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TSS Bumps Col. Bob Sheridan Down To Private



The knives were out, the blades were being sharpened, and I was prepared to eviscerate.

Speaking for every fan who'd plunked down $30 to watch the Evander Holyfield/Lou Savarese-headlined card that took place on Saturday evening from El Paso, Texas, I was ready to plunge 500-words-worth of lacerating critique into the bellies of the powers that be which presented this woeful undercard to the masses. And, also, save a couple hundred words for the announcers, Bob Sheridan and Dave Bontempo, who had me wishing for a duo of Carl King and Lennox Lewis to take their place.

After the headline bout proved to be more enjoyable than any pundit had predicted, my ire had diminished somewhat.


Still, even if the fortysomething sluggers turned back the clock and gave the sad addicts some bang for the buck, that doesn't excuse the sad excuse for a “co-feature” that Main Events installed and okayed for the viewers.

I chose not to take up space in more Saturday night account of the card, deciding that by and large, the undercard wouldn't prove interesting but to a tiny fraction of our readership.

So I waited until the next day, and got Main Events boss Kathy Duva on the phone to see if I could shed some light on the show, the underwhelming undercard and the somewhat grim economic realities of the sport today.

She did indeed clue me in to the hows and whys of the undercard debacle, and thankfully, seems to share our collective pain that our wallets feel at having to give so much of our discretionary income to the cable companies each month if we wish to see marquee fights.

For the record,  for those who didn't tune in, Mexican prospect Mickey Mouse Roman (22-0, 16 KOs), a credible boxer who has fashioned his undefeated mark the old fashioned way, in dingy south of our border clubs, engaged in a pleasing battle with Jose Alonso (32-12-2) on Saturday night.

Nobody could cry foul that this prospect vs. gatekeeper match was found on a pay-per-view card, as Alonso, listed at 32-years-of age, gave a courageous account of himself, though the Sonoran found himself outgunned by the 21-year-old Ciudad Juarez native. Alonso took a heap of punishment, including a handful of grimace-inducing body blows, before the referee halted the one-sided scrap in the fifth round.

One could make the argument that viewers who have committed the time and money to hand over $30 to their cable company could expect a stiffer test than Alonso for Roman, who at least proved to be active, and entertaining. (He entered the ring to the Mickey Mouse Club theme as he strode to the squared circle, and a person in a Mickey Mouse outfit hammed it up enroute).

And while in forgiving mode, let me state that another bout on the card, a heavyweight tussle between 18-1 Adam “The Swamp Donkey” Richards and 8-10-1 Billy Willis was reasonably entertaining. Both men looked like they wanted to win, obviously had a respectable amount of training and technique under their belt. Richard finally turned over an explosive left hook that dropped his foe, now 2-9-1 in his last 12 outings, to the floor with awesome speed.

Now, back into less forgiving mode…

Maybe my standards are skewed. Maybe I expect too much. Maybe I'm naïve to the economic realities involved in pulling off a PPV show. But the “co-feature,” which pitted 26-0 Texan David Rodriguez against Rick Dyer, didn't belong within spitting distance of TV, let alone being foisted upon paying customers as a semi-featured attraction.

Rodriguez, age 29, is a reasonably talented, if hugely protected prospect, who has gobbled up the usual suspects of no-hopers like a platter of Nathan's at the Coney Island dog-eating contest. Rodriguez has rolled over down-on-their-luck vets like Jeff Pegues, Stacy Goodson and Marcus Rhode.

These are boxers whose names don't mean  anything to an unsuspecting customer not familiar with the gold mine of truthtelling that is, but are well known to hardcore fans of the sport. These wink and a nod types earn their keep getting their butts kicked by up 'n comers; it's an ugly way to earn a buck, and I don't envy them, but viewing this arrangement in a larger context, the practice also drags down the sport.

Dyer, a 31-year-old from Oklahoma who has Stacy Goodson listed as his manager on boxrec, brought a 13-0 record to Texas with him.

All 13 of his wins were knockouts, but you don't need to be Seymour Hersh to discover that last stat is as meaningless as can be. Four of those knocks came against debuters, two came against me who hadn't notched their first win by their fourth and fifth pro outing, and only one of Dyer's opponents faced him owning a winning record (1-0 Dale Ortiz).

