The Golden Boy-USADA relationship grows ever fishier: no testing for Broner-DeMarco


Maxboxing’s Gabriel Montoya investigates the bizarre situation whereby USADA testing was scheduled for the 3 weeks leading into the Broner-DeMarco fight, but, to the bewilderment of those involved, inexplicably never carried out.


Montoya simply asks why?!

Ever wonder how to get comp’d (i.e. free) tickets for boxing?


In addition to the lucky bastards this article from Maxboxing’s Steve Kim identifies as the beneficiaries of free tickets at major fights, I’ve heard of radio station giveaways, hotels emailing prior customers offering them room and free ticket deals for upcoming fights, and people even employed to walk the streets handing out free tickets on the day of a fight.


So I guess my advice to an average punter that just happens to be in the area would be to keep your ear to the ground: you might get lucky and find yourself with a few hundred dollars worth of boxing entertainment for free.



November 28th’s Random rants

* Why the hell is it that every heavyweight fight that’s halfway interesting gets cancelled? Mike Perez v Ruslan Chagaev is cancelled, and instead we get to see Chagaev take on the terrible Yakup Saglam.

Tyson Fury v Denis Boytsov is another fight that fell by the wayside. I’m getting sick and tired of this crap.


* Why is everyone so down on Pacquiao-Marquez 4 and so eager to see Pacquiao-Rios?!?

I know that I’m delighted to see the 4th chapter in one of the greatest rivalries in modern boxing. I’m excited to see Marquez try to decisively beat Pacquiao, and vice versa. (Marquez truly deserves another Pacquiao fight after, in my opinion, being robbed in the last two). After all, each of their three encounters have been thrilling in various ways.

I’m not interested, however, in seeing Brandon Rios get his ass kicked by Pacquiao.

Rios lost 11 of 12 rounds at Lightweight v the little known Richard Abril, and I’m meant to think that following that up by struggling to win v a lower half of the top ten Light Welterweight Mike Alvarado is good enough to merit another jump to Welterweight to take on Pacquiao.

This will be like a worse version of the Pacquiao-Margarito beatdown.

It’s also worth noting that Rios has never actually won a legitimate world title…the WBA trinket he used to hold at Lightweight was of the spurious “regular” variety.


* On the other hand, Robert Guerrero has earned a Floyd Mayweather fight with his impressive win over Andre Berto at the weekend. Fair play to him.

There’ll always be only one Ricky Hatton

On Saturday night in Manchester, Ricky Hatton’s cathartic return to the ring after a 3 and a half year layoff punctuated by battles with drugs, alcohol and severe depression ended in disaster at the hands of recent world titlist Vyacheslav Senchenko. Dreams of a redemptive world title rematch with Paulie Malignaggi vanished into thin air as a single left hook landed to the body.

Returning at the welterweight limit of 147lbs (rather than his beloved light welterweight division), Hatton looked sluggish and plodding from the off. With 20,000 fans creating a raucous atmosphere and chanting “There’s only one Ricky Hatton”, he managed to win the early rounds on pressure and work rate, as Senchenko, who was coming in off his only defeat (a one-sided shellacking at the hands of the aforementioned Malignaggi), struggled to find his range. But midway through, Senchenko got his jab going and Hatton’s lack of timing became increasingly apparent, his wild hooks missing by miles, and, as Hatton remarked, practically causing the punters in the back row to duck.

Through round eight, though the official cards had Hatton ahead by margins of 3, 1 and 1, Senchenko was in complete control. In the ninth, a crushing left hook to the liver handed Hatton the third defeat of his career and his first in the U.K. His face contorted into a pained grimace, Hatton tried to get up, but failed, and Senchenko, surprisingly the older man by a year at 35, had the biggest win of his life.

This was literally one of the most emotional fights I’ve ever seen, and one of the most emotional post-fight interviews imaginable as a tearful Hatton said, as much to convince himself as his fans, “I’m not a failure”.

A year ago, Hatton was a man on the verge of suicide, a shell of a man lying in a disconsolate heap on the couch, his partner, Jennifer, having to literally take the knife from his wrists. He felt he had disgraced his family by hitting the front pages of the tabloid press in a cocaine scandal, and his weight ballooned to over 200 lbs. The dream of coming back to win a world title was the saving grace in his life. It was what was going to rid him of his demons and prove to himself and his children that he wasn’t a failure in life.

One can only hope now that the journey itself, back to boxing and back to the straight and narrow, while it ended in a horrible defeat, will be enough to quell those personal demons and let him move on with his life. He can walk away with his head held high for all that he has achieved and all that he has meant to his fans.


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