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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - So, to all those insistent Antonio Margarito fans out there… how y’all feeling today?
Headaches gone away? Vision still a little blurry? Able to eat any solid food yet?
I’ll type slowly, in case you’re still a little woozy from Saturday night.
And if you get the sense that I’m feeling no sympathy, you’re right.
Bet you’re looking back between the Tylenols to the glory days when your man was blowing out the grimy underbelly of the welterweight division, prompting the breathless to sing his praises as the pedestrian WBO title defenses – Lujan, Cintron, Gomez, Clottey – piled up like cord wood.
I remember it reached a noisy crescendo the night he bludgeoned Miguel Cotto into surrender in 2008, and I can still recall sitting in my in-laws’ house in Tennessee – listening to the broadcast crew infer that somehow this was the guy striking fear into the heart of a then-sabbaticaled Floyd Mayweather Jr.
We all know I’m a Floyd guy. And I make no apologies for it.
But even the objective journalist type in me that night was thinking: “This dude? Really?”
I’ll bet it feels like about a thousand years ago now, huh?
A subsequent match with Shane Mosley looked like a win-win cakewalk six months after Cotto, designed to give gruff but lovable “Tony” a chance to spike the resume with a big name whose last significant win in the division was by then already more than eight years past tense.
But a funny thing [Click Here To Read More]
Headaches gone away? Vision still a little blurry? Able to eat any solid food yet?
I’ll type slowly, in case you’re still a little woozy from Saturday night.
And if you get the sense that I’m feeling no sympathy, you’re right.
Bet you’re looking back between the Tylenols to the glory days when your man was blowing out the grimy underbelly of the welterweight division, prompting the breathless to sing his praises as the pedestrian WBO title defenses – Lujan, Cintron, Gomez, Clottey – piled up like cord wood.
I remember it reached a noisy crescendo the night he bludgeoned Miguel Cotto into surrender in 2008, and I can still recall sitting in my in-laws’ house in Tennessee – listening to the broadcast crew infer that somehow this was the guy striking fear into the heart of a then-sabbaticaled Floyd Mayweather Jr.
We all know I’m a Floyd guy. And I make no apologies for it.
But even the objective journalist type in me that night was thinking: “This dude? Really?”
I’ll bet it feels like about a thousand years ago now, huh?
A subsequent match with Shane Mosley looked like a win-win cakewalk six months after Cotto, designed to give gruff but lovable “Tony” a chance to spike the resume with a big name whose last significant win in the division was by then already more than eight years past tense.
But a funny thing [Click Here To Read More]
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