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Kirino Garcia – Gutter to Great

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By his own admission, Kirino Garcia was a petty thief, a street hustler, a panhandler, one of the thousands of cold-hearted lions that prowled the subterranean jungle of Ciudad Juarez, hungrily searching for strayed lambs. For him, a good day was one that ended absent the too familiar pangs of hunger or the pains of fresh wounds from an endless series of street fights. Home was a squatter’s cardboard shanty ruled violently by an alcoholic father, one that would beat him without reason or mercy.

Garcia was a seasoned warrior in a 22-year-old body etched with a roadmap of scars and grotesque tattoos when several of the border town coyotes convinced him that he could find the path to a better life in the boxing rings of the United States. For the coyotes, Mexico’s piranha of the poor, he had the potential of a human pit bull, but one they would coldly discard in the Chihuahua desert if his earning potential proved less than they demanded. Convinced that anything would be better than what he had, the hardened gang member turned his back on a future as empty as the pockets of his threadbare jeans and headed toward one of the few things he truly feared, the waters of the Rio Grande.

There are five routes between Ciudad Juarez and El Paso on the northern bank of the historic river, none of them requiring travelers to get their feet wet. There are the three main bridges connecting the city’s centers; a fourth span another seven miles to the west; and the fifth a few miles to the east. For Garcia, American law blocked all of them. Instead, shown the way by the coyotes, his first journey took him 100 miles west, through the desert that surrounds Ciudad Juarez to a narrowing of the waterway Mexicans call Rio Bravo, a crossing secluded by high sand dunes on both sides, which would become his favorite gateway into the United States.

“But I can’t swim,” he told his companions. “And I am afraid of the water.”

One of the coyotes pulled from his backpack a folded inner tube and an oversized air pump. “Blow this up,” he ordered Gomez. “You don’t have to swim; you can float across. Or are you a coward?”

Reading Garcia’s eyes, he stepped back quickly. “Never mind, I will blow it up for you,” he said. “With the tube, it will be easy, and we will watch you until you are safely across.”

After the crossing, there was another four-hour walk across the steamy Arizona desert, to a point where another group of coyotes picked him up and drove him into Tucson, where he was paid $85 to let a junior middleweight from New Jersey named Bobby Gunn hammer him for three rounds before the referee gave him the rest of the night off. “The best thing about that,” Garcia told Mike Katz, then the New York Daily News boxing writer, and me in Juarez a few years later, “was that a half-hour after the fight, I was in a diner getting something solid to eat. It was the first food I’d had in two and a half days.” Then he laughed. “The second good thing was when I returned home, I did not have to swim the river; I walked across the bridge.”

Between April 27, 1990 and January 29, 1994, Garcia fought 18 times, all but two of them after slipping across the river into Arizona or Texas. When he could, after the long trip in, he would curl up and catch a few hours of sleep in an alley. He fought when he was exhausted, and he was always exhausted. He fought when he was hungry, and he was forever hungry. Before he could eat, he had to fight. The only thing that added fat on his trips were the records of the men he fought.

“Sometimes he was so tired and so weak from hunger,” said Olvaldo Kuchle, the young Juarez boxing promoter who took over Garcia’s career after his 18th straight defeat, “he was not able to last past the first couple of minutes. He did not fall from a punch, but from hunger and exhaustion. The coyotes got their hooks into him and they did not see Kirino, they only saw the money. The coyotes are Mexican or Mexican-Americans from both sides of the river who turn these kids from Mexico’s slums into punching bags for anyone willing to pay them a few dollars. There’s no training. Nobody looks after them. Until he came with me, Kirino had never seen the inside of a gym.”

