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So It’s Come to This: Holyfield Again Heavyweight Champion (seriously)

Okay, so I log on to SI.com tonight and see this:
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Damn, that’s Evan Fields. . .aka Evander Holyfield, rocking what appears to be a genuine, authentic Heavyweight Title Belt. In this jumbled world of meaningless acronyms, the WBF may as well be WestBumFuk. . .but that said I wondered why they’d put a rehashed story on the front page – did he die? Was he caught with yet another child out of wedlock?

No, friends, Evander Holyfield – at 47 years old, and half the fighter George Foreman is, probably even today – is ONCE AGAIN THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD.

Allow me to repeat that – EVANDER HOLYFIELD, the chiseled body, the slurred speech, the steroid allegations, the Real Deal, the Snoop Dogg aggrandized, the partial ear, the Olympic pariah, not-even-a-great-heavyweight-in-his-prime is ONCE AGAIN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. . .AT 47 YEARS OF AGE.

Stunning. Even for boxing – and we know the state of boxing is horrendous – this is eminently laughable. Luckily, recent years have produced a spate of good bouts (Pacquiao-Cotto, Ward-Kessler,  Abraham-Taylor) but as a newsflash to nobody – the Heavyweight Division is garbage.

One last thing. . .Holyfield won the title versus none other than Frans Botha. Name sound familiar? It should – he was stopped in the fifth round by Mike Tyson in 1999. The White Buffalo. The 42-year old White Buffalo. That fight versus Rusting Iron Mike was 11 years ago, and since then, Botha has won exactly FOUR out of FIFTEEN fights. . .as a KICKBOXER.
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Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Heavyweight Division. Sad, isn’t it? Hopefully Tim Keown is prescient. His amazing feature in the December issue of ESPN the Mag uncovered Kris Lawrence of talent/athelete hotbed Miami, who had the truly wonderful idea of turning Division I athletes that do not sign professionally into premier boxers. The talent drain on the Heavyweight Division from basketball & football has left the heavyweight division churning out absolutely pitiful byproducts of human waste and marketing them as big fights. We need the talent to come back, and hopefully ex-Hurricanes Carlton Baker and Quadtrine Hill can lead the first wave of post-collegiate talent into the boxing ring and reinvigorate the heavyweight division.

If a Heavyweight Falls in Germany and no Americans are Around to Cheer it. . .

Did anybody know there’s a Heavyweight Title Fight tonight?  I didn’t, until I caught the agate type in today’s L.A. Times.  Sure enough, “Fast” Eddie Chambers vs. the formidable (if not a bit sluggish) Ukranian Wladimir Klitschko.

In fact, a google search of “Klitchscko Chambers” warrants nothing more than a few linkouts, random blogs (hello!) and Klitschko.com’s update. . .from July, 2009.

I know that boxing’s heavyweight division is in shambles – thank you, NFL, for stealing all the talent of the last two generations – but seriously, not ONE major market newspaper is covering the fight? BadLeftHook does as good of a preview as you’re going to find, but seriously – is it so dire that HBO won’t even pick up the fight? Well, at least the logic is sound according to Robert Morales at the L.A. Daily News, who says Kevin Flaherty, an HBO spokesman, said the network didn’t pick up the fight because “March 20 is wall-to-wall March Madness on CBS and a live fight in the afternoon – from Germany – would have been a formidable challenge breaking through.”

And yeah, you CAN find the fight if you look hard enough, but you’ll need a pretty strong broadband to support it, it’s ONLY available on Klitschko.com for $14.95.

Bytheway, here’s a quick shot of “Fast” Eddie + Wladimir:

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Mike Tyson vs. Buster Douglas: 20 Years Later

“Iron” Mike Tyson is one of two truly transcendental athletes that I can remember seeing live (Bo Jackson being the other).

My dad, Stewart “The Count” Lovett, was a boxing manager – with his brother, Art, as the trainer – in the 1980’s, aka Boxing’s Golden Era.  Fighters like Roberto “Manos de Piedra” Duran, “Sugar” Ray Leonard, “Marvelous” Marvin Hagler, Thomas “Hit Man” Hearns and Aaron Pryor were exciting, dominating performers that lit up the squared circle with an energy & atmosphere that modern-day boxing (or the MMA) could only dream about.

