Final analysis: it doesn't matter whose fault it is; it happened, that is the only cogent fact. You get credit for what you did, nothing else. I do not really care how long he lasted, either. He beat a long line of shoe clerks. His quality of opposition averages just above mediocre in total. Most of them were slightly-above-mediocre fighters who were larger than he was, however. Their natural size advantage must be factored in.
Jones wanted to circumvent the powers-that-be in boxing. He is the great talent with the most illusions about his abilities outside the ring. He would win that poll easily. Robinson had quite a few too: he thought he could dance and he thought he was a businessman, or at least was cagey enough to hire honest people to watch over his financial empire. His first European tour was Robbie's solution to the powers-that-be, and it worked.
Jones had no solution up his sleeve other than to deny the PTB control over him by sacrificing his own legacy. They could not get near him. But neither could he get near a great opponent in a timely fashion.
A cǒckfighter who farms pitbulls put himself up against the world's best legal minds and promoters in their familiar arena. You only do that if you have seriously overestimated your own position. When a $5 million dollar check from HBO arrives like clockwork after every scrub mandatory you fight, it is hard to even see that you have miscalculated anything. Roy probably believed the bigger fights eventually had to come, so he saw himself as escaping with easy money until then.
But those big fights never came before he was knocked wedge-cold by a so-so fighter named Tarver.
Jones wanted to circumvent the powers-that-be in boxing. He is the great talent with the most illusions about his abilities outside the ring. He would win that poll easily. Robinson had quite a few too: he thought he could dance and he thought he was a businessman, or at least was cagey enough to hire honest people to watch over his financial empire. His first European tour was Robbie's solution to the powers-that-be, and it worked.
Jones had no solution up his sleeve other than to deny the PTB control over him by sacrificing his own legacy. They could not get near him. But neither could he get near a great opponent in a timely fashion.
A cǒckfighter who farms pitbulls put himself up against the world's best legal minds and promoters in their familiar arena. You only do that if you have seriously overestimated your own position. When a $5 million dollar check from HBO arrives like clockwork after every scrub mandatory you fight, it is hard to even see that you have miscalculated anything. Roy probably believed the bigger fights eventually had to come, so he saw himself as escaping with easy money until then.
But those big fights never came before he was knocked wedge-cold by a so-so fighter named Tarver.
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