Monday, November 09, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Dawson-Johnson
Hey, Dawson has the pin-hat guy in his corner! He must have hand problems -- considering his all-star clientele, whatshisname's services presumably don't come cheap.
Dawson never took his eyes off Johnson during the referee's instruction rundown.
Man, Johnson moves like a fighter half his age. It's not effective, but it looks nice.
Dawson has an ad for "Condom Depot" on the ass of his trunks. Really? No one in his entourage floated the idea that's not a message a macho young black guy may want to send out to the world?
ROUND TWO
Nice flurry near the end. Dawson's looking better in this fight. Well, more that Johnson looks like he triple in age during the first round break.
ROUND THREE
It seems that Dawson's trying to steal rounds [well, more like make sure rounds are definitely his] by pulling a Sugar Ray Leonard and flurry the crap out of Johnson at the 10-second warning, no matter if anything lands.
ROUND FOUR
Good grief, Johnson just threw two identical jabs that didn't come close to touching Dawson. The first one didn't land, why would the second?
ROUND FIVE
During the break: I see Glen Johnson or his corner quitting after Round Seven. Even his trainer agrees that he hasn't taken any of the rounds.
Well, it's woken the old man up a bit, so hurray.
ROUND SIX
Well, if Dawson succumbs to the Siren Song in his head that compels him to hop on his bicycle and backpedal after doing just enough work that he kinda sorta should win a round, this may be a longer night than I foresaw in R5.
ROUND EIGHT
I like that Lamphley and Kellerman mentioned that Dawson has talked about dropping down to super-middleweight because there are a number of big fights to be had there. Awwwwwwwkward.
Johnson looks old, even for an old boxer. But once again, Dawson is taking his test as a pass/fail. It's nice that he's not a careerist quitter like so many of his generation, but I don't see ever getting excited about a fighter who strives for good-enough-to-win.
ROUND TEN
The only time Dawson throws anything of substance is when Johnson has lumbered close enough to be hit and thrown a punch slow enough for Dawson to safely multi-counter him.
ROUND ELEVEN
Lamphley and Kellerman are trying to make a case that Dawson's the best fighter in the LW division. I would prefer that they cite him as the least-bad boxer there. Good grief, they've spent the entire round trying to sell Dawson as The Man. The crowd disagrees, guys. Holy shit, do they disagree.
FINAL ROUND
Johnson should have retired four rounds ago. He's not getting beat up, of course, but what a drag. At least there were a few flashes of an exciting boxing match that could have been. That both men spent the last ten seconds of the fight weaving and feinting at each other [?!??] is probably a good metaphor for the light heavyweights.
DECISION
Dawson, duh. It's funny how Johnson always expects to win on the cards every time. Thirteenth time's the charm?
Let's all hold hands and pray that Dawson never ever signs another contract for a fight that includes a rematch clause.
Dawson never took his eyes off Johnson during the referee's instruction rundown.
Man, Johnson moves like a fighter half his age. It's not effective, but it looks nice.
Dawson has an ad for "Condom Depot" on the ass of his trunks. Really? No one in his entourage floated the idea that's not a message a macho young black guy may want to send out to the world?
ROUND TWO
Nice flurry near the end. Dawson's looking better in this fight. Well, more that Johnson looks like he triple in age during the first round break.
ROUND THREE
It seems that Dawson's trying to steal rounds [well, more like make sure rounds are definitely his] by pulling a Sugar Ray Leonard and flurry the crap out of Johnson at the 10-second warning, no matter if anything lands.
ROUND FOUR
Good grief, Johnson just threw two identical jabs that didn't come close to touching Dawson. The first one didn't land, why would the second?
ROUND FIVE
During the break: I see Glen Johnson or his corner quitting after Round Seven. Even his trainer agrees that he hasn't taken any of the rounds.
Well, it's woken the old man up a bit, so hurray.