On the evening of October 10, 1990, Kuchle watched Garcia fight for the first time. It was not supposed to happen that way; Garcia and some friends had gone to the arena in Juarez to see Raul Gonzalez, a pretty fair middleweight out of Pasadena, California, with a 9-1-2 record. “I fought him four months ago,” Kirino told his friends. “He stopped me in four rounds.” That was no surprise; the Californian had stopped six of his last eight opponents. At the last minute, the Juarez promoter discovered Gonzalez’s opponent was a no-show. Desperate, the unhappy promoter jumped into the ring and asked if there was anyone in the audience willing to fight Gonzalez.

“I will,” shouted the irrepressible Garcia. “How much will you give me?”

After a purse was negotiated, the ring announcer introduced Kirino as Jesus Garcia-Lopez. Upon hearing that name, Kirino merely shrugged. This time, according to the record, Gonzalez knocked Garcia out in the second round, dropping his record to 0-4. “I promised the promoter I would fight,” Garcia told his amused friends later. “I never said how long.” Since that fight, everyone with the exception of Kirino’s immediate family has called him Jesus.

“Hey, that’s a pretty good name,” said Kirino. “Some pretty famous people have been named Jesus.”

By mid-1994, with his record standing at a dismal 0-18 and no one offering him fights, Garcia decided he had better find a different approach. He even considered training, an abysmal thought immediately discarded. While he was fighting as a professional, he still considered himself a street fighter, and street fighters treat gyms and trainers with disdain.

“All his life he ran with gangs,” said Kuchle. “He thought like a gang member. “Then there was the trouble with his father; he never went home. He was always on the street, asking people for money. He’d steal a little here, a little there. He didn’t have time to both train and steal, so he stole. He stole to survive. He didn’t have any equipment; he did not have anything but his fists. He loved to fight. When the gang from his territory would have a fight with a gang from another territory, he was the king of fighting. He’d say: ‘Hey, I am good at fighting. Why should I go to a gym?’”

But by early 1994, after his 15th loss, a six-round decision to a novice named Brian Shaw in Biloxi, Mississippi, the coyotes graduated him to 10-rounders. He fought two; he weighed 154 and 158 pounds, he was listed as 169 and 161, and both opponents were over 170. He took them both 10 rounds but lost the decisions.

“Hey, I was a Mexican named Jesus fighting gringos with names like Shaw and Parker and Carter in Mississippi. I would not have been surprised if the judges showed up wearing sheets,” said Garcia, grinning. “I’d like to fight all those guys in a back alley in Juarez.”

After the three losses in Mississippi, Garcia went to see Kuchle, who by now was the biggest promoter in Juarez. He begged for a local fight. “I’ll fight anybody; I don’t care who comes out of the other corner,” he said. “Please, I don’t want much, just a few dollars.” At first, Kuchle said no. “I have no time for fighters that do not train,” the promoter told him. “Look at your record, Jesus; it is very bad.”

When Garcia persisted, Kuchle said that if he trained a little, he would put him on his next promotion. Garcia trained, a little. On Sept. 9, 1994, he stopped a decent fighter named Norberto Bueno in six rounds. After four years of fighting as a professional, he decided that it felt good to win one.

“You see what training can do?” said Kuchle. “Now train some more, a little harder, please, and let us see how good you really can be.”

By then, Garcia was 26 and had a wife, Margarita and two sons, Kirino Jr. and Jose Carlos, and he knew Kuchle was his last chance to make a better life for his family. With money he had saved from his fights in the United States, he had purchased a small piece of land, a thin oblong slice of arid Mexican dirt, in the neighborhood where he always lived. Next he fashioned a two-room shanty framed with wood and covered by cardboard. The flimsy dwelling was scant protection against wind and rain.

“Some day I will build you a real home,” Kirino promised Margarita. Neither of them had ever known anything else.

Kuchle followed Kirino’s progress through daily reports from Felipe Delatore, whom he had assigned to train his latest tiger. The reports were always the same: Garcia had trained hard that day. “Half the time I had to kick him out of the gym,” said Delatore, laughing. “I had heard about Jesus, how he never trained. When I got him, I thought I’d have to fight to get him in the gym. Instead, I had to fight to get him out.”