OK, so maybe Dyer was a rough diamond, who was ready to be polished and unveiled for the pay-per-view hardcore on June 30, right?

Nope, this was a cubic zirconia, being passed off as a Tiffany's bauble, if you listened to commentators/shills, Col. Bob Sheridan and Dave Bontempo.

Dyer, at 6-9, showed himself to be less technically adept than almost any Golden Glove novice heavyweight, and was immediately in deep water against Rodriguez.

Any novice analyst could tell you that Dyer's footwork is borderline abominable, his breathing was hurried and the look of fear on his face as punches hurtled toward him indicated that he was far from battle-tested.

But Sheridan didn't go there, and instead exclaimed, “Rodriguez is for real,” as the polished pro ripped shots on the crude power forward with the sham undefeated record, who toppled to the canvas at the end of the first.

“David Rodriguez is the real deal, my friend,” Sheridan bellowed after the first round closed. Bontempo didn't get quite as excited as Sheridan, but neither did he tell the viewer what the viewer could see with his own eyes: that Dyer was in over his head, in a big way.

The tall fraud turned his back as Rodriguez assaulted him early in the second and the referee waved the fight off at :45 seconds of the second.

“It's a second round TKO victory for the new sensation on the heavyweight scene,” Sheridan screamed. “You're going to hear a lot more about the name, listen to it, David Rodriguez.”

Bontempo, swept up in the irrational exuberance, showered Rodriguez with a bounty of praise.

“Sort of a juggernaut at this point, he keeps going through guys,” Bontempo said, forgoing the opportunity to appear as a rational, credible journalist. “Look at the balance!”

“I haven't seen a better up and coming heavyweight in a long, long time,” Sheridan offered. “(Rodriguez) might be in a class by himself. It's still too early to tell, he still hasn't fought a contender yet, Rick Dyer was a test tonight, a mountain of a man, a huge man, and an undefeated heavyweight. But now he's got to fight a real contender, a top 20 heavyweight, and see how he performs. He's going to be the future, perhaps, of the heavyweight division. That might be a bit premature, but we'll see how it unfolds.”

Sheridan must be bumped down to Private based on his overenthusiastic, QVC-host level shilling on Saturday. Proclaiming Rodriguez to be a reincarnated Marciano, practically, after he took out a man who would be bumped from a training camp as a sparring partner by a trainer of renown, had my jaw sitting on the floor.

Is this man getting a performance bonus based on the ludicrousness of his analysis, I had to wonder?

Private Sheridan, I barked at the screen, do not pee on my leg, and then swear that it's raining. My eyes see, and my nose sniffs, and I can discern the difference, Private, and for you to pretend otherwise degrades you and your legacy, and the
knowledgeable fans who tune in.

After the bout, Bontempo, who won the BWAA award for broadcast excellence in 1997, asked Rodriguez about the affair.

You said you wanted to be breath of fresh air in the division, did you feel you made that statement, he asked.

“Oh, definitely, what else can I do, I knocked out an undefeated guy in the second round, I dropped him in the first,” said Rodriguez, apparently sipping from the same tainted tea that Sheridan and Bontempo had slurped.

Bontempo then praised Rodriguez for tossing the gassed-out Dyer to the mat, for showing “tremendous strength.”

I'm not trying to be snide, or cutting, for the sake of being snide or cutting. But this type of shilling brings down the sport.

Maybe I'm idealistic, but with the sport constantly being compared and contrasted with MMA, boxing has to mind its 'Ps' and 'Q.' Boxing collectively must be on its best behavior to justify its existence on the pole of popularity and press coverage.

I'm mindful that Sheridan and Bontempo have livings to make, and I'm not naïve, in understanding that overlings need to be catered to occasionally, but c'mon.

I, and all of the other addicts who bought this PPV can see the yellow liquid staining our pantleg, and we know that ain't rain.

I know, I know, Sheridan has been in the game since 1966, and has called about 1,000 title fights. I do respect longevity, but not to the point of not calling it as I see it.

Both men are capable of better, and all the watchers deserved better from them, and from the matchmaking, and the event producers.