ROUND SIX
Well, if Dawson succumbs to the Siren Song in his head that compels him to hop on his bicycle and backpedal after doing just enough work that he kinda sorta should win a round, this may be a longer night than I foresaw in R5.
ROUND EIGHT
I like that Lamphley and Kellerman mentioned that Dawson has talked about dropping down to super-middleweight because there are a number of big fights to be had there. Awwwwwwwkward.
Johnson looks old, even for an old boxer. But once again, Dawson is taking his test as a pass/fail. It's nice that he's not a careerist quitter like so many of his generation, but I don't see ever getting excited about a fighter who strives for good-enough-to-win.
ROUND TEN
The only time Dawson throws anything of substance is when Johnson has lumbered close enough to be hit and thrown a punch slow enough for Dawson to safely multi-counter him.
ROUND ELEVEN
Lamphley and Kellerman are trying to make a case that Dawson's the best fighter in the LW division. I would prefer that they cite him as the least-bad boxer there. Good grief, they've spent the entire round trying to sell Dawson as The Man. The crowd disagrees, guys. Holy shit, do they disagree.
FINAL ROUND
Johnson should have retired four rounds ago. He's not getting beat up, of course, but what a drag. At least there were a few flashes of an exciting boxing match that could have been. That both men spent the last ten seconds of the fight weaving and feinting at each other [?!??] is probably a good metaphor for the light heavyweights.
DECISION
Dawson, duh. It's funny how Johnson always expects to win on the cards every time. Thirteenth time's the charm?
Let's all hold hands and pray that Dawson never ever signs another contract for a fight that includes a rematch clause.
Switching over to HBO: Angulo-Yorgey fight
Wow, this Yorgey guy couldn't even make eye contact during the referee's final remarks before the fight's start. That's always a bad sign.
I'm shocked that Jack Loeb [best known as Kelly Pavlik's trainer] didn't expressly ask the guy to double-up his jab. That is Lowe's strategy for, um, everything.
Near the end of Round Two: Yikes, this guy is toast. Vaya con Dios, Soup Can.
A few seconds later: Yikes, two. That was the most brutal knockout I've seen on HBO in years. Jack Lowe seems to be bellowing something about how the ref shoulda stopped the fight sooner. I guess he forgot to bring a towel to throw into the ring.
The slow-motion repeats of the final combination that Angulo landed are painful to watch. Poor Yorgey was out before the second, harder shot landed. It is nice that they're using that kind of footage in their broadcast instead of in hype for the winning fighter's next match. Pacquiao's fights are a textbook example of this; I knew he was reshuffling De La Hoya's face in their fight, but had zero sense of how devastating his punches were until I saw some hi-def slow-mo film of them in some promotional clip for the Cotto fight.
11:45 UPDATE: I appreciate that the announcing team are shitting on Dawson's track record against name but "geriatric" fighters. I'd like to think Larry Merchant's ghost is smiling over them right now. [The real Larry is passed out, drunk, face-down behind a jukebox playing a skipping 45 of some Patsy Cline song that he periodically moans and mumbles along with until the world starts spinning again.]
I'm shocked that Jack Loeb [best known as Kelly Pavlik's trainer] didn't expressly ask the guy to double-up his jab. That is Lowe's strategy for, um, everything.
Near the end of Round Two: Yikes, this guy is toast. Vaya con Dios, Soup Can.
A few seconds later: Yikes, two. That was the most brutal knockout I've seen on HBO in years. Jack Lowe seems to be bellowing something about how the ref shoulda stopped the fight sooner. I guess he forgot to bring a towel to throw into the ring.
The slow-motion repeats of the final combination that Angulo landed are painful to watch. Poor Yorgey was out before the second, harder shot landed. It is nice that they're using that kind of footage in their broadcast instead of in hype for the winning fighter's next match. Pacquiao's fights are a textbook example of this; I knew he was reshuffling De La Hoya's face in their fight, but had zero sense of how devastating his punches were until I saw some hi-def slow-mo film of them in some promotional clip for the Cotto fight.
