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A Heavy Snooze
by Randy Gordon
Hereís a recap and a capsule summary of the bout: Nothing happened.
At least there was some good news coming out of the Lewis-Tua love-in. Members of the anti-boxing group, the American Medical Association (AMA), who are constantly calling for the banning of boxing, were watching the fight, er, contest. They sent a report back to headquarters saying they saw nothing brutal about the sport and have ended their decades-old effort to have the sport banned.
There is no question Lennox Lewis is real good. Not great. Just real good. But heís real good in comparison to the rest of a paltry lot of pachyderms. Do you remember the division ever being this bad? I donít. Lewis is in the right place and the right division at the right time.
I really donít remember the last heavyweight title fight that was so boring, so dishwater dull, so lackluster, so devoid of action. Go back. Not even Muhammad Aliís 15-round snoozefest against Jimmy Young over a quarter-century ago was this dull. And for those of you to whom that fight is only a "W 15" on Aliís record, believe me it was a stinker.
Instead of living up to his reputation as being a
After the fight, the Tua camp said they didnít want to
make excuses. That one sentence was the lead-in to the excuse they
didnít want to make. He had a two-month old rib injury, said promoter Dan
Goossen, once the believable voice amidst a group of lying weasels. So,
Goossen knew about the injury, huh? He knew he was leading an injured
fighter to his certain doom, to an unquestionable loss. Goossen was
promoting damaged goods. Instead of postponing the fight, Goossen went
ahead with it, anyway. Hmm. I thought we were going to be getting
two fighters at 100%, not one guy at 100% and the
Who is Lewis going to fight next? Gee. I can hardly wait. Next time, I am going to invite every person I know who bought the fight over to my house. That way, there will be only one fee paid and hundreds of us can watch the fight. It would be like going into an all-you-can-eat restaurant with a hundred of your most ravenous friends, capable of eating a person out of house and home. Sure. Fifty dollars for about a hundred people, each of whom would normally be shelling out $50, would be about worth it.
Lewis may be headed towards a place in boxing history, but I canít believe that place is greatness. I donít believe greatness is achieved by merely getting the job done. Thatís what he does. He fights just enough to get the job done, against a group of guys who would never have been found anywhere near the top 10 of the division 10 years ago. Twenty years ago. Thirty years ago. But today, this is what the heavyweight division has become. Francois Botha. Shannon Briggs. David Tua. Andrew Golota. John Ruiz. Larry Donald. At best, they are a second-rate group of heavyweights.
Now, talk is of Lewis against Mike Tyson. Ooh.
Trust me. Tyson will fall harder against Lewis than he fell against Buster Douglas. Or Evander Holyfield, who, by the way, should really say goodnight.
The heavyweight divisionís future is as bleak as at any time in history.
Bring on the little guys.
Oh, how I look forward to seeing Felix Trinidad-Fernando