As a test of Garcia’s newly discovered resolve, and of his progress, over the next seven months Kuchle sent him to Mexico City for three fights. No one in that group made it past the sixth round. “I guess you are now the best fighter with a 4-18 record in all of Mexico,” Kuchle told him jokingly. “OK, now we will make you some real money.”

Kuchle knew what he had. Garcia’s skills were limited, “but,” said the promoter, “I told him he had a hard head and nobody could hurt him, and he had a big punch. And he was a fighter, a real fighter, not some guy giving dance lessons. I knew the fans would love him.”

Fighting as a middleweight, Garcia won his next five fights, which earned him a shot at the Mexican 160-pound championship. After 12 grueling rounds against Eduardo Gutierrez, the judges ruled it was a draw. Driving himself even harder in the gym, Garcia dropped 154 pounds, his natural fighting weight. In December of 1997, he stopped former WBC welterweight champion Jorge Vaca to win the Mexican super-welterweight championship. That July, he defeated Terrence Alli to win the WBC’s international version of the title. By now, his fists were earning $10,000 to $12,000 a fight.

After the Alli victory, Kuchle called him into his office. “Jesus—,” he began.

“Why do you keep calling me Jesus? Garcia asked, grinning.

“Because that is your name,” said the bemused promoter.

Garcia’s grin widened. “No, my name is Kirino. Everybody calls me Jesus and I don’t know why.”

Actually, his proper name is Quirino Garcia-Vargas. But after Garcia spelled it out, and the proper authorities were notified, Kuchle changed the Qu to a single K because, he said, the initial K more suited a knockout fighter.

“OK,” said Garcia. “As long as people stop calling me Jesus.”

After that was settled, Kuchle told Kirino that it was time to move his family to a better home in a nicer neighborhood. “No way,” said Garcia, upset by the suggestion. It was his neighborhood. His friends lived there. He was comfortable there. Instead, he did what many of Mexico’s legions of poor do if they come into money. Replacing the cardboard with concrete, he converted the shanty into a comfortable six-room, tiled two-story home, one that he built with his hands and paid for with his fists.

By the time Mike Katz and I first met Kirinio in Juarez, and then a few days later in El Paso where he fought Roland Rangel in August of 1999, his record was 18-19-1 (remember he started 0-17), he had just made $50,000 for successfully defending his WBC International title against Eric Holland and was a rising IBA and WBA contender.

As I said, Katz was there covering the fights for The News; I was brought into El Paso (and out of retirement) by Dan Goossen to write biographical sketches of the fighters and to help with the launch of the new promotional firm, AmericaPresents.

I had known Katz since the night I tried to give him a Viking funeral, complete with a well-lit newspaper pyre, in a Las Vegas Hilton cocktail lounge in, I believe, 1979. By good chance I had started with the feet; by better chance, the flames were quickly extinguished by a flood of beer by others. OK, so we had a drink or two. Except for a period of two weeks after that when, for some reason, he kept throwing lighted matches at me, we have been close friends. For our trip across the Rio Grande to see Kirino, we hired a freelance photographer, whose name I cannot find in my old notes, who, along with taking pictures, was amenable to acting as our driver and interpreter.

I have never been comfortable with interpreters, whom I have always suspected of giving shorthand answers to my profound questions, especially when they use, say, a dozen or less words to tell you what the subject just said in a minute or two of nonstop answer. My worst experience happened in Los Angeles, when in 1977, I asked Carlos Zarate, through an interpreter, if he would feel uncomfortable fighting his best friend, Alfonso Zamora.

I listened while my interpreter, who had been provided by a local character known as Vein Head, faithfully framed, or so I thought, my question to the WBC bantamweight champion. I took note when Zarate gave me an odd look while he answered in Spanish. “Si,” said the interpreter, as he turned back to me and said: “Carlos said his mother wanted to be here but she is very sick.”

“Muchas gracias y adiós, amigo.”

