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by David P. Greisman - “Watch,” said Roy Jones Jr., lifting his head up and turning it to the right, toward the ring card girls, toward the paying audience, toward everyone but Jeff Lacy, the man who, seconds earlier, had sent a hard right hand through his gloves and toward his chin.
Jones rested his left glove on the right shoulder of Lacy, who buried his head in Jones’ chest . If Lacy were to throw a right hand, Jones could feel it coming. If Lacy were to send out his left, Jones would see it out of the corner of his eye.
Jones brought his head back down. Lacy pulled his body back, creating enough distance for a right hand to the ribs that Jones knew was on its way the moment his left hand slipped from Lacy’s shoulder. Before that right hook hit flesh, Jones was turning a right hook of his own to Lacy’s head, followed by a left hook, another right and another left.
His right glove rested on Lacy’s left shoulder. Jones lifted his head and turned it to the right. [details]
Jones rested his left glove on the right shoulder of Lacy, who buried his head in Jones’ chest . If Lacy were to throw a right hand, Jones could feel it coming. If Lacy were to send out his left, Jones would see it out of the corner of his eye.
Jones brought his head back down. Lacy pulled his body back, creating enough distance for a right hand to the ribs that Jones knew was on its way the moment his left hand slipped from Lacy’s shoulder. Before that right hook hit flesh, Jones was turning a right hook of his own to Lacy’s head, followed by a left hook, another right and another left.
His right glove rested on Lacy’s left shoulder. Jones lifted his head and turned it to the right. [details]
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