Of course, at the apex of it all was Mike Tyson.  From Kid Dynamite to Iron Mike, the man was  a pugilistic poet, creating stanzas with his phenomenal speed and power.  My peers and I would gather in my Dad’s living room for every Tyson fight, anticipating a demonstrative beatdown, and we usually received exactly that. . .on the night of February 11th, 1990, however – it was not meant to be. . .and from there, the Tyson Dynasty crumbled.

The defeat/knockout by Buster Douglas must be the greatest sports upset of my lifetime, and an excellent story by Richard O’Brien in SI.com appears in full below. O’Brien summarizes the narrative perfectly. Wow.

Douglas’ knockout of Tyson still resonates 20 years later

Before considering what happened on Feb. 11, 1990, in Tokyo — that moment summed up so memorably, and yet so inadequately, by Sugar Ray Leonard on HBO as “Unbelievable!” — cast your mind back to Atlantic City less than seven months earlier.

On the night of July 21, 1989, in Convention Hall, 23-year-old undefeated heavyweight champion Mike Tyson defended his title (his unified title, mind you) against Carl “The Truth” Williams. Tyson, who had become the youngest heavyweight champ in history when he KO’d Trevor Berbick in November 1986, was 36-0 (with 32 knockouts) and making his eighth appearance in a title fight. He took all of 93 seconds to dispose of Williams, dropping him hard with a single left hook. Though Williams would complain that the fight was stopped too soon (“It wasn’t like I was disbobulated,” he told the assembled press afterward), the truth was that The Truth was toast — and that Tyson appeared to be on an unstoppable tear. “The Beatings Go On” was the headline on Pat Putnam’s story in Sports Illustrated. And everyone, from the two hair-raising Donalds at ringside (Trump and King), to boxing writers, to the millions of fans who in those days actually cared about boxing, assumed they would continue to do so.

Meanwhile, on the undercard that night, 29-year-old James “Buster” Douglas earned a 10-round decision over Oliver McCall. There had been a time when Buster was viewed as a comer. The year before, on the Tyson-Michael Spinks card, he’d looked sharp in stopping Mike Williams in seven (dropping Williams at one point with a jab), and coming into the McCall fight Douglas was being mentioned as a possible challenger for Tyson. But, in what was something of a pattern for Buster, he seemed to torpedo his own cause; he beat McCall, but was lackluster at best. Commenting on the fight for HBO, Jim Lampley observed, “Douglas is a plodding fighter who has difficulty looking spectacular.” (Remember those words.) I know that I sat at ringside and thought, “Well, we won’t have to watch Buster Douglas again after this.”

Indeed, promoter Don King, who had wrested control over Tyson’s career from the fighter’s longtime manager, Bill Cayton, quickly moved on from Douglas. Other possible opponents were mentioned — Michael Dokes, Italy’s Francesco Damiani — but the real focus was on a showdown with undefeated former cruiserweight champion Evander Holyfield sometime in 1990. That bout, all concerned agreed, would make real money. Who Tyson ground up in the meantime was of little consequence.

Besides, there was just so much wildly entertaining, People magazine-worthy stuff going on in Tyson’s life. There were the contract battles between King and Cayton and the marital battles between Tyson and actress-wife Robin Givens (Tyson would file for divorce in October of that year). There was even Tyson’s burgeoning academic career. (He had recently been awarded an Honorary Doctorate in Humane Letters from Central State University in Ohio — a fact I mention only so that I can cite his speech at the commencement ceremony, in which Tyson said he wasn’t sure what sort of doctor the degree made him but that looking out at “all the fine sisters in the audience,” he hoped it was a gynecologist. Clearly, this was a man with issues.) By the time everything was settled and Douglas, by process of elimination (read: willingness to accept less money), was installed as the next opponent, the focus was less on inside the ring than out.

Which, of course, through hindsight, helps explain why Douglas’ 10th-round knockout of the 42-1 favorite Tyson in the Tokyo Dome on Feb. 11, 1990, was anything but “unbelievable,” no matter what Leonard proclaimed and most observers felt. Indeed, hindsight has helped turn the Tyson-Douglas fight into the urtext of the inevitable upset: Mike was distracted; he wasn’t motivated; he was looking past Douglas; he had abandoned his original trainer, Kevin Rooney, and was no longer doing the things that had made him invincible; he was working with an inexperienced corner; Douglas, meanwhile, was fighting over his head, inspired by the death of his mother, Lula Pearl, 23 days before the fight.