The Garcia family home was in an area called Guadalajara Alta, a shantytown colonia of 1,000 dwellings, most of them made of wood and cardboard, where the acerbic brume of factory smoke and car exhaust turns the unwholesome air gray-brown. Kirino had promised his small wife, Margarita, things would be better, and one of the ways was air-conditioning, a luxury found in only four other homes in Guadalajara Alta.

“Thank God,” said Katz when we first stepped into the small living room and felt the artificial coolness. In all places possible were the trophies and mementoes of Kirino’s trips and accomplishments.

Kirino proudly introduced his family, first Margarita; then his parents (he long ago had made his peace with his father), Quirino Sr. and Maria; then his 101-year-old paternal grandfather, Jose Garcia, whom, Kuchle had told us, he adored; and finally his two sons and his daughter, the youngest of the Garcia clan, the diminutive image of her mother.

The grandfather, weathered and shrunken by the years but with a mind undiminished by time, studied the bohemianic Katz with watery but amused eyes. He said something in Spanish, bringing laughter from the others.

“What did he say?” I asked our interpreter, who was trying not to smile. When he hesitated, I repeated the question.

“Well, he said the hairy one looks like an unmade bed,” said the interpreter, with some embarrassment.

“Tell him lots of people say that,” I said, relieved that we had found an interpreter that did not try and skirt any verbal potholes.

After we said our goodbyes several hours later, our photographer drove us to a place called Black Bridge, a place Kirino had mentioned casually during our interview. We were just 40 feet off the main highway on the Juarez side, hard by an old railroad trestle that promised no passage north. To the left was a small peninsula jutting out from the far bank, but the stern presence of a no-nonsense fence in the middle declared that the southern most part belonged to Mexico. On the Mexican side of the grassy knob several youths were practicing soccer. A border patrol car was parked at the head of the tiny thumb of land, a chrome-and-steel message to the youths to keep the ball in their own court. Directly across the way, steep concrete embankments rose out the river, with the whole affair topped by a 30-foot to 40-foot steel fence. Light towers gave the place the grim look of 1940s Europe.

“This is where Kirino said he sometimes had to cross when he was in a hurry to get to a fight,” said the photographer, pointing grimly to where several bouquets of now-dead flowers lay on the ground by the near bank. “You can see why his wife said she was more afraid of him crossing the river than she was of his fighting. At least one or twice a month they will find a body in the water. Sometimes more.”

“The promised land,” Katz said, softly.

Two nights later, after being driven into central El Paso across the Stanton St. Bridge, from where he could have viewed the Black Bridge as the car passed over the historic waterway, a well-fed, well-trained, and well-rested Garcia won a majority decision over Rangle.

“I wish Kirino had started his career without losing those 17 fights,” Kuchle said, shaking his head. “That one big purse, the $50,000 he made fighting Holland, was because it was on Telemundo TV. It was the first television shot we could get him because he has such a horrible record. They see that record and they run away. They don’t know Kirino’s story. It is very frustrating.”

Since fighting Rangle, Kirino has added 19 victories to his chart, a dozen of them under the proscribed length, and he has fought on the mossy side of John Wayne’s Rio Bravo in places such as Miami, Laredo, Tucson and, twice more, El Paso without once ever having to float another inner tube. A few of his victims were less than challenging, the South of the Border variety, but the 5’10” reformed street thug scored 12-round victories over the likes of Simon Brown and Meldrick Taylor, and gave everything onetime-sensation Reid could handle before losing a tight decision. At the time, the former WBA super welterweight champion Reid was 17-1.

If you count the World Boxing Federation and the International Boxing Association, a couple of minor league members of the alphabet boxing cartels, he has twice fought for a world title. He lost by decision to then undefeated WBF 154-pound champion Steve Roberts at the Elephant & Castle Centre in London; and was a loser by decision to David Alfonso Lopez in their fight for the vacant IBF 160-pound championship.

