Showing posts with label Manny Pacquiao. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manny Pacquiao. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Corner (I)

Scribe interrupts this writer's block to bring you a public service announcement:

STOP TALKING ABOUT TIGER WOODS UNTIL HE REALLY DECIDES TO TALK!

STOP TALKING ABOUT TIGER WOODS!

Moving on...



Continuing the thread of a previous post, December's essay for the Norman Einsteins takes a look at the dymanics between a boxer and his/her corner during a fight.

Something notable from the Manny Pacquiao victory over Miguel Cotto was how Cotto's trainer, Joe Santiago, was raked over the coals from insiders, fans and media for his lack of strategy during the fight.

An analyst on ESPNews (whose name, sadly, I cannot recall) said that fans tend to believe that once a pugilist gets in the ring, everything said by his/her corner is rendered useless. As a former boxer, he said that the corner is just as important on fight night as those members are during training camp.

I reached out to Ashley "Treasure" Theophane, a rising young welterweight out of London, to give me some insight on the dialogue that goes on between figther and trainer. Boxers of all ilks pay attention to each other's movements, especially those who straddle the same weight class.

Just as the last essay for the NE, the deleted scenes will be posted tomorrow in hopes of giving you greater context of our interview. In the meanwhile, not only do I encourage you to read my previous submissions, but observe the rest of the excellent work.

Say What?!?!: Apparently, what will become the biggest fight in boxing history has a date. Venue TBD, but it seems as if Top Rank (Pacquiao) and Golden Boy Promotions (Floyd Mayweather, Jr. via Mayweather Promotions) are really considering leaving Las Vegas for either the Lousiana Superdome or Cowboys Stadium. More on this later.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Vulnerable


At some point in the next few days, you will see the replay of last week’s fight between Manny Pacquiao and Miguel Cotto. You will be told to and just might fall in love with the acumen of the newly crowned welterweight champ; how his dominance has upped the stakes and demand for a megafight between him and Floyd Mayweather Jr. in 2010.

You will also be told that Cotto hasn’t been the same fighter since losing to Antonio Margarito last year. There seems to be some truth to that as his intimidating power was smothered in that bout by Margarito’s relentless attack (more on that later), but there’s so much more that’s overlooked. Despite subsequent wins over Michael Jennings and Joshua Clottey – the latter a pretty good fighter who just didn’t finish the job – Cotto wasn’t exactly the rib-bruising power puncher that made him such a force moving up the welterweight ranks. Last Saturday’s loss to Pacquiao was a greater exhibit in how different he became in the past two years.

When Cotto’s name was mentioned as a possible opponent for other big name boxers in the welterweight division, he was just known as devastating body puncher who would have difficulty against fighters who displayed a full offensive repertoire. Some observers believed that he needed to add more to his arsenal in order to work himself to a bigger payday against those better known pugilists like Mayweather. Overpowering Carlos Quintana, Zab Judah and Paulie Malignaggi with hooks to the midsection apparently, didn’t impress enough.

It was when he fought Shane Mosley that he started to show off a more consistent lead jab (in which he goes to an orthodox stance, but leads with his more powerful left hand). He would switch to a more natural southpaw stance at times in later rounds, but no matter what, he would still try to display more jabs and crosses than in previous fights. Though he won that fight by unanimous decision, Mosley fought well enough to show that not only he could still tango with the best of the younger generation (he’s nine years older than Cotto), but that Cotto wasn’t going to have as much ease finishing off savvier and more polished fighters.

Save for annihilating Alfonso Gomez after the Mosley bout, Cotto was already a different leading into his loss to Margarito, only which the changes were of his own making. It’s speculated (yet unproven) that Margarito had the ‘hands of Paris’ in that bout, but it has been generally accepted that Cotto took so much punishment in that fight that it took away the cloak of invincibility. Margarito kept coming with a constant flurry of punches. Cotto was hemmed up in the ropes throughout that fight; something that he customarily did to his opponents was now turned against him. As disovered, neither the new or old style would have succeeded against a guy who may have had illegal assistance.

The Clottey fight did just about as much to show this changed fighter, only with far more legal methods. A cut over his left eye from a head butt in the third round kept bleeding throughout the bout, but if it wasn’t for Clottey’s injured knee, it was more than likely that Cotto would have dropped this fight as well. Cotto was unable to see from his left side, but Clottey’s inhibited movement gave Cotto enough of a chance to get back into the fight. Neither man was able to truly finish off the other because of their injuries, but judges leaned towards Cotto for being game enough to regain his offense in the late rounds.