11:45 UPDATE: I appreciate that the announcing team are shitting on Dawson's track record against name but "geriatric" fighters. I'd like to think Larry Merchant's ghost is smiling over them right now. [The real Larry is passed out, drunk, face-down behind a jukebox playing a skipping 45 of some Patsy Cline song that he periodically moans and mumbles along with until the world starts spinning again.]
Strikeforce MMA: Not rocking me like a hurricane so far
Silva-Verdune is, um, boring. Even Silva looked bored during a leg lock in the second round. The blow-by-blow announcer just called this an action-packed fight. The people booing in the crowd might disagree.
10:05PM UPDATE: So far, Jason Miller has embodied everything that keeps me from being an MMA fan. Are elaborate ring marches supposed to make the audience pray for the fighter to die in the octagon?
10:45PM UPDATE: Miller is not dead, and the fight didn't hold my interest enough for me to know if the judge's scores were bullshit or not. Him not winning the vacant title mean we'll see less of him, right? Yay.
11:06PM UPDATE: I think I see why this Fedor guy is considered so badass. He's been bleeding like a stuck pig since the first shot, fighting a bbigger, arguably stronger fighter in his home town [more or less] and yet he's never not been the most dangerous agent in the ring.
11:10PM UPDATE: No, they did not just cut to a local commercial in the middle of a round. Yes they did. Awfully nice of them to cut back to the fight before Fedor knocked Rogers out.
11:14PM UPDATE: What's the deal with the periodic audio dropouts in this telecast? Is that when somewhere swears within range of a live mic and they have to dump the feed for a few seconds?
10:05PM UPDATE: So far, Jason Miller has embodied everything that keeps me from being an MMA fan. Are elaborate ring marches supposed to make the audience pray for the fighter to die in the octagon?
10:45PM UPDATE: Miller is not dead, and the fight didn't hold my interest enough for me to know if the judge's scores were bullshit or not. Him not winning the vacant title mean we'll see less of him, right? Yay.
11:06PM UPDATE: I think I see why this Fedor guy is considered so badass. He's been bleeding like a stuck pig since the first shot, fighting a bbigger, arguably stronger fighter in his home town [more or less] and yet he's never not been the most dangerous agent in the ring.
11:10PM UPDATE: No, they did not just cut to a local commercial in the middle of a round. Yes they did. Awfully nice of them to cut back to the fight before Fedor knocked Rogers out.
11:14PM UPDATE: What's the deal with the periodic audio dropouts in this telecast? Is that when somewhere swears within range of a live mic and they have to dump the feed for a few seconds?
Saturday Night Blather, or "Why I can wait until tomorrow morning to watch HBO"
I often wonder why HBO and Showtime program live fights opposite each other as other as possible. Maybe this is lazy thinking -- absolute power corrupts absolutely -- but I assume it's HBO counter-programming Showtime as they announce their upcoming dates. It seems like the most Death-Starry thing to do.
Regardless, what can a cable station gain from splitting the limited audience for a sport that's in eclipse in the States, and then leaving anywhere from a week to a month of Fridays/Saturdays where it airs no boxing programs at all? Wouldn't it be in these companies' best interest to encourage viewers to make a habit of tuning in regularly, even if to only watch a rerun of a fight card from their massive libraries? I can understand "going dark" on nights when they're broadcasting a pay-per-view event, but the other 25-30 Saturdays a year don't need to be nights that HBO-proper shows two middle-of-the-pack Hollywood movies and the last rerun of CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM before the new episode makes it debut the following night.