“Both times he made a very decent payday,” said Kuchle with just a touch of pride. “By Mexican standards, he is a well-off young man. If the television people had not been so afraid of his misleading record, he would be well-off by anyone’s standard.”

Kirino is 36 now, understandably a shade battle weary, and his body has begun to complain about all those wars fought on an empty belly and no sleep, and suggests as only a body that has been the target of a thousand fists over the past three decades can suggest, that perhaps now is time to negotiate a truce with life.

Along with the 19 victories he has added since Rangle, there have been seven defeats and two draws. His last defeat, the one that spun his numbers to the current 37-26-3, came this past May in the Poliforo Juan Gabriel, a Juarez boxing citadel next to some soccer fields, was the most ignoble of all. In a fight that did not start until 2:06 Sunday morning, with the notes of Kirino’s entrance music El Rey still stirring the blood of his legions of local fans, the tattooed tiger from Guadalupe Alto was dropped by Gustavo Enriquez three times in the second round, the last by a paralyzing left hook to the liver. With 30 seconds left in the round, referee Juan Lazcano wisely signaled a ceasefire.

“I have an option for a rematch, but I will not exercise it,” said Kuchle, who signed a fighter and found a friend. “I will encourage Kirino to retire. I will tell him it is time.”

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In Boxing News: Floyd Mayweather An All-Time Great, Valuev & More

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A Shot of Boxing on the Last Day of the Year

The Guardian reports that talks have already taken place between Nicolay Valuev‘s co-promoters – Don King and Wilfried Sauerland – and Danny Williams‘ promoter Frank Warren for Nicolay Valuev to face Danny Williams. I’d suggest Danny Williams needs to worry about Matt Skelton (who Williams is reportedly scheduled to fight in February) before he entertains notions of facing the Beast From The East.

The Mirror in the UK looks forward to a big year in boxing for 2006. The Mirror considers what the future might bring for Joe Calzaghe, Amir Khan and Ricky Hatton, among others.

The Parksville Qualicum News has an interesting column on the travails of former Canadian Super Middleweight title holder Mark Woolnough. Woolnough’s career turned controversial – as widely reported in the Canadian press – at the beginning of this year when Woolnough and four other men were charged with manslaughter and assault after a fight outside a Parksville nightclub. The case returns to court next month. It’s an interesting read, as Woolnough is still looking to the future with hope.

Our own Marc Lichtenfeld provides plenty of food for thought with his Top Ten Wish List for boxing in the New Year. There’s plenty of good stuff here, but what really jumped out for me is Lichtenfeld’s opinion that a win over Zab Judah could have Floyd Mayweather knocking on the door of all-time great status. Seems to me this might be jumping the gun a little. Or is Marc right? Will it soon be time to call Floyd Mayweather Jr. an all-time great?

(More Boxing News Links at TheSweetScience.com)

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ShoBox Friday Night Fights

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Hot bantamweight prospect Raul “The Cobra” Martinez heads back to Chicago next Friday night as he is featured in the co-main event of SHOBOX “THE NEW GENERATION,” an action packed evening of professional boxing presented by Dominic Pesoli’s 8 Count Productions,’ HOME OF THE BEST IN CHICAGO BOXING, Kathy Duva’s Main Events Inc., along with Miller Lite and TCF Bank.

The two-time national amateur champion sporting a perfect 12-0 record with 9 knockouts, six of which have come in the first round,  will take on Colombian Andres “Andy Boy” Ledesma, 13-1 (8 KOs) in a scheduled eight round bout.

Speaking after a training session at his home gym in Georgetown, Texas, Martinez said, “I’m truly looking forward to returning to Chicago. The fans were terrific in September, they were very supportive from the start of the fight,” an internationally televised first round knockout of Miguel Martinez on September 16th at the Aragon Ballroom.

Regarding his upcoming fight with Ledesma, “The Cobra” said, “I haven’t seen him fight, although I understand he’s fought at higher weights and will be naturally bigger than me. I’ve had great training for this fight and feel very confident. I really haven’t left the gym in months, just taking off Sunday’s and even then I get my running in. My thinking is that fights are won in the gym and complete preparation is the key.”

