Originally posted by McGoorty
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Originally posted by McGoorty
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Haven't you ever heard of criticizing someone before, son? A lot of that goes on around here. If it weren't for that there would not be enough posts to even have a forum.
I suppose it is possible to ask the offending question regarding anyone at all. How dare he criticize Richard Steele? How dare he criticize Mike Tyson? How dare he criticize Bernard Ho'kins? ....on and on and on.
Anyone dares because they can all be legitimately criticized somewhere. There may be disagreements as to what constitutes legitimacy. You and I may have just such a disagreement regarding Tszyu.
Before you think I have no love for Tszyu, observe that I can and do spell his name correctly, it being a frequent personal idiosyncracy of mine to misspell, leave uncapitalized or find disparaging monikers to substitute for the names of men or countires I loathe. If not loathing is loving, then I must love Tszyu.
My regard for him may have once rivaled your own. Ricky Hackon was supposed to be no more than a bump on the road to greatness and even bigger fights. Instead, our boy quit, without obvious signs of physical distress.
Shoulder this...shoulder that, old overnight. I know them all. I can buy shoulder but not old overnight. It is no more than a metaphor, and humans are mightily taken by good metaphors whether they are true or not. An armed society is a polite society, is a metaphor one might find quite a bit of disagreement on. It sure sounds good, though. It sounds true. Is it?
That is what old overnight means to me, before you even dare, sir.
The Hackon fight was within reach. It was not as if Tszyu could barely make it back to his corner a la Robinson/Maxim, or was beaten up like Ali by Holmes.
One could accept the quit job if he had performed any redemptive ring acts later. The chance was there. He kept stalling and stalling and stalling. It was disrepectful. As someone who put money in his pockets, I felt aggreived. He prolonged it until one finally knew he had to retire whether he announced it or not. No truly great champion would allow the likes of a Ricky Hackon to drive them into neurotic seclusion. It was his own quit job that drove him.
The slav fighters had a lot of amateur fights under the fallacious old Soviet bloc Olympic style amateur programs. I think Tszyu had a lot also. It was not as if he had not built two separate illustrious careers by the time Hackon yanked his arms off. The biggest legacy mover to date would have been to come back and knock Ricky--a second rate talent, or somewhere between first and second-- out where he belonged, as ultimately proven by others.
Tszyu gave up too easily and then he quit the game too easily. His richest and most famous win will be Judah, another guy who could not cut the mustard to greatness, but was at least a fast-twitch-fiber demon, putting to bed doubts that Tszyu could deal with this kind demon. He could, as long as the demon did not also have depth. Judah's only real depth was the depth of his talent.
Tszyu was a champion with a good record. As for piling on the adjectival greats, that would be something more appropriate as you introduced him at a banquet dinner than in an objective appraisal of his all time prowess. I feel that great is sort of optional with him in realistic journalism not there specifically to pay homage. He was good. He was very good. He was...hmmm? He was very good.
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