This practice is especially ridiculous thinking when you know that it's not vital to catch anything on HBO the first time -- even if you don't have the cable package that includes the West Coast feeds for most of their channels, HBO itself practically trains its boxing audience to know when their shows will re-air over the following week. It's absurdly easy to avoid boxing news until you see the fight in your own sweet time. And it's been years and years, if ever, that either channel has aired something just once; at least, I can't think of anything that was literally one-off. You know that people would go apeshit complaining if they ever tried it. So, again, what do HBO/Showtime gain by counter-programing each other?
Anyway, predictions:
Angulo fails to rock the house but wins against whatever soup can he's fighting. Really, did HBO pick any contenders who lived up to the network's incessant hype this year? Of Angulo, Cristobal Arreola, Robert Guerrero, James Kirkland and Victor Ortiz, the only fighters who come off fairly well are Arreola, who fought with heart and earned an honorable loss, and Kirkland, who probably could have been something. maybe I'm still buying their hype for him, and with his all-action-what's-defense? style, he probably would have had an appropriately Tyson-length career regardless, but Kirkland lost a lot more than his liberty when he violated his probation by buying a Glock at a gun show. Could he still be a contender when he gets out of prison in two years? Sure, but that still means he lost two years of a career that would be short under the best circumstances.
Speaking of HBO hype: Chad Dawson beats Glenn Johnson, although I'd rather watch Johnson lose a dozen fights than watch Dawson win one. Johnson is somewhat limited and probably well over-the-hill, but he has presence and heart. Also, he has that John Waters-sized mustache and a head that could easily be made-up to look like Jack Kirby drew it for Atlas Comics in 1960. Who wouldn't want to watch that thing fight?
But how these fights actually turn out won't matter much to me, at least tonight; I'll be watching the Fedor Emelianenko/Brett Rogers mixed-martial-arts fight card on CBS for most of HBO's telecast. I've literally never seen Fedor fight, I've only read about him, but I think I'd rather take a chance on watching the widely-cited best fighter in MMA on "free" TV than be somewhat disappointed by HBO. I'll watch Dawson/Johnson on HBO tomorrow at 9am, HBO2 at 2pm or the West Coast feeds at Noon or 5pm. Take that, Ross Greenburg, you self-googling stinkypants! I double-dog dare you to hire me to manage the boxing department of HBO Sports! No? OK, I triple-dog dare you to hire me as a producer on the next slate of SPORTS OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY documentaries or, even better, as your gopher on the second season of LEGENDARY NIGHTS! Ha!
ps. rather than watching the new episode of Pacquiao/Cotto 24/7, I'm recording the greatest boring heavyweight title fight ever, Shannon Briggs-Sergei Liakhovich. I love Briggs, even though he's such an unfortunate athlete. Why would anyone with a case of asthma as apparently extreme as Briggs' choose sports as a profession, and boxing in particular? I'll write about Pacman and 24/7 during the inevitable four-episode marathon leading up to the PPV's start next Saturday. I rewatched the Pac-Hatton series the other day and noticed something sublimely hilarious; I may have to pull some of the video and the last minute or so of the fight for it.
pps. Moving further up the ladder of boxing-nerds who have too much money to the PPV level: I would assume that David Haye will [did?] stick and move as fast as he can around Nikolai Valuev and squeak out a win on the judges' scorecards, impressing himself and guaranteeing another round of press bullshit with the Klitschkos. I think I like Valuev -- he seems more akin to any of his heavyweight contemporaries, with padded record stats and no names to speak of on his resume -- than an outright goon show like Butterbean, to whom he's often unfairly compared.
Also, why don't boxing telecasts use floor angles for fights anymore? This is much more exciting and gives a clearer sense of the power and dramatic narrative of a boxing match than all the zip-line-camera-mounted panning shots and CGI-animated chyrons in the world.
Regardless, what can a cable station gain from splitting the limited audience for a sport that's in eclipse in the States, and then leaving anywhere from a week to a month of Fridays/Saturdays where it airs no boxing programs at all? Wouldn't it be in these companies' best interest to encourage viewers to make a habit of tuning in regularly, even if to only watch a rerun of a fight card from their massive libraries? I can understand "going dark" on nights when they're broadcasting a pay-per-view event, but the other 25-30 Saturdays a year don't need to be nights that HBO-proper shows two middle-of-the-pack Hollywood movies and the last rerun of CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM before the new episode makes it debut the following night.