When asked about his being mentioned by Dan Rafael, ESPN’s boxing writer as one of the top prospect’s in the boxing world the 23-year-old San Antonio native said, ‘It’s a great compliment, but I still have much work to do. I want to be a champion for Main Events like Fernando Vargas and Arturo Gatti. But like Fernando said while he was in town, ‘be patient, work hard and your time will come.’”

Finishing the conversation, Martinez said, “I’m looking forward to starting out this year with a bang. I might have a couple less fights than the seven I had in 2005, but I’m looking to stepping up the competition, move up to ten-rounders and climb in the rankings.”

Headlining the evening is a ten-round welterweight showdown between boxing’s hottest prospect, unbeaten Joel Julio of Monteria, Columbia, and Ugandan native Roberto “The Doctor” Kamya. Julio, turning 21 years old the day before the fight, is 25-0 with 22 knockouts, twelve of which have come in the first two rounds. Kamya, now fighting out of West Palm Beach, Florida is 15-5 with four knockouts.

Tickets, starting at $30, are on sale in advance by calling 312-226-5800. Cicero Stadium is located at 1909 S. Laramie, at the corner of 19th and Laramie, just ten minutes south of the Eisenhower Expressway and ten minutes north of the Stevenson Expressway. Doors for this evening will open at 6pm with the first bell at 7pm.

The full bout lineup for the evening is:

Joel Julio vs. Roberto Kamya, ten rounds, welterweights

Raul Martinez vs. Andres Ledesma, eight rounds, bantamweights

Miguel Hernandez vs. Butch Hajicek, eight rounds, middleweights

David Pareja vs. Derek Andrews, eight rounds, light heavyweights

Mike Gonzales vs. Tony Kinney, four rounds, lightweights

Omar Reyes vs. Luis Navarro, five rounds, featherweights

Reynaldo Reyes vs. Ricardo Swift, four rounds, middleweights

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Pick ‘Em: Plenty of Big Upcoming Fights in ’06

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Here’s the early call on many top matches scheduled for the first half of 2006: Happy New Year!

As the new calendar dawns, there are already a considerable amount of premium bouts on the horizon. Things don’t look to be bogged down by undetermined championships next year. In many cases the scheduled face-offs involve the best fighters in the division, or at least close enough for general bragging rights. If anybody else with proper qualifications signs up to force the issue, all the better.

It can be argued that some pairings could have taken place within a more optimal timeframe, or that some headliners carry distracting baggage, but there are certainly enough heavy hitters on deck. That nobody can deny.

It doesn’t matter whether one considers the proverbial glass half empty or half full; there’s still the same amount of juice in the vessel. It’s nice to know that even with a high number of cancellations, there will still be plenty of important contenders on tap.

With elite fighters in weight divisions from top to bottom on the agenda, it’s an equivalent to what fans in more mainstream sports expect in a consistent championship format.

Baseball fans can almost always count on a World Series. Some hoops fanatics say too much attention to playoffs distracts unmotivated NBA teams during their regular season. In college, they project Sweet Sixteens. Football fans know there’s always a Super Bowl ahead to raise advertising dollars and test the USA’s halftime morals.

So too, there is method in boxing’s current madness.

The midnight crystal ball hasn’t even been unveiled in Times Square and there are already a number of potential thrillers scheduled. Most feature contrasting personalities that almost guarantee going along for the ride will be worthwhile. Any subsequent drops will probably be cheered.

Don King jumps right out of the auld lang gate with a January 7th Showtime card featuring Zab Judah against Carlos Baldomir and Jean-Marc Mormeck in a cruiserweight unification against O’Neil Bell.

It will be the upset of the year, bar none, if Baldomir can tip the applecart before Judah gets to his scheduled super-showdown with Floyd Mayweather Jr. Meanwhile, Mormeck is emerging and should keep on rolling against Bell, who can expose him if he’s not for real.