Knowing all that, it is almost impossible to watch the fight fresh today. The original feeling at the opening bell — that it was just a matter of time (Ninety-one seconds? Ninety-three?) before Iron Mike finished this guy off — has been replaced by the knowledge that in less than 10 rounds Tyson is going to be crawling around on the canvas groping blindly for his mouthpiece. As a result, Tyson looks somehow reduced from the start, short and comically stumpy. However, if you can look at it with fresh eyes (and, thanks to ESPN Classic and YouTube, you have infinite opportunities), you will see a hell of a fight.

The 6-foot-3½ Douglas, fighting at a for-him-trim 231½ pounds, was anything but plodding. And Tyson, though a touch heavy at 220½ and showing less movement than once did, was still a formidable force. The early rounds feature a lot of action and some real back-and-forth exchanges. Douglas, fighting tall and moving Tyson back with that thudding jab, shows the blueprint for how to beat a fighter who until then everyone assumed was unbeatable. By the fifth round, it was becoming clear that Tyson was taking some real punishment. Yet at the time, almost everyone watching — listen to the announcers — assumed it was still only a matter of time before Tyson turned the tide with some huge punch. The truly amazing thing, looking back now, is that he almost did.

In the eighth round, Tyson, battered and tiring, landed a huge right uppercut that dropped Douglas to the canvas. It was the signature moment of the bout for me, one that defied the accepted wisdom about both men — that the bully Tyson, once backed down, would give up and quit trying to win; and that Douglas, though capable of excellence, would fold when the going got tough. Tyson was never more serious or committed than he was with that uppercut. And Douglas, though clearly rocked, looked more disgusted with himself than discouraged and he beat the count and went right back to work.

Two rounds later, he finished his remarkable job with a devastating combination that put Tyson down and out and prompted Leonard’s “Unbelievable!” It may not have been that, but certainly Tyson-Douglas was surprising, revealing and thrilling. It turned boxing on its head and proved to be the dividing line in the career of the sport’s most important figure. For all those reasons, it’s worth looking back at in every detail. Believe it.
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Jose Offerman Throws Punch at Umpire

I guess making a gratuitous amount of fielding errors as a Dodger shortstop and attacking a pitcher with a bat weren’t enough for Jose Offerman’s candidacy to the Idiocy Hall of Fame, here is video of Jose throwing a punch at an umpire. He’s currently managing for Licey of the Dominican League.

The punch occurs 46 seconds into the video:

Richard O’Brien, SI.com – Top 10 Boxers of 2000’s

2000s: Top 10 Boxers
1 Manny Pacquiao

Pacquiao opened the decade as a 21-year-old ex-WBC flyweight champion who owned a 27-2 record and had fought just three times outside his native Philippines, his final pre-2000s excursion resulting in a third-round knockout loss to Medgoen Sengsurat in Thailand in 1999. Today, Pacquiao (50-3-2 with 38 KOs overall; 23-1-2 with 20 KOs this decade) owns seven world titles in seven weight classes, and is quite possibly the finest fighter in the world pound-for-pound. With an improbable combination of speed and power, he’s an electrifying presence in the ring, a relentless attacker and a master of distance who comes at opponents from surprising angles while still maintaining tremendous leverage and balance. He also fights with an urgency and a joy unseen since the young Roberto Duran. Best of all, Pacquiao, 31, may not even have peaked yet; under trainer Freddie Roach, he just keeps getting better.

2 Floyd Mayweather Jr.

The flash and hype — the nicknames Pretty Boy and Money, the press-conference posturing, the WWE playacting — can obscure the fact that Mayweather, 32, is probably the most technically proficient and complete fighter of his generation. Almost literally raised in the gym, he is also one of the hardest workers in the sport. He’s witheringly fast, a crisp puncher with either hand, almost untouchable on defense and a master tactician. Undefeated in his 18 bouts in the 2000s, Mayweather (40-0, 25 KOs overall) amassed titles in five weight classes and dismantled a number of first-rate fighters, including Diego Corrales, Jose Luis Castillo, Oscar De La Hoya and Juan Manuel Marquez. The only flaw in Floyd? He didn’t face as many of the best fighters as he might have (Shane Mosley and Miguel Cotto, among others) and thus has yet to have that career-defining showdown. That will change when he faces Pacquiao. But that’s for another decade.