This practice is especially ridiculous thinking when you know that it's not vital to catch anything on HBO the first time -- even if you don't have the cable package that includes the West Coast feeds for most of their channels, HBO itself practically trains its boxing audience to know when their shows will re-air over the following week. It's absurdly easy to avoid boxing news until you see the fight in your own sweet time. And it's been years and years, if ever, that either channel has aired something just once; at least, I can't think of anything that was literally one-off. You know that people would go apeshit complaining if they ever tried it. So, again, what do HBO/Showtime gain by counter-programing each other?
Anyway, predictions:
Angulo fails to rock the house but wins against whatever soup can he's fighting. Really, did HBO pick any contenders who lived up to the network's incessant hype this year? Of Angulo, Cristobal Arreola, Robert Guerrero, James Kirkland and Victor Ortiz, the only fighters who come off fairly well are Arreola, who fought with heart and earned an honorable loss, and Kirkland, who probably could have been something. maybe I'm still buying their hype for him, and with his all-action-what's-defense? style, he probably would have had an appropriately Tyson-length career regardless, but Kirkland lost a lot more than his liberty when he violated his probation by buying a Glock at a gun show. Could he still be a contender when he gets out of prison in two years? Sure, but that still means he lost two years of a career that would be short under the best circumstances.
Speaking of HBO hype: Chad Dawson beats Glenn Johnson, although I'd rather watch Johnson lose a dozen fights than watch Dawson win one. Johnson is somewhat limited and probably well over-the-hill, but he has presence and heart. Also, he has that John Waters-sized mustache and a head that could easily be made-up to look like Jack Kirby drew it for Atlas Comics in 1960. Who wouldn't want to watch that thing fight?
But how these fights actually turn out won't matter much to me, at least tonight; I'll be watching the Fedor Emelianenko/Brett Rogers mixed-martial-arts fight card on CBS for most of HBO's telecast. I've literally never seen Fedor fight, I've only read about him, but I think I'd rather take a chance on watching the widely-cited best fighter in MMA on "free" TV than be somewhat disappointed by HBO. I'll watch Dawson/Johnson on HBO tomorrow at 9am, HBO2 at 2pm or the West Coast feeds at Noon or 5pm. Take that, Ross Greenburg, you self-googling stinkypants! I double-dog dare you to hire me to manage the boxing department of HBO Sports! No? OK, I triple-dog dare you to hire me as a producer on the next slate of SPORTS OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY documentaries or, even better, as your gopher on the second season of LEGENDARY NIGHTS! Ha!
ps. rather than watching the new episode of Pacquiao/Cotto 24/7, I'm recording the greatest boring heavyweight title fight ever, Shannon Briggs-Sergei Liakhovich. I love Briggs, even though he's such an unfortunate athlete. Why would anyone with a case of asthma as apparently extreme as Briggs' choose sports as a profession, and boxing in particular? I'll write about Pacman and 24/7 during the inevitable four-episode marathon leading up to the PPV's start next Saturday. I rewatched the Pac-Hatton series the other day and noticed something sublimely hilarious; I may have to pull some of the video and the last minute or so of the fight for it.
pps. Moving further up the ladder of boxing-nerds who have too much money to the PPV level: I would assume that David Haye will [did?] stick and move as fast as he can around Nikolai Valuev and squeak out a win on the judges' scorecards, impressing himself and guaranteeing another round of press bullshit with the Klitschkos. I think I like Valuev -- he seems more akin to any of his heavyweight contemporaries, with padded record stats and no names to speak of on his resume -- than an outright goon show like Butterbean, to whom he's often unfairly compared.
