Friday, November 27, 2009

Roger Mayweather...the Fighter

I’ve watched a lot of fighters in my lifetime and some have managed to leave a lasting impression on me. Roger "the Back Mamba" Mayweather (current trainer of Floyd Mayweather Jr.) was one of those fighters. He burst on to the scene in the early 1980's as a lightweight. With only 15 fights (15-0) he managed to capture a world title at super featherweight in '83. Roger never became a major network attraction and as a fighter he didn't become a household name. As a young fight fan, I recognized and admired his fighting style before a learned his name. Before he won a world title I remember watching one of his fights on CBS. The television networks, ABC, CBS, and NBC would broadcast some of the greatest matches in boxing back in the day. He had some of the heaviest hands in the game. He definitely had knockout power. Roger Mayweather was an imposing figure at 135lbs. He had very broad shoulders and long muscular arms. It was as though his knuckles would drag the ground when he walked. His upper body was such a spectacle it made his legs look thin. When he put his legs together he look like a church fan. I became a Roger Mayweather fan for one reason, because he brought the RUCKUS!!! No matter what the situation was or what was at stake, he fought like hell. Roger fought with no fear because he always had a puncher's chance of winning. He was just a tough guy that pounced on weak fighters.

One of his most memorable fights was against Pernell "Sweet Pea" Whitaker for the NABF lightweight title in '87. This was a nationally broadcast event in Whitaker’s hometown of Norfolk, Virginia. It was obvious that they didn’t like each other as they trash talked throughout the promotion of the fight. At the weigh-in a scuffle broke out. At the time of the fight, Pernell Whitaker was considered one of the best in the sport and Roger had a few losses but was still dangerous. The war was on. From the opening bell they let the leather fly, Sweet Pea was getting the better of the exchanges. To say they were swinging for the fences would be an understatement. They both took big shot, but Whitaker landed a bomb near the end of round one. Roger was in deep trouble. Whitaker dropped him with a barrage of punches. (Now, the funny part) When the bell rang at the end of the round Roger staggered toward the wrong corner. Whitaker's trainer Lou Duva, wanting to help his fighter, jumped into the ring and grabbed Roger by mistake. It was like Duva thought, "My fighter's black, this guy’s black, I must have the right guy". When he realized he had the wrong fighter he pushed Roger toward the correct corner. Remember that this was only the first round. For eleven more rounds they went toe to toe. Roger put Whitaker down in the ninth round. This fight was Whitaker’s first true test of his ability and his measure as a rising star. Roger, in essence, was the gatekeeper to the "next level" for Whitaker. The fight ended as a unanimous decision for Pernell Whitaker. It was one of the best fights I’ve ever seen and if you have an opportunity look it up on YOUTUBE

Roger Mayweather’s career spanned 18 years, retiring in 1999 at age 38. He had a total of 72 fights with 13 losses. He is a two-time world champion with a 3 year title reign as WBC light welterweight champion. For those who remember the reign of the Black Mamba, we only have to Google his name to reminisce. He had crowd pleasing style and currently trains the best fighter on the planet, his nephew Floyd Mayweaather Jr. That’s not too shabby. Much respect.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Is Andre Ward the Next Boxing Breakout Star?






We all know that Floyd "Money" Mayweather Jr. sits atop the boxing world. Not to say that Manny " Pacman" Pacquiao isn't a true phenomenon, but Floyd is the prototype. Mayweather is the current record holder of Pay-Per-View buys in a single fight (vs Oscar DeLa Hoya) at 2.45 millions buys. His inevitable fight with Pacquiao will propel him to Obama status in the boxing world. Although he is a boxing superstar, he is getting older and the young lions are knocking at his door. The proverbial questions is... Who is the next boxing superstar.


Enter Andre Ward...


If I had to make that decision today, I would have to present you with Andre Ward, super-middleweight standout. He's young (25yrs.), black, has a hip hop star swagger, and has some of the fastest hands in the business. Ward is coming off an 11th round stoppage of Mikkel Kessler (the fighter who gave the great Joe Calzaghe fits in the early rounds of their fight). When the fight was officially announce, I thought, Ward "bit-off" more that he can chew. How wrong I was. Andre Ward showed superior speed and a kill-switch to finish the job. Simply, he stepped his game up. Not only did he step up his competition, he entered the toughest tournament in boxing, the Super Six World Boxing Classic.


The Super Six aka the Six Grandmasters...


