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by David P. Greisman - Every other stare down before then, from the afternoon of the opening press conference until the day of the pre-fight weigh-in, is ceremonial. Not so for fight night, just before the bell rings and the action finally begins, when all the publicity appearances are done and all their supporters are behind them.
All that separates them from each other are a few feet in distance, a few seconds in time.
And so this final stare down is real, a poker player pushing all of his chips to the center of the table and looking straight at his foe to see what he’s got. The other man might exude confidence. He might betray a bluff. He might just look away, to the sky or to the side, all to avoid giving his opponent the satisfaction.
Juan Manuel Marquez and Juan Diaz locked eyes before their second fight, moments after each made his way to the center of the ring. Marquez stepped forward deliberately but not heavily, hands at his side like a gunslinger raring to draw and sizing up the man just paces away. He raised. Marquez had taken Diaz’s best shots 17 months before and then gunned him down. He had the upper hand. [Click Here To Read More]
All that separates them from each other are a few feet in distance, a few seconds in time.
And so this final stare down is real, a poker player pushing all of his chips to the center of the table and looking straight at his foe to see what he’s got. The other man might exude confidence. He might betray a bluff. He might just look away, to the sky or to the side, all to avoid giving his opponent the satisfaction.
Juan Manuel Marquez and Juan Diaz locked eyes before their second fight, moments after each made his way to the center of the ring. Marquez stepped forward deliberately but not heavily, hands at his side like a gunslinger raring to draw and sizing up the man just paces away. He raised. Marquez had taken Diaz’s best shots 17 months before and then gunned him down. He had the upper hand. [Click Here To Read More]
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