By Lyle Fitzsimmons - The boxing crowd is a notoriously tough one to please.
Sit at a fight for a minute or two of less-than-Hagler/Hearns action and you’re likely to hear boos begin raining from the impatient rafters. Decide to give up on a fight with less than a flat-lining heart monitor and you’ll be branded a quitter or a coward by the mom’s basement keyboard set.
Or as Mikey Garcia has found since Saturday, fail to boil an already gaunt 128-pound frame down to the legal featherweight limit and have a career-defining win dismissed as both unpardonable and cheap.
For whatever reason, that’s the one that’s got me particularly irritated. [Click Here To Read More]
Sit at a fight for a minute or two of less-than-Hagler/Hearns action and you’re likely to hear boos begin raining from the impatient rafters. Decide to give up on a fight with less than a flat-lining heart monitor and you’ll be branded a quitter or a coward by the mom’s basement keyboard set.
Or as Mikey Garcia has found since Saturday, fail to boil an already gaunt 128-pound frame down to the legal featherweight limit and have a career-defining win dismissed as both unpardonable and cheap.
For whatever reason, that’s the one that’s got me particularly irritated. [Click Here To Read More]
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