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But why? If he’s medically cleared I don’t get it.
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IOC KO's Pacquiao, won't change boxing age limit
Manny Pacquiao, who retired in 2021, wanted to fight in the Paris Olympics at age 45, but the IOC won't budge on its age limit for boxing, which is 40.
'I can't make any secret of it. The two guys I would have tried to avoid were Marciano and Joe Frazier. They were such hard guys to fight. Boxing Ali was a lot different. At least he gave me moments to consider the next move. He clutched a bit and fooled around. In some respects Ali was easy to fight. But Rocky, who never threw a straight punch, could knock you bandy with any kind of punch. You never knew where they were coming from. He gave no respite, no time to consider. He just wanted to destroy. If you look again at Rocky's record none of the guys he fought were ever as good again. It was like being put through a mincing machine. If he missed a punch, and he often did, you had a good chance of copping an elbow or forearm in the face. But he never complained if you did the same. I met him twice. He brought a fellow called Tony Hughes here to fight me. We beat him and I couldn't understand why Rocky fancied Hughes might be a champion. Outside the ring he was so gentle and unassuming, an absolute Jekyll and Hyde, considering he wanted to clobber everyone without mercy when the bell sounded.'
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Paul going down.
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Never seen Paul fight.... but Tyson is 57 years old man.
The last time I saw him...he was "fading into Bolivia" after that Lennox Lewis beat down....and that was a long time ago.
That said...I'll be watching and rooting for Tyson...
He kicked the shit out of some asshole that was giving him a hard time while he was flying.
View: https://youtu.be/DoBf8AIhaM8
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Tyson sparing no expense!! I mean look at the custom made shirt!
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He won't. The Paul Brothers will never get KOed. All for money
'Once we were in Jacksonville, Florida and we were staying at a place called the Two Spot, a nightclub with a few rooms upstairs. We had adjoining rooms, for privacy, when we needed it. Among other things, we had a case of Coca-Cola. I drank it instead of water, and Joe drank more of it than I did.
One night, we were down to our last bottle. I hid it outside of my window sill for two reasons. One, to have it cold in the morning. Two, to hide it from Joe. The next morning, Joe busted into my room.
'No more Cokes?' He said, looking at the empty case. 'No more, man.' I said. 'You drank it all up last night. Your turn to buy the next case.' Just then, he noticed the Coke on my window sill. 'You're holding out on me, Robinson' he said. 'Just for that, I'll take your last one.'
As he reached out on the window sill, I leaped out of bed. 'C'mon, man,' I yelled. 'I was saving that one.' 'Saving it for me' he said, with his big laugh. 'Damn it, Joe,' I said, angry now, and I grabbed his right arm. I was trying to wrestle the bottle out of his hand. He shoved me away.
That made me angry and foolish. I threw a punch at him, a welterweight throwing a punch at the Heavyweight Champion. He blocked the punch and swatted me with his left hand. We started to wrestle, the bottle dropped to the floor and smashed.
Still squirming around, I slipped on the spilled Coke and gashed my right foot on a chunk of glass. I didn't realise I was bleeding, I though it was Coke on my foot, but Joe saw the blood. 'C'mon' he said, 'We've got to get you to the hospital.'
When I glanced at my foot, the brief bout was over. But for a few seconds, I held my own with Joe Louis. He helped me get dressed, then he picked me up like a baby and carried me downstairs to a cab. At the hospital, I hobbled into the emergency room.
'Right this way,' the nurse said, 'The Doctor will be with you in a minute.' The nurse was a doll. When Joe saw her, he forgot about me. He followed her outside, to her office, and leaned against the window, talking to her. 'Hey Joe,' I yelled, 'The blood all over my foot. What about me?'
'You be alright, Ray.' He said. 'The Doctor's on the way to stitch you up. This little lady told me so herself. Another Nurse is on the way too, because this little lady goes off duty now. And she wants me to take her home.'
'Take her home!' I roared. 'How do I get home?' 'After you get stitched up,' he said, glancing toward a corner of the room, 'You can take that cane. You'll make it, man.' And off he went, with that doll of a nurse. Laughs like that were typical.'
- Sugar Ray Robinson
One night, we were down to our last bottle. I hid it outside of my window sill for two reasons. One, to have it cold in the morning. Two, to hide it from Joe. The next morning, Joe busted into my room.
'No more Cokes?' He said, looking at the empty case. 'No more, man.' I said. 'You drank it all up last night. Your turn to buy the next case.' Just then, he noticed the Coke on my window sill. 'You're holding out on me, Robinson' he said. 'Just for that, I'll take your last one.'
As he reached out on the window sill, I leaped out of bed. 'C'mon, man,' I yelled. 'I was saving that one.' 'Saving it for me' he said, with his big laugh. 'Damn it, Joe,' I said, angry now, and I grabbed his right arm. I was trying to wrestle the bottle out of his hand. He shoved me away.