3 Bernard Hopkins

Hopkins, who turned pro in 1988, was one of the best fighters of the ’90s. But he’s been even better in the 2000s. A true throwback who would have been at home with the best of any decade, B-Hop went 14-3 this decade (and a case could be made that he won at least one of his two bouts with Jermaine Taylor), capping off a record run as middleweight champion before moving up to take the light heavyweight crown. And at 44, he’s still not done. Hopkins (50-5-1, 32 KOs) may not be the most exciting performer, but he could do more in the ring than any fighter of his era: box, counterpunch, bang, break you down, rough you up and always outthink you.

4 Joe Calzaghe

Though he was undefeated and had held the WBO super middleweight title since 1997, the Pride of Wales went largely overlooked outside of, well, Wales, until 2006, when he tore apart overhyped American Jeff Lacy for the IBF belt. Suddenly, folks beyond the U.K. realized the rangy southpaw with the nonstop attack was a hell of a fighter. Calzaghe, 37, may not have been a huge puncher, but he made up for it with speed and an unreal work rate, in addition to a capacity for adapting in the ring. He tallied a 19-0 record this decade (46-0, 32 KOs overall), crowned by a narrow decision over Hopkins and, for his final victory, a first-class butt-kicking of Roy Jones Jr.

5 Shane Mosley

During the 1990s, Mosley went undefeated while establishing himself as one of the best lightweights ever. As he moved up in weight over the past 10 years, he lost a few bouts but, if anything, enhanced his status as one of the most compelling fighters of his generation. He was 13-5 with one No Contest this decade (46-5, 39 KOs overall), having defeated such stars as De La Hoya, Fernando Vargas and Antonio Margarito. A superb boxer with crackling speed of hand and foot, Sugar Shane can also punch and brawl when he wants. Now 38, Mosley closed out the decade in style with dominating knockouts of Ricardo Mayorga and Margarito.

6 Juan Manuel Marquez

Though he was overmatched in his last fight of the decade, against the naturally bigger Mayweather Jr., Dinamita, 36, had established himself as a Hall of Famer long before that. A brilliant technical boxer and a gifted counterpuncher, Marquez was 20-3-1 in the 2000s (50-5-1, 37 KOs overall) against the best competition in four weight classes (from featherweight to welterweight). He had big wins over Marco Antonio Barrera, Joel Casamayor and Juan Diaz, and he fought Pacquiao twice, coming away with a draw and a disputed loss by decision.

7 Marco Antonio Barrera

Barrera opened the decade with a narrow loss to fellow Mexican hero Erik Morales in the first bout of a spectacular trilogy that played out over three weight classes (from super bantam to junior lightweight). Barrera would go on to take the next two. The Baby-Faced Assassin, 35, a tremendously accurate puncher with a great jab and punishing body attack, went 16-5 this decade (65-7, 43 KOs overall). Even beyond his classics against Morales, Barrera deserves a medal for his encyclopedic schooling of the irritating popinjay Naseem Hamed in 2001.

8 Ronald Wright

Remember, this is a list of the best fighters of the decade, not the most exciting. So welcome, Winky! A southpaw with a hunt-and-pop jab, impeccable defensive skills and a constitutional aversion to mixing it up, Wright, 38, turning self defense into an art form and made many of the best welterweights and junior middleweights of the decade look silly. Many of the others simply refused to fight him. Wright went 12-2-1 this decade (51-5-1, 25 KOs overall), with wins over Felix Trinidad, Ike Quartey and Mosley. Granted, he had just one knockout these past 10 years, but what do you expect from a guy with the nickname Winky?

9 Pongsaklek Wonjongkam

While Wonjongkam may be the smallest man on this list, he has the biggest record. A national hero in Thailand, the 32-year-old longtime flyweight champion went 43-1-1 in the 2000s, with an overall record of 74-3-1 with 39 KOs. A slick-boxing southpaw, Wonjongkam could also produce some surprising power. Since his professional debut in 1994, he has fought exclusively in the Far East.

10 Lennox Lewis

From the smallest to the biggest. (You could fit two Pacquiaos in his trunks and still have room for half the Wonjongkam family.) Though the bulk of his career took place in the 1990s, Lewis, 34, pretty much dwarfed the heavyweight division during the 2000s. Mature, in full command of a complete arsenal of skills and supremely confident, Lewis went 6-1 with five KOs, extending his career record to 41-2-1 with 32 KOs. He avenged his only loss, a shocking upset by Hasim Rahman, with a definitive knockout in the rematch nearly five months later. In watching him destroy an admittedly faded Mike Tyson in 2004, there was no reason to think Lewis wouldn’t have done the same to a prime Iron Mike.

