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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - Musings compiled while trying to cobble together coherence after a 40-round TV marathon:
First off, I think we can all agree.
After what looked in the run-up to be an unmitigated disaster – complete with failed drug tests, failed weigh-ins and failed ticket sales – the suits at Golden Boy Promotions deserve kudos for a four-fight premium cable combination that was big on drama, big on action and big on violence… and equally big on whetting appetites for the next course.
The Quillin-N’Dam match was a rousing success and perhaps worthy of a return. The Malignaggi-Cano match pushed the boundaries of judging acumen and ensured both principals will get additional spotlights, both foreign and domestic. The Garcia-Morales match made its winner a party to the “Fighter of the Year” discussion and rightfully convinced its loser that his title-chasing days were done.
Heck, even the Alexander-Bradley snoozer provided a service by ridding the championship level of a dubiously qualified one-hit pretender, while reintroducing a guy with sufficient two-division street cred to make legitimate matchups with the other tough-guy elites in the neighborhood.
And by the time it was all over… did anyone still care about weights and drug tests?
Me neither. [Click Here To Read More]
First off, I think we can all agree.
After what looked in the run-up to be an unmitigated disaster – complete with failed drug tests, failed weigh-ins and failed ticket sales – the suits at Golden Boy Promotions deserve kudos for a four-fight premium cable combination that was big on drama, big on action and big on violence… and equally big on whetting appetites for the next course.
The Quillin-N’Dam match was a rousing success and perhaps worthy of a return. The Malignaggi-Cano match pushed the boundaries of judging acumen and ensured both principals will get additional spotlights, both foreign and domestic. The Garcia-Morales match made its winner a party to the “Fighter of the Year” discussion and rightfully convinced its loser that his title-chasing days were done.
Heck, even the Alexander-Bradley snoozer provided a service by ridding the championship level of a dubiously qualified one-hit pretender, while reintroducing a guy with sufficient two-division street cred to make legitimate matchups with the other tough-guy elites in the neighborhood.
And by the time it was all over… did anyone still care about weights and drug tests?
Me neither. [Click Here To Read More]
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