Also, why don't boxing telecasts use floor angles for fights anymore? This is much more exciting and gives a clearer sense of the power and dramatic narrative of a boxing match than all the zip-line-camera-mounted panning shots and CGI-animated chyrons in the world.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
I don't believe that Arreola really has a Google News Alert on Himself.
At the end of my liveblog post about the Vitali Klitschko/Cris Arreola fight, I wrote:
Well, I guess there's a reason -- a profoundly irritating one -- for that: At their annual convention, the World Boxing Council [the organization whose heavyweight-title belt Vitali holds and Arreola was challenging him for] has suspended Arreola for six months for being such a pottymouth in his post-fight interview. The suspension matters about as much as the WBC is; Arreola can still fight -- in fact, he's slated to have a comeback fight on the undercard of the Paul Williams-maybe/hopefully Sergio Martinez fight on December 5th. I hope he's gone easy on the beer and junk food since the Vitali fight, and that he gets a solid opponent to fight.
What this WBC suspension ban means is that "The Nightmare" has been dropped from their heavyweight rankings and can't fight for a WBC title until the suspension term has been served. Like I said, it's about as meaningful as the Council is. Here's the bulk of the offending material:
So, this poor bastard kills himself on fairly short notice to get into a shape that's not round so that he can challenge a semi-legend for his heavyweight title -- and if he pulls off an upset against the guy he'll literally be the first Mexican-American HW Champ Ever -- he gives it his best shot in the ring, sticks to his guns even though they're not breaking Vitali down, and he gets pounded in the attempt. Then, with thousands of fans in the hall and millions watching on HBO, he drops a few F-bombs while emotionally crumbling. [FYI: The show that followed the HBO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BOXING broadcast was, I'm pretty sure, an episode of TRUE BLOOD where I saw bigger tits and heard worse language than Arreola's within 15 minutes of the above interview.] And for this, WBC President Jose Sulaiman says that "there is no way a boxer within in the scope of the organization [I lead] can be let express himself in such a vulgar way without getting a penalty."
Fair enough, but this is the same organization and President-For-Life that actively fought for Antonio Margarito to not be suspended for a year after getting caught with loaded handwraps prior to his fight with Shane Mosley last January. This one is fucked-up on multiple levels -- I can understand Bob Arum not wanting one of his B/B+ HBO fighters being benched for at least a year, but I've never quite understood what Sulaiman's dog was in that fight. You find out your org's champion "may have been" [read: "was"] been cheating and you .... argue that he shouldn't be suspended from fighting? Why?
It's not like the WBC can't find another HBO-friendly welterweight to give a championship belt to -- in fact, the WBC loves giving out belts [and collecting the attendant sanctioning fees]. They just invented a new one -- the "Diamond" Belt, for fights held at catch weights! Never mind that the weight classes are designed so that, say, a Welterweight can fight at any weight between 140 and 147 pounds and still be a Welterweight -- with only 17 weight classes [plus 18 more in the female division] and each class can have any number of belts for Champion, Interim Champion, Champion In Recess, Super Champion, I'm probably forgetting some titles they've made up -- the WBC won't let private contractual agreements between boxers about what weight within their class they agree to fight at stop it from creating a new belt to cash in. [The WBC is not alone in this obvious bullshit, but it's the poster-child crackbaby for it.]
Anyway, we can imagine that if the weapons in Margarito's wraps hadn't been noticed by Mosley's trainer, Margarito would have likely brutalized Mosley in much the same way he did all of his opponents/victims, and if Shane had wailed and cussed in his interview the way Arreola did, he would have risked a six-month suspension from the WBC's rankings and had no opportunity to fight for one of their many many, many championship belts in his particular weight class. What's fucked up about that?
I admire that Arreola isn't shy about dropping the F-bombs in his interviews. The majority of boxers I've met talk like 14-year-old boys who hope to grow up to be accident-prone sailors, but only Cristobal keeps it real.
