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By Thomas Gerbasi - Nearly 21 years ago, a teenager named Marco Antonio Barrera stepped through the ropes for the first time as a professional with a simple philosophy, one that had nothing to do with his middle class upbringing, the looks that earned him the nickname “The Baby Faced Assassin”, or his dreams of one day becoming a lawyer.
That would all get left at the steps leading into the ring in Mexico City, and as he told me in 2005, what happened in combat was akin to entering a different world, one where you might not be recognizable to those who knew you in your civilian life. You were now something different, more primal, and it had everything to do with the color of your passport.
“A Mexican believes that once you sign that contract, you go into that ring and leave it all there – all your anger, your pride, everything,” said Barrera. “And whether you win or lose, you can never come back and say that I should have done this, or I should have done that.” [Click Here To Read More]
That would all get left at the steps leading into the ring in Mexico City, and as he told me in 2005, what happened in combat was akin to entering a different world, one where you might not be recognizable to those who knew you in your civilian life. You were now something different, more primal, and it had everything to do with the color of your passport.
“A Mexican believes that once you sign that contract, you go into that ring and leave it all there – all your anger, your pride, everything,” said Barrera. “And whether you win or lose, you can never come back and say that I should have done this, or I should have done that.” [Click Here To Read More]
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