The proverbial Big Bang starts with a January 21st rematch of one of the finest fights of ‘05, when Erik Morales goes against Manny Pacquaio for the second time on HBO pay per view. The fact that Morales was upset by Zahir Raheem after beating Pacquaio was no real loss in box-office luster. Artful Raheem will get a spot on the undercard and hope his patience is rewarded.

Everyone figures Morales and Pacquaio will pick up where they left off. Like the first time, the rematch is a pick’em contest. Management distractions and glove restrictions cited as Pacquaio’s previous problems won’t matter this time. The two are very evenly matched and their styles will make for another whapathon. It could come down to corners, where Freddie Roach gets the edge since Morales will have a new trainer for the first time since replacing his father after the Raheem lesson.

February features four of the game’s most enduring attractions, in a pair of crucial matchups.

First up, Showtime presents the Jose Luis Castillo – Diego Corrales tiebreaker from El Paso on Feb 4th. This is another pick ‘em pair, barring any sideshow. In boxing that disclaimer may be a stretch, since the sideshow is part of the act and the charm.

As far as action inside the strands goes, every round these guys have fought has been great. There’s no reason to think that pattern won’t continue. Regarding the result, Castillo keeps the pressure on as he did in the second fight, but he’ll walk into trouble from a more reserved Corrales. We still don’t know which coin to flip.

February also holds a better late than never affair between two perennial favorites as Shane Mosley collides with Fernando Vargas on the 25th.  This fight could lead to a winning ticket in the Golden Boy sweepstakes for a fall bonanza against Oscar De La Hoya.

Vargas has been in tougher recently, based on comparable strength of opposition stats, but he’s seen little action. What weight they enter the ring at may have a lot to do with the result. If Vargas has to struggle at the scale, Mosley might have the battle in the bag after round nine.

It’s hard to imagine Mosley getting stopped early, but Vargas doesn’t have to hurt him, he just has to knock him down three times. With natural size, he may be able to do just that, but Mosley would have to box uncharacteristically flat.

Unless Mosley decides to heed the crowd, the most likely scenario is that Shane plays it safe, picks a few shots, and stays away enough to capture a comfortable, dull decision. An unbowed Vargas maintains his fan base but not his bettors.

March both comes in and goes out as a lion.

On March 4th Joe Calzaghe welcomes Jeff Lacy to Manchester UK for what may be the biggest blowout of the headlining bunch. Calzaghe gets the chance to prove his considerable home-based reputation once and for all, but if Lacy creams him as we expect, that glossy record will be severely tarnished.

All Calzaghe has to do is make a respectable stand, but that’s no small task against the rising Lacy. A motivated Calzaghe, songs of England ringing in his ears, could pull a big surprise if he can exploit Lacy’s relatively limited technical development, but that’s a longshot indeed.

It looks like Lacy can get by on power alone. He could soon emerge as a pound-for-pound leader. Old Joe’s hometown advantage will last about two left hooks.

March 11th has the Ides of history to beware for at least one old lion, with farewell (we’ll see) fireworks featuring Roy Jones Jr. against Bernard Hopkins. Less than two years ago they were considered untouchable all time greats. Now between them they’ve lost five in a row.

This goodbye fight is contracted at light heavyweight, for what seems like an oldies night. Hopkins is the senior at age 41 to Jones’s 37, but Roy seems more the grandpa figure, last seen hanging on against Antonio Tarver. Youth, as it were here, will prevail.

This bout was signed quickly as each principal, usually sticklers for favorable contract clauses, agreed to parity in a demonstration of businessman first and fighter second. They may both expect easy marks. How much the boys have left by the time they get down to business remains to be seen. The history books will show this as a climactic career bout between Hall of Famers.