Duva, on Sunday evening, admitted that the Rodriguez/Dyer fight made her cringe too. But, she explained to TSS, that fight was not made to be a co-feature, and was only elevated to that spot when Jason Litzau injured a wrist in training, and had to be pulled from the card.

“I was disappointed in that fight too,” said Duva. “Litzau fell out two weeks ago. And because we marketed this PPV ourselves, apart from HBO or doing it with a network, something has to give. Until we get a track record of doing it on our own, it was a learning experience for us too. The one pay per view we did was Howard Stern in 1993!”

Duva breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the Holyfield fight that the headline bout was a solid scrap. She went on the explain some of the specifics in the dollar department that makes it hard to pull off a PPV show.

Holyfield's purse aside, Duva said, the cost of the production was about $500,000. The TV production alone costs about $150,000. Evander will make a cut from the PPV proceeds, which take several weeks to determine, and less up front guaranteed. Duva didn't wish to release the exact figures for his contract, or Savareses', but she did tell TSS the breakdown of where your $29.95 goes ultimately.

Main Events will get to keep $11 of every sale, while the cable and satellite companies, who spend time and money on advertising, and provide the infrastructure to deliver the product, get the lion's share. When HBO PPV does a show, they, because of their size, get a much more favorable split, 50-50, with the cable/satellite companies.

“So, in other words, we had huge expenses, and no guarantee about what will come in,” Duva said.

On the matter of Dyer, Duva admits that matchmakers Brian Young and Russell Peltz were likely mislead about Dyer's skill. Main Events didn't know how limited he was.

Duva said she understands how a manager would be hesitant to have their fighter take a more challenging test on short notice, so she isn't nursing a grudge at Team Rodriguez for taking a soft touch.

“Getting two top guys, rated  guys, to fight on short notice, you'd be a bad manager to accept it,” she said.

Also, Duva said, she and her team recognized that the loss of Litzau, who'd been featured on ESPN and HBO, would leave a hole. So they worked to put 14-0 featherweight Jose Diaz in a youth title fight, but that aim, on such notice, didn't come off.

But in the end, Holyfield is the main attraction. Without him, there would be no event. So, he needs to be taken care of first and foremost. And Duva said, she really couldn't justify throwing money at the undercard as she would've liked, when it would be coming out of Evander's pocket.

Duva was sympathetic to the plight of fan, the average guy who spends far more than he cares to on a yearly basis to tune in to fights, simply because the sport doesn't attract top level advertising.

“We're working on it,” Duva told TSS. “We won't stop trying to secure bigger advertising. It's our biggest challenge as promoters. The cable companies, the inDemands, they have monopolies. Until we find a way to be sponsorship supported, until we can run the fights on the internet, with a website that can support that, this will happen. It's a shame, because a sponsor could own this sport…until then, we're stuck with this model.”

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St-Pierre, Liddell, Clementi Win @ UFC 79



LAS VEGAS-A reinvented Georges St. Pierre proved he’s ready for the true Ultimate Fighting Championship welterweight title with a dominating win over Matt Hughes and Chuck Liddell returned to the win column in his big showdown on Saturday.

St. Pierre took the final chapter in the trilogy with Hughes and now is the UFC interim champion at the 170-pound division.

Hughes just shook his head after tapping out before a sold out audience at the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas. It was called “Nemesis” and St. Pierre conquered his nemesis.

“Georges is just a better fighter,” said Hughes (43-6) who beat St. Pierre several years ago, but lost two years ago in a title match. “I just don’t know how much longer I got.”

St. Pierre (15-2) found Hughes using a left-handed stance to change up his attack, but the Canadian quickly adapted and used his quickness, skills and raw strength to take Hughes to the ground.

“If it wasn’t for my wrestling training I wouldn’t have been able to adjust,” said St. Pierre who had been preparing to represent Canada’s Olympic wrestling team.

Inside the Octagon the Canadian was never in danger. In fact, Hughes was the fighter teetering for the entire fight that ended in 4:54 of the second round.

It wasn’t supposed to be that way.

Hughes, known for his wrestling skills, just couldn’t solve St. Pierre’s quickness. Every move the Illinois fighter attempted was squashed.

St. Pierre is now promised a fight against the current UFC welterweight champion Matt Serra, who pulled out of the fight with Hughes because of injury.