That made me angry and foolish. I threw a punch at him, a welterweight throwing a punch at the Heavyweight Champion. He blocked the punch and swatted me with his left hand. We started to wrestle, the bottle dropped to the floor and smashed.
Still squirming around, I slipped on the spilled Coke and gashed my right foot on a chunk of glass. I didn't realise I was bleeding, I though it was Coke on my foot, but Joe saw the blood. 'C'mon' he said, 'We've got to get you to the hospital.'
When I glanced at my foot, the brief bout was over. But for a few seconds, I held my own with Joe Louis. He helped me get dressed, then he picked me up like a baby and carried me downstairs to a cab. At the hospital, I hobbled into the emergency room.
'Right this way,' the nurse said, 'The Doctor will be with you in a minute.' The nurse was a doll. When Joe saw her, he forgot about me. He followed her outside, to her office, and leaned against the window, talking to her. 'Hey Joe,' I yelled, 'The blood all over my foot. What about me?'
'You be alright, Ray.' He said. 'The Doctor's on the way to stitch you up. This little lady told me so herself. Another Nurse is on the way too, because this little lady goes off duty now. And she wants me to take her home.'
'Take her home!' I roared. 'How do I get home?' 'After you get stitched up,' he said, glancing toward a corner of the room, 'You can take that cane. You'll make it, man.' And off he went, with that doll of a nurse. Laughs like that were typical.'
- Sugar Ray Robinson
'The toughest would be my fight with Sonny Liston, when I won the title in 1964.
I was young and a great admirer of Liston’s talent. He could do just about everything except dance. But outside of myself, there’s never really been a dancin’ heavyweight. Liston had a tremendous jab, could punch with either hand, was smart in the ring and as strong as any heavyweight I’d ever seen. He was ugly, too. In and out of the ring. Being a big underdog and acting crazy at the weigh-in made everybody think that I was scared half to death.
Sonny came out at the bell looking to take me apart. I moved and stuck, knowing that I was going gaining control in the second round. But the 'Bear' was always dangerous. Stalking, glaring, mean.
About the fourth round my eyes started burning. Finally, when I came back to my corner, I couldn’t see at all. I figured Liston had something on his gloves and asked Angelo to cut my gloves off. He didn’t but gave my eyes a good wash, checked Liston’s corner, talked to the referee and tried to stall for more time. The bell rang but my eyes were still burning and watering, Angelo gave me a good pat on the rear end and said 'keep moving.'
Half-blinded, only seeing a blurred hulk, coming at me, I got on my bicycle. Luckily, I had enough instinct, speed and, yes, fear, to keep from getting tagged by the chasing Liston until my eyes started to clear. I think he used up a lot chasing me and missing those big punches. He was tired and I knew I had regained control.
Like a wounded animal, with eyes swollen and cut, Sonny came out with a surge in the sixth round and connected with a good right hand but he couldn’t keep it going and I ended the round feeling like I was the new champ.
But I was still very relieved to see big Sonny remain on his stool when the bell rang for the seventh. I still respect him as one of the truly great heavyweights of all time.'
- Muhammad Ali
I was young and a great admirer of Liston’s talent. He could do just about everything except dance. But outside of myself, there’s never really been a dancin’ heavyweight. Liston had a tremendous jab, could punch with either hand, was smart in the ring and as strong as any heavyweight I’d ever seen. He was ugly, too. In and out of the ring. Being a big underdog and acting crazy at the weigh-in made everybody think that I was scared half to death.
Sonny came out at the bell looking to take me apart. I moved and stuck, knowing that I was going gaining control in the second round. But the 'Bear' was always dangerous. Stalking, glaring, mean.
About the fourth round my eyes started burning. Finally, when I came back to my corner, I couldn’t see at all. I figured Liston had something on his gloves and asked Angelo to cut my gloves off. He didn’t but gave my eyes a good wash, checked Liston’s corner, talked to the referee and tried to stall for more time. The bell rang but my eyes were still burning and watering, Angelo gave me a good pat on the rear end and said 'keep moving.'
Half-blinded, only seeing a blurred hulk, coming at me, I got on my bicycle. Luckily, I had enough instinct, speed and, yes, fear, to keep from getting tagged by the chasing Liston until my eyes started to clear. I think he used up a lot chasing me and missing those big punches. He was tired and I knew I had regained control.
Like a wounded animal, with eyes swollen and cut, Sonny came out with a surge in the sixth round and connected with a good right hand but he couldn’t keep it going and I ended the round feeling like I was the new champ.
But I was still very relieved to see big Sonny remain on his stool when the bell rang for the seventh. I still respect him as one of the truly great heavyweights of all time.'
- Muhammad Ali
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