Well, I guess there's a reason -- a profoundly irritating one -- for that: At their annual convention, the World Boxing Council [the organization whose heavyweight-title belt Vitali holds and Arreola was challenging him for] has suspended Arreola for six months for being such a pottymouth in his post-fight interview. The suspension matters about as much as the WBC is; Arreola can still fight -- in fact, he's slated to have a comeback fight on the undercard of the Paul Williams-maybe/hopefully Sergio Martinez fight on December 5th. I hope he's gone easy on the beer and junk food since the Vitali fight, and that he gets a solid opponent to fight.
What this WBC suspension ban means is that "The Nightmare" has been dropped from their heavyweight rankings and can't fight for a WBC title until the suspension term has been served. Like I said, it's about as meaningful as the Council is. Here's the bulk of the offending material:
So, this poor bastard kills himself on fairly short notice to get into a shape that's not round so that he can challenge a semi-legend for his heavyweight title -- and if he pulls off an upset against the guy he'll literally be the first Mexican-American HW Champ Ever -- he gives it his best shot in the ring, sticks to his guns even though they're not breaking Vitali down, and he gets pounded in the attempt. Then, with thousands of fans in the hall and millions watching on HBO, he drops a few F-bombs while emotionally crumbling. [FYI: The show that followed the HBO WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BOXING broadcast was, I'm pretty sure, an episode of TRUE BLOOD where I saw bigger tits and heard worse language than Arreola's within 15 minutes of the above interview.] And for this, WBC President Jose Sulaiman says that "there is no way a boxer within in the scope of the organization [I lead] can be let express himself in such a vulgar way without getting a penalty."
Fair enough, but this is the same organization and President-For-Life that actively fought for Antonio Margarito to not be suspended for a year after getting caught with loaded handwraps prior to his fight with Shane Mosley last January. This one is fucked-up on multiple levels -- I can understand Bob Arum not wanting one of his B/B+ HBO fighters being benched for at least a year, but I've never quite understood what Sulaiman's dog was in that fight. You find out your org's champion "may have been" [read: "was"] been cheating and you .... argue that he shouldn't be suspended from fighting? Why?
It's not like the WBC can't find another HBO-friendly welterweight to give a championship belt to -- in fact, the WBC loves giving out belts [and collecting the attendant sanctioning fees]. They just invented a new one -- the "Diamond" Belt, for fights held at catch weights! Never mind that the weight classes are designed so that, say, a Welterweight can fight at any weight between 140 and 147 pounds and still be a Welterweight -- with only 17 weight classes [plus 18 more in the female division] and each class can have any number of belts for Champion, Interim Champion, Champion In Recess, Super Champion, I'm probably forgetting some titles they've made up -- the WBC won't let private contractual agreements between boxers about what weight within their class they agree to fight at stop it from creating a new belt to cash in. [The WBC is not alone in this obvious bullshit, but it's the poster-child crackbaby for it.]
Anyway, we can imagine that if the weapons in Margarito's wraps hadn't been noticed by Mosley's trainer, Margarito would have likely brutalized Mosley in much the same way he did all of his opponents/victims, and if Shane had wailed and cussed in his interview the way Arreola did, he would have risked a six-month suspension from the WBC's rankings and had no opportunity to fight for one of their many many, many championship belts in his particular weight class. What's fucked up about that?
Windows on a linkpark
Highly unlikely that I'll ever need these again, but in case my 14-pound Dell MP3 player ever gives me trouble:
* Windows ME Gripes
* Windows Millennium Edition Patches & Updates Guide - HPC Facto
* Complete Windows ME Dell laptop overhaul
* Windows Me Nightmares - CNET Reviews
* Demystifying the Windows Registry: Bleeping Computer
* Windows ME Gripes
* Windows Millennium Edition Patches & Updates Guide - HPC Facto
* Complete Windows ME Dell laptop overhaul
* Windows Me Nightmares - CNET Reviews
* Demystifying the Windows Registry: Bleeping Computer
one-letter-off movie titles
The Van Who Fell To Earth
Citizen Sane
Flash Gorgon
Bedknots and Broomsticks
Flueless
Apocalypso Now
Dr. Strangelove: Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Womb
Scarf Ace
Superman IV: The Quest for Pace
The Trench Connection
Tron Man
I.C.U.
