Fallen Leafs
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Riddick Bowe’s just like us!
Wait, is he using Esso Supreme gas? Oh. Never mind then.
life:
Ali: The Key Fights, 1963 – 1967
Pictured: Cassius Clay (soon to rename himself Muhammad Ali) warms up in his locker room on the night of his January 24, 1963 fight against Charley Powell in Pittsburgh. Clay won on a knockout in the third round.
The Greatest.
Pacquiao-Cotto ‘AMAZING!’ (via pacquiaonews)
Fan videos are the best.
Aaaaand for those of you wondering when my boxing posts will return to their normal levels of sporadic-ness, the fight’s on Saturday.
I got out of feigning interest in boxing a long time ago. Having said that, some of the best pieces of sports literature come from the sport of boxing. As such, my respect for boxing never truly ceases because the narrative behind the sport always fascinates me. The rise and fall of many boxing athletes all have a similar sequence of events, but the undertones, the motivations, and the bonds between each boxer all take different routes.
Pacquaio and Cotto don’t fight the same style, nor do they share the same backgrounds. Without boxing, Pacquaio likely doesn’t escape poverty. He simply wasn’t allowed, as Pacquaio comes from a life destined to be destitute. Without boxing, Cotto never lives up to his family name, one that is deep with boxing heritage.
But the fundamental one on one battle that boxing boils down to is a solidarity between both these athletes that cannot be replicated elsewhere. It’s why I involve myself with any good boxing story. I just can’t find it anywhere else.
