By Lyle Fitzsimmons - I’m not actually sure how to describe it.
Maybe I’m selfish. Maybe I don’t like old people. Or maybe I’m biased against aliens.
But regardless of how it’s minced, parsed and dissected, one thing remains crystal clear.
I don’t want Bernard Hopkins to retire.
Oh sure, I’m well aware of what happened to him on Saturday night in Atlantic City.
How he walked into a room in which he’d pulled of some of the greatest and unlikeliest rabbits out of his hat by turning unbeatable guys named Pavlik and Tarver into harmless stage props; only this time he found himself on the deck in the first three minutes and fencing to survive for the final 33.
All those folks who never could quite wrap their minds around the idea that a guy could still be world-class at anything – let alone prizefighting – at age 49 are out in full force this week, smugly insisting that ol’ Bernard stayed around for one act too long and that Father Time had finally had his way with him.
Thing is, I hear them. And I understand them.
But I simply don’t agree.
Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not at all suggesting that the middle-aged Philadelphian won the fight. I’m not suggesting that he won a round of the fight. In fact, I’m hardly suggesting that he won more than a fleeting exchange or two for the duration of the fight. [Click Here To Read More]
Maybe I’m selfish. Maybe I don’t like old people. Or maybe I’m biased against aliens.
But regardless of how it’s minced, parsed and dissected, one thing remains crystal clear.
I don’t want Bernard Hopkins to retire.
Oh sure, I’m well aware of what happened to him on Saturday night in Atlantic City.
How he walked into a room in which he’d pulled of some of the greatest and unlikeliest rabbits out of his hat by turning unbeatable guys named Pavlik and Tarver into harmless stage props; only this time he found himself on the deck in the first three minutes and fencing to survive for the final 33.
All those folks who never could quite wrap their minds around the idea that a guy could still be world-class at anything – let alone prizefighting – at age 49 are out in full force this week, smugly insisting that ol’ Bernard stayed around for one act too long and that Father Time had finally had his way with him.
Thing is, I hear them. And I understand them.
But I simply don’t agree.
Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not at all suggesting that the middle-aged Philadelphian won the fight. I’m not suggesting that he won a round of the fight. In fact, I’m hardly suggesting that he won more than a fleeting exchange or two for the duration of the fight. [Click Here To Read More]
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