Drankenstein
Bridle of Frankenstein
Abbott & Costello Met Frankenstein,
Scream Blacula Cream
Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poutain
Citizen Sane
Flash Gorgon
Bedknots and Broomsticks
Flueless
Apocalypso Now
Dr. Strangelove: Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Womb
Scarf Ace
Superman IV: The Quest for Pace
The Trench Connection
Tron Man
I.C.U.
Drankenstein
Bridle of Frankenstein
Abbott & Costello Met Frankenstein,
Scream Blacula Cream
Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poutain
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Meta Question of the Day Year
I'm thinking about separating this blog into a half-dozen focused blogs -- one on boxing, one on movies, resuming a discreet photoblog, etc. Is having one catch-all place for your Internet crap a little too 2003? Your thoughts, please -- either here or there or milogeorge gmail com. Wherever so long as I can read it. I thank youse.
Also -- and this isn't a question per se, I'm just too cold and lazy to google it myself yet -- how difficult is it to script accordion-folder style menus for, say, the ludicrously long lists of movies and LAST ROAD HOME stuff currently in my sidebar?
Also -- and this isn't a question per se, I'm just too cold and lazy to google it myself yet -- how difficult is it to script accordion-folder style menus for, say, the ludicrously long lists of movies and LAST ROAD HOME stuff currently in my sidebar?
Tuesday morning, home sick
I'm watching JET PILOT -- if for nothing else, you have to admire Howard Hughes' clear-eyed movie-producer skills. The man knew what he liked in his movies: action over logic, state-of-the-art airplanes and cute actress with tits hung at a perpendicular angle. Really, you could build a dove-tailed shed with Janet Leigh's breasts in this movie, they're like two Carpenter's Triangles tightly wrapped in white Cashmere.
*******
A song fragment I've been crooning to the cats lately. Apologies to Billy Paul:
Me and Indiana Jones
We got a thing goin' on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
The Black Sleep of Kali-Ma
I'm quite impressed with myself that I can hit the notes the same as the dude from The Dramatics, my favorite version of the song. I don't know anything about them, but I'm pretty sure they're all over a random Best of '70s Soul cassette I picked up in Oswego NY 15 years ago and played the bejeezus out of until I got rid of my old car and went without for years. I'm pretty sure I still have the tape, which also had a great recording of Clarence Carter doing "I Got Caught Making Love To Another Man's Wife," which is still pretty impressive for a blind dude.
Never thought I'd ever say this, but: I really like this YouTube comment -- "Clarence Carter is the only song writer I know that writes songs with his pecker hanging out of his pants." Fridgewrestler, I salute you.
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A song fragment I've been crooning to the cats lately. Apologies to Billy Paul:
Me and Indiana Jones
We got a thing goin' on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
The Black Sleep of Kali-Ma
I'm quite impressed with myself that I can hit the notes the same as the dude from The Dramatics, my favorite version of the song. I don't know anything about them, but I'm pretty sure they're all over a random Best of '70s Soul cassette I picked up in Oswego NY 15 years ago and played the bejeezus out of until I got rid of my old car and went without for years. I'm pretty sure I still have the tape, which also had a great recording of Clarence Carter doing "I Got Caught Making Love To Another Man's Wife," which is still pretty impressive for a blind dude.
Never thought I'd ever say this, but: I really like this YouTube comment -- "Clarence Carter is the only song writer I know that writes songs with his pecker hanging out of his pants." Fridgewrestler, I salute you.
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