for six. Both fighters fought on mostly even terms for the first two rounds and in the third, Pérez landed some crisp right hands that seemed to wake up Serrano who closed the round strong. An unintentional headbutt opened a cut on Camilo’s forehead in the fourth but he closed the round landing the cleaner punches. Pérez used his jab well offensively and defensively to win the last two rounds and take a unanimous decision with scores of 58-56 and 59-55 twice.

Junior welterweights Alberto González and John Karl Sosa made their respective pro debuts to start of off the night. In a one sided fight, Sosa (now 1-0,1 KO) showed a classic amateur style before dropping González twice in the second round. Sosa landed well to the body and head of his over matched opponent before the referee stopped the fight with González on his back. Time of stoppage was 1:02 of the second round.

The next four rounder featured Enrique “Quique” Quinones (4-11-1, 4KO’s) vs. Rafael González (8-0 7KO’s) in a welterweight bout set for four. Quinones offered only a little bit of resistance in the first stanza but González took over and chased him around the ring while landing hard punches from then on. Round two saw more of the same with González feeding Quinones a steady diet of uppers until Quinones’ corner finally waved a towel and the referee stopped the fight at 1:10 of the third.

Claudia Bocanegra was ringside at BB King’s In New York City as Lou Dibella presented a nine bout edition of Broadway Boxing that had several memorable fights