Originally posted by IronDanHamza
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I found this on another website...
I have a special place for the Thadzi-Toney fight. I promoted it when I was the Director of Boxing for the Foxwoods Resort/Casino.
The fight was supposed to have been for the WBU light heavyweight crown. Toney swore to me he’d make the light heavyweight limit of 175 pounds. When he arrived at the hotel three days before the fight, he looked at least 10 pounds over that weight.
“Don’t worry about me,” he told me. “My weight is fine.”
The next morning, I watched him train in a rubber suit for over an hour. Most of his time was spent on a Stair Master. He also shadow-boxed and jumped rope. When he was finished, he returned to the locker room and peeled off the rubber suit. Water poured out. He stepped on the scale. It said 175 pounds.
“I told you not to worry,” he said. “I’ll dry out tonight and weigh even less tomorrow.” Then he added, “I can fight at light heavyweight, I can fight at cruiserweight and I can even go up to heavyweight and be successful. Don’t doubt me. I’m telling you, I can be the heavyweight champion of the world!”
That night, at around 11:00, I was sitting at the bar on the exclusive 8th Floor—where most of the casino’s “high-rollers” stayed—talking with a few sportswriters who were up to cover the bout. They were devouring plate after plate of jumbo shrimp and other goodies from the food bar directly behind us. As I looked in the mirror inside the bar area, Toney’s image behind me caught my eye. He had a su****ious look on his face, as if he was doing something wrong. I watched him. He was. He was breaking training.
Only that morning, he trained incredibly hard in a rubber suit, killing himself to make weight, anxiously waiting to fight Thadzi. Now, there he was, fighting his junk food craving—and losing. I watched him take handfuls of chocolate and stuff them into his right pocket. Then he took another handful and stuffed them into his left pocket. I turned to face him.
“James, what in the world are you doing?” I asked him.
He was truly the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. In this case, it was on the dessert tray.
“I, uh, I’m bringing these things to a few friends who are in my suite.”
I glared at him.
“Tell them they can come out here and take all they want,” I told him.
“Uh, that’s, uh, okay,” he stammered. “I think they’re, uh, tired.
I glared at him some more.
“Hey, it’s your fight to win, James,” I told him. “It’s also your fight to lose.”
“It don’t matter,” he said, waving his right hand. “I’m gonn’ kick his butt no matter what.
Toney then disappeared into his suite and most likely had himself a chocolate party. A one-man chocolate party. The next night, he failed to make weight. Then he ran out of gas late in the fight and was outpointed by Drake..
Here is an interesting article from Boxing Scene:
http://www.boxingscene.com/measured-...s-toney--17450
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