Pacquiao-Cotto: 1.25mm PPV Buys

Pacquiao-Cotto tops Mayweather in PPV

By Dan Rafael
ESPN.com
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Manny Pacquiao’s historic 12th-round TKO of Miguel Cotto in Las Vegas on Saturday night did big business.

The Top Rank-promoted fight generated 1.25 million buys and $70 million in domestic pay-per-view revenue, HBO announced Friday. If historical trends hold, the numbers will increase when all of the buys are officially audited.

The 1.25 million buys, the most for a boxing pay-per-view this year, came from 650,000 from cable homes and 600,000 from satellite services.

[+] EnlargeManny Pacquiao David Becker/Icon SMIManny Pacquiao’s 12th-round TKO of Miguel Cotto on Saturday generated 1.25 million buys and $70 million in domestic pay-per-view revenue.

Cotto, who is from Puerto Rico, helped drive the fight at the MGM Grand Garden Arena to an all-time record for buys on the island with 110,000 units sold.

Pacq it up, Pacq it In – Let Manny Begin

Last night, a short drive from Los Angeles up I-15, boxing continued its Renaissance.
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The sport, left for dead prior to the Mayweather-De la Hoya hype machine-turned-snoozefest, has revitalized itself in the last two years due to an increased internet presence (fans can see highlights, find fight info, follow the sport in a manner more organized than the fight game itself), the plateauing of MMA, some attractive matchups, and of course – great fighters.

Alarmists labeled De la Hoya “the last great draw,” but subsequent bouts (Mayweather-Marquez, Mayweather-Hatton, Pacq-Hatton) have shown that the boxing market robust and its consumers rabid.https://i2.wp.com/www.moonbattery.com/archives/rabid-dog.jpg

The move back into the mainstream continued at the MGM Grand due to a spectacular fight between two classic warriors (with a nod to ).

Cotto, devastatingly focused (“here take a photo/walk in serious like Miguel Cotto” 1:03 mark) walked into the ring fearless, despite being destroyed by a cheating Antonio Margarito 16 months earlier. The stronger of the two fighters – with good speed – Cotto needed to take the fight directly to Manny, and he was acting the part.
Manny walked in the ring in quite a different fashion – with Eye of the Tiger blaringhttps://i0.wp.com/whssoccer.com/Tiger%20eye.jpg and the well-constructed MGM Garden Arena featuring Pacquiao on its huge mega-screens, the six-time (six different weight classes) title holder smiled, winked and high-gloved his way into the ring, seeming eager & enthused to ‘go play.’

As La Diva of the Phillipineshttps://i0.wp.com/3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LZFBy22PXs/SuAe4L2smzI/AAAAAAAAMCQ/WbSL9LCrTcY/s400/la+diva+3.jpg sang an absolutely stunning rendition of the Phillipine National Anthem, Lupang Hinirang, it was clear that the electricty was back in Vegas, and it was back in boxing.