Boxing, as any other sport, presents so many “what ifs” that it’s too easy to say that one bout is always connected to another. Because of the time between fights, boxing fans and media can only go back to the last showing for some sort of trend. There were too many mitigating factors from Cotto’s last few bouts to say that there would have been a different outcome last weekend. If Cotto was the same fighter in his previous outings when facing Mosley, Mosley just may have won in the same manner that Pacquiao did, if not more convincing considering he’s a natural welterweight. The way the last two years have played out could have been far different for not just Cotto, but the entire division.

He is still a heck of a boxer, even if his losses have looked exceptionally awful. Pundits point to a change in trainers as Cotto fired his uncle after the victory over Jennings, yet Evangelista was in his corner during that controversial Margarito loss (Joe Santiago has been the trainer for the Clottey and Pacquiao bouts). Though a few dare to say that he should consider retirement at this point, he’s 29 years old and will find suitors for more fights. All of the guys he faced in the last three years had rather publicized chances to redeem themselves from defeats. We should expect that Cotto will get his as well in 2010.

Photo Credit to AP via Yahoo! Sports

Friday, November 13, 2009

Ethnic

The bad weather in the northeast should be more of a reason to walk, run, swim, drive, fly or teleport yourself to someone’s place to see tomorrow night’s superfight between Miguel Cotto and Manny Pacquiao. That is, if you aren’t ordering it yourself like this Scribe.

To provide analysis is a fruitless exercise; although Pac-Man is going to win a very tough fight, tougher than what trainer Freddie Roach may believe.



The greatest allure of a boxing match – more than the fight itself, at times – is the ethnic pride that runs deep in its fans. Hoards of people from a common nationality rally behind a fighter, even if the bank accounts differ greatly. Flags that take up three rows and fifteen seats wave ferociously in the cheap seats when those fans see their man has the edge. Rowdy chants that can drown out everything short of an elephant’s bellow give the combatants a charge going into the later rounds.

These displays of ethnic pride in boxing have always fascinated me. For a plethora of reason, you wouldn’t see it so overtly in other sports as you do in the sweet science. Much of this is because boxing seems to be the only sport allowed to even dare use race and country as promotional tools.

Modern day boxing was born from pitting one nationality or ethnicity against another, even if it’s an unintended consequence of many bouts over the years. From the very first right jab Jack Johnson landed on Tommy Burns back in 1908 to tomorrow’s main event, the powers-that-be have come to understand that a fight will gain attention of curious eyes if there’s a glaring difference in skin tones, language and citizenship between the fighters.

(Even the widely-acknowledged Greatest of All Time was bold enough – personal feelings aside about the method – to use these differences in some degree when preparing for Joe Frazier. It’s glossed over and forgotten by many of Ali’s fans, but it worked. Calling anybody an Uncle Tom, let alone a fellow world-class fighter, would do that.)

However, I can’t help but to wonder what others think about this. Does the ethnic card that boxing plays continue to help or hurt the sport’s popularity outside of its hardcore fans? Do you think other sports can actually use ethnic pride as a promotional tool (outside of your Latin Nights and Citi Field)?

Say What?!?!: From Free Darko via The Rumble; Photo credit to MyBoxingFans.com

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Manslaughter

Manny Pacquiao should have been arrested for attempted manslaughter last week.

After just watching the replay of the crime… er, fight… against Oscar de la Hoya at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, there is no doubt in my mind that Pac-Man should have been hauled into the local jail for how badly he decimated his opponent.

You know, it’s one thing if you were watching a popular, future Hall of Fame athlete go down valiantly in the throes of defeat. If some flashes of the physical prowess that allowed him or her to become one of the all time greats are still evident in that performance, then at least you could walk away knowing that the game did not completely pass him or her by.

Yet, in brutally physical sports such as football, boxing or mixed martial arts (as it’s now old enough to have a history), the greats rarely, if ever, look as their former selves. De La Hoya looked not only every part of his 35 years of age against Pacquiao, but he looked like a reluctant amateur who just took up boxing as a workout instead of serious business.

De La Hoya looked like Johnny Unitas in a San Diego Chargers uniform, Willie Mays as a New York Met, Emmitt Smith as an Arizona Cardinal. Or for those born in the last few months, Randy Couture not too long ago.

While De La Hoya had been considered more of a face than a fighter throughout his career, once upon a time, he was a boxer with world-class speed and an effective lead jab. He once moved on his feet with the likes of champion welterweights like Pernell Whitaker, Ike Quartey, Felix Trinidad and Shane Moseley.

Suddenly, Pacquiao was Travis Coates in the sport’s latest episode of Old Yeller.

Ouch.