At 175 pounds, Hopkins may be in for rude awakening. Jones may have been more thoroughly outfought recently, but he was rumbling with bigger, tougher men than Jermain Taylor or Howard Eastman. Respectable as he is, Taylor still falls short of the level of Tarver, at least for now. The difference is still fifteen pounds less pop.

It will be quite a feat if Hopkins can stay in the fight, even at Jones’s advanced age. Our stars point to Jones winning in overwhelming fashion.

On March 18th, James Toney meets Hasim Rahman in another pairing of seasoned war-horses.

Toney and Rahman already had their introductions, when they brawled in Mexico during a WBC gathering to bestow Rahman’s new belt. Between formalities, Toney got married, which could bring up the old questions about carnal training.

Let’s hope when they meet in the ring, they restore some of the fire missing from the heavyweights in ‘05.  Toney might have an edge in recent form, but Rahman shows fine tuning he previously lacked. The winner might get newly “crowned’ Nicolai Valuev, an easy payday outside Germany.

Rahman could be the heavyweight that finally makes Toney look like a blown up middleweight. But anything less than a top effort will probably lead to embarrassing night for the Rock and give Toney solid claim to being the true heavyweight champ.

This might not be the most artful fight of the new season, but it could well be the most grueling, and the closest. He who’s faced the better big boys gets the nod. Advantage Rahman.

March 25 features Marco Antonio Barrera, probably the strongest overall claimant to 130 pound honors. The likely opponent is said to be always tough Jesus Chavez.

Chavez seemed rejuvenated when he met Leavander Johnson, but Johnson’s tragic death may have taken some of the steam out of thoughtful Chavez, said to have received Johnson’s family blessing to continue in Leavander’s name. That could mean a lot of inspiration. Either way, if he does meet Chavez, who hung tough with one arm against Erik Morales, Barrera won’t get any slack. The Fates say Chavez, whose wife recently served in Iraq, is a live, live underdog.

Another clash to be King of the Hill finds Floyd Mayweather Jr, arguably the game’s finest practitioner, bumping heads with Zab Judah, one of very few boxers who rivals Mayweather in speed, skills, and brashness.

Their hoedown, scheduled for April 8th, is one of the top pound-for-pound pairings in recent years. Judah will need a career best performance to have a chance of victory. That’s not to say he can’t pull it off, but currently Mayweather is in a different galaxy in terms of punching power. Slow-motion replays may be the only way to follow the flying fists once these two whirlwinds unload.

Mayweather should be around a 4-1 favorite. Judah is good enough to make taking the odds an attractive proposition, since that’s probably as good of odds as one is likely to see on Floyd for a while. Mayweather will stop Judah in his tracks.

The first half of next year is set to conclude with the star power of Oscar De La Hoya, probably against noteworthy foil Ricardo Mayorga on May 6. There could be some snags before a contract is finalized, but if it comes off count on Mayorga for promotional sound bite nastiness. One of the questions is whether or not he’ll be able to get under Oscar’s skin, and it might actually be entertaining to see the classy, model perfect De La Hoya show he’s human and freak out against the Nicaraguan maniac.

Mayorga may have burnt his best bridges already. De La Hoya has not only the boxing skill to negate Mayorga’s offense, but enough power to end it early. If Mayorga rushes in and causes a cut, De La Hoya might get ruffled enough to duck into defense and Mayorga could get a decision that goes to the cards after six rounds or so. It will be wild for as long as it lasts.

Pro boxing, like many sports, had its share of problems during 2005, but there were also many positives. Most notably, as usual, was superior and inspiring action inside the strands. Unless there’s a mass freeze-up at the top, early 2006 figures to see decisive interaction among many well-known fighters.

If even fifty per cent of the aforementioned pairings come to fruition, it’s a strong likelihood the upcoming year has at least one very positive half. Arturo Gatti, Miguel Cotto, Antonio Margarito, Brian Viloria, and Shannon Briggs, to name a few, are also on deck. No matter how you chose to look at or measure mass qualities, there’s still just as much good to be seen.

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