Michael Buffer rumbled and the crowed roared, and the two champions went at their business.
https://i1.wp.com/thepeoplesriddle.com/levels/1.pngThe first round had Cotto establishing his size; clearly the bigger, stronger fighter, he went right at Pacquiao. No real action but Cotto won the round, 10-9.
http://bahava.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/298649052_2b17d5bec9.jpgThe second round was solid with punches throughout; Pacquiao was clearly the more active fighther, landing stiff blows to Cotto – though with no real damage – and Pacq won, 10-9.
https://i1.wp.com/news-pictures.broadband-finder.co.uk/3+mobile_959_19041425_0_0_13122_300.jpgIn the third round, a solid knockdown on a quick right to Cotto’s temple at the end of a three-punch combo established the momentum as clearly on Pacq’s side. Pacquaio 10-9.
https://i2.wp.com/www.expertintherough.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/number-4.jpgRound Four was one of the best fight rounds I’ve seen in 2009. Both fighters standing and delivering bombs, with Pacq’s speed winning the beginning of the round and the end of the round, when Pacq rocked Cotto with a left uppercut, sending him careening to the canvass and ending hopes of a 10-9 round. This would also be the last round in which Cotto hurts Pacquiao, as he did have a strong ‘middle minute,’ flummoxing Manny with sharp jabs and a couple left hooks. Pacq wins, 10-8.
https://i1.wp.com/www.searchviews.com/wp-content/themes/clean-copy-full-3-column-1/images/5-questions.jpgThe Fifth Round was a recovery round for both fighters, as Cotto perhaps exposed Manny’s one weakness with a strong uppercut early in the round. That said, Pacquiao is clearly smelling blood in the water, as his attack sensors are beaming, foreshadowing his ‘kill radar’ utilized at the end of his fights. Pacquiao 10-9.
http://johnochwat.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/6.pngThe Sixth Round was the beginning of the end for Miguel. The first signs of his backpedaling strategy begin, as his left eye is bloodied, and its clear he quite literally can not see where Pacq’s punches are coming from. Pacquiao is just too good a fighter. Good round overall, Cotto’s heart is keeping him around. Pacquiao, 10-9.
https://i1.wp.com/www.tropolism.com/7.jpgRound Seven showed a faint glimmer of hope for Cotto – or maybe it was just heart – as he valiantly chased Pacquiao “through every foot of the 400-square foot ring” (Jim Lampley), but Manny’s quickness is not subsiding at all, and he continues landing every punch from every angle. Cotto’s energy level is still very high, but he just can’t hit Pacquiao with a strong blow. Pacquiao 10-9.
https://i0.wp.com/www.foto8.com/indexpic/8_white.jpgRound Eightbegins and ends with shots from the HBO PPV cameras of Miguel Cotto’s wifehttps://i1.wp.com/c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/57/s_c8360f2163a6416fa3f9d7048dacc15e.jpg & son, unable to watch Cotto getting meticulously picked apart by Pacq. An easy round for Manny, ringsiders Emmanuel Steward & Larry Merchant join with Lampley in calls for Kenny Bayless to begin watching this fight for a moment to stop the carnage. Pacquiao wins, 10-9.
https://i1.wp.com/www.battlemouth.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/9_leftjpg.jpegThe Ninth Round was yet again furious, though all in Pacq’s favor. Cotto (who actually kissed his father/trainer between rounds as if to tell him that he loves him) was more “back, back, back” than Chris Berman calling a homerun derby, bloodied more and more with each crisp, off-angle shot from Pacq. Pacquiao 10-9, though it could have been a standing 10-8.
https://i0.wp.com/static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens3531592_1238335954roman_numerals.jpgRound Ten began with Cotto’s corner telling Miguel “one more round,” and continued with a cacaphony of pleas to stop the fight from the triumvarate of Steward/Merchant/Lampley. I’d love to criticize, but they weren’t off the mark. Miguel’s amazing stamina & heart were the determining factors in Bayless’s decision to allow the fight continue, because Cotto’s wife actually left the arena with their son at this point in order to avoid watching the beating. Pacquiao wins, 10-9.
https://i0.wp.com/www.tallmikesblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/11NumberElevenInCircle.jpgThe Eleventh Round was more “Run, Miguel, Run”https://i2.wp.com/www.the-reel-mccoy.com/movies/1998/images/RunLolaRun_Run.jpg than anything boxing-oriented, and Pacquiao kept right on going at Cotto, though Miguel’s deft ducking and sliding abilities helping him avoid more damage. Pacq actually stopped chasing toward the end of the round, essentially begging Cotto to take the fight to him. Cotto opted not to, smartly. Pacquiao wins this one too, 10-9.
https://i1.wp.com/blogs.warwick.ac.uk/images/jmiles/2006/12/05/bbfc_12_2002_onward.pngThe Twelth and Final Round was simply a showcase for Cotto to prove yet again that he has unrivaled heart and dedication. Though a quick (ironically in the grand scheme, late?) stoppage from Bayless ended the match 55 seconds after the bell is struck, it is clear that Miguel Cotto belonged in the ring with this Legend, but just wasn’t as good of a fighter.

Lance Pugmire in today’s L.A. Times sums it up:
* Pugmire’s take: We’re seeing an athlete at his peak, a dominating, charismatic boxer who has speed, power and smarts. That was Pacquiao’s plan, and he carried it out brilliantly against a powerful foe, sending Cotto to the hospital. Bring on Mayweather.

YallKiltIt Summary: Boxing is Back, and I eagerly await this $60mm matchup. Floyd is Fast, but Pacquiao is Amazing. Should be a True Classic.

**Also, congratulations to Yuri Foreman, the first Israeli Boxing World Champion, who according to Kevin Baxter of the L.A. Times, “scored a shocking and one-sided decision over Puerto Rican Daniel Santos in a WBA super-welterweight title fight Saturday night on the Miguel Cotto-Manny Pacquiao undercard. https://i0.wp.com/www.thaindian.com/newsportal/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/7226be030c.jpg