The Super Six World Boxing Classic is reminiscent of the old Kung Fu movie The Seven Grandmasters (Check it out when you get the chance, it's a classic). The premise of the movie was a kung fu Grandmaster challenged 6 other Grandmasters by sending each a note that read, "Are you truly the best?". The Super Six is a modern day version of that movie. The Six Grandmasters are "King" Arthur Abrams, undefeated world middleweight champion, Jermaine Taylor, former undisputed world middleweight champion, Frank Koch, world super-middleweight champion, Mikkel Kessler, former world super-middleweight champion, Andre Dirrel, 2004 Olympian and super-middleweight contender, and our hero Andre Ward 2004 Olympic gold medalist. This tournament has a few pros and cons for Ward. If he wins, he would have positioned himself for super stardom. On the other hand, with a stacked line-up, that is the Super Six, he may be in some premature ring wars. Whatever the outcome, he will become a man amongst men.


At 168lbs. they're endless match-up possibilities from middleweight to light-heavyweight. He can have a Roy Jones Jr. type career. Can Andre Ward clean out his division? Time will tell. Stay tuned.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Guns Down...Knuckle Up. (Archive post 11/07)

Hello fight fans and welcome to another day in beautiful Buffalo, New York. Today, I sit in front of my computer amidst a snow storm. It's below freezing temperatures and high winds are tearing down trees. What's great about Buffalonians is that we can weather the storm, literally. No matter how cold it is, we still find our way to the store, the club, the bar, or a Bills game. We eat cold weather for lunch and that's something to be truly proud of.

Now the flip side...

I recently read an article in the Buffalo News reporting the homicide rate of 2007 was dramatically lower than the homicide rate of 2006. Well, you could of fooled me. In that same paper I read of several shootings, assaults, and a homicide. Most of these crimes were perpetrated by or against young people. As a child of the 70's, I can't fathom the thought of taking a life at such a young age. What's happened to our children?

NOT A DAMN THING!

Don't blame little Johnny because he blew another kid's head off. Don't blame Johnny because he can't read. As adults, we have to take responsibility for neglecting little Johnny when he needed us most... before he picked up a gun. As a child I can remember adults taking an interest in young people (other than as a predator). Over the summer you could play football, basketball, learn to play an instrument, or become a boxer. There was always someone willing to be a coach or a teacher in their spare time. Today, not so much.

Guns Down...Knuckle Up.

In high school and college, I played football (very well I may add), but in my adult life I wanted to be a boxing coach (go figure). Mainly because it was easy to get into and I love the fight game. To become a certified amateur boxing instructor is not difficult at all. Watch a few boxing matches on HBO, go to a coaching clinic, get certified, and you're good to go. Please, don't think that every Tom, Dick, and Harry are boxing coaches. The coaches that I've met in my travels are excellent at what they do, but some still slip through the cracks.

My experience as a boxing coach was better than I could have imagined. When I started my boxing club, I solicited the help of an experience coach and I played the assistant. He trained the open (experienced) fighters while I worked with the sub-novice (non-experienced). For me, it was all about the kids learning "the Sweet Science", losing weight, and having a safe haven to go to. Out of the 20 kids on the team, only 2 of them could actually fight. To be honest, I had no problem with that, but to the boxing community, I didn't get IT. Some coaches feel, if a kid can't fight, why waist time training him or her? My answer to that is... because he or she came back to the gym consistently. When you give up on a kid's ability, you give up on the kid. Remember that.

Guns Down... Knuckle Up. Saving a life one punch at a time.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Why I'm A Fight Fan



I owe a lot to my family for their guidance as I grew up from childhood. I've always been groomed not to make the same mistakes of those that came before me. I grew up the youngest of six siblings, 3 brothers, 3 sisters, and I have a lasting memory of each of them. For example, my brother Randy passed his love of the fight game down to me. He was the middle child amongst us and a true boxing fan. He would teach boxing moves, schooled me on the great fighters of the past, and we’d watch the fights on television together. The first fight we ever watched together was the re-broadcast of Ali/Frazier III "The Thrilla in Manila" back in ’75. I could listen to him talk about boxing all day if necessary. I don’t know if it was the attention he gave me or his compelling stories. Through boxing we built a strong bond that holds strong today.

My lasting memory of my brother Randy…
On June 20, 1980 I sat with him watching the local sports on TV and the story of the day was the first Sugar Ray Leonard Vs Roberto Duran mega-fight later that night. This had to be one of the biggest fights of the decade. Of course he gave me his commentary on the fight and his prediction was "Sugar goin’ whoop his ass." In defiance, Randy would put up his middle finger whenever Roberto Duran came on the screen because "Sugar Ray" was our man.

Unfortunately, Sugar Ray lost the fight to Duran and I never got my brother’s thoughts on the fight. On June 21, 1980 at 3:00am my brother was murdered. I lost my beloved brother to gun violence, I was 13 years old. Needless to say it wasn’t a good day for my family or me. Randy is directly responsible for my passion for the fight game. Randy was my teacher, my protector, and my inspiration. He’s with me at every event, every pay-per-view, and whenever I’m in the Kombat Korner.

"Anyone with a finger can pull a trigger, but NOT everybody with a fist can fight."

Randy,
R.I.P (Rest in Paradise)