“If I don’t get my belt back, I’m going to consider myself champion,” said St. Pierre filled in for Serra with less than a month of training.

After dominating the first round on top of Hughes, the second round was even worse as St. Pierre landed elbows and fists. Though the Illinois fighter escaped from underneath, he was quickly thrown down. Within seconds St. Pierre grabbed Hughes left arm and turned it into an inescapable arm bar.

Hughes screamed out: “I tap!”

St. Pierre now awaits Serra to recover from his back injury.

The semi-main event was no less intense.

The light heavyweight showdown between Chuck “The Iceman” Liddell and Brazil’s Wanderlei “The Axe Murderer” Silva was a three-round punch out between two famous sluggers. In the end Liddell’s sharper punches in the first and third round decided the fight despite a knockdown in the second scored by Silva.

Silva (31-8-1) dominated the second round for four minutes and 30 seconds but Liddell rallied and took the Brazilian to the ground. Two judges were somehow impressed by Liddell’s last 30 seconds and inexplicably gave him that round.

With both fighters huffing and puffing, and Silva with a bad cut over his right eye, Liddell seemed the stronger puncher and landed a back-handed fist and a right hand that stunned the former Pride FC fighter Silva. But he survived the round.

The judges scored it 29-28, 30-27 twice for Liddell who won his first bout after back-to-back losses.

“I knew it was a big fight for everybody and especially for me to get back on track,” said Liddell (21-5). “He had a lot more than I thought he had.”

Silva, who was making his first UFC appearance, was gracious in defeat.

“He won,” said Silva. “I gave my best.”

Temecula’s Rameau Sokoudjou fell short against Brazil’s undefeated Lyoto Machida (12-0) in their light heavyweight contest. The Cameroon native was unable to use his punching power with effectiveness against the karate-trained fighter. Then, unexpectedly, Machida landed a left hand that dropped Sokoudjou (4-2) and proceeded to gain an arm triangle that forced a submission at 4:20 of the second round.

“I’ve been working on my ground game,” said Machida who wants a world title match. “I beat the Alaska assassin, the African assassin, what other assassins are left?”

A heavyweight bout featured two Southern Californians eager to punch out. But San Diego’s Eddie “Manic Hispanic” Sanchez’s experience proved decisive in beating Temecula’s Soa Palelei (8-2) with uppercuts for three rounds. With his nose bleeding profusely and sustaining three consecutive uppercuts, referee Mario Yamasaki stopped the fight at 3:24 of the third and final round for a technical knockout.

“He was out of gas,” said Sanchez (10-1). “He was always putting his head down.”


A grudge fight between two Louisiana fighters ended in a decisive submission victory by Rich Clementi of Slidell over the favored Melvin Guillard of New Orleans. A rear naked choke at 4:40 seconds of the first round forced Guillard, who had been predicting domination, to tap out. Though the fight was definitively over, Guillard attempted to assault Clementi but referee Herb Dean grabbed the fighter.

“He still didn’t learn his lesson,” said Clementi after Guillard attempted to rush him after the fight. “I validated what he’s known for six years, I’m the better man.”

James “The Sandman” Irvin (13-5-1) was nearly put to sleep by an illegal knee to the eye from Brazil’s newcomer Luis Cane (8-1) in the first round of a light heavyweight fight. Unable to continue, Irvin was declared the winner by disqualification at 1:51. Cane seemed unaware that UFC rules disallow knees to the head while the person is on the ground. Some mixed martial arts organizations allow it.

Former Ultimate Fighter participant Manny Gamburyan (6-3) quickly took his fight to the ground with former boxer Nate Mohr (6-5). Once on the ground the lightweight used his quickness to grab an ankle and twist. Mohr screamed to stop the fight at 1:31 of the first round.

“I’m so sorry for you man,” said Gamburyan who suspects he broke Mohr’s leg. “Nate’s a great guy.”

San Diego’s Dean Lister (10-5) scraped out a unanimous decision win over Bulgaria’s punch-crazy Jordan Rachev (16-2) in a middleweight bout. The judges scored it 29-28 for Lister.

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Pavlik Or 'Money': Fighter of the Year Is…



There’s nothing like the terror felt when you have a big black bear snarling and snorting and hunting you down, eager to stuff your tender head into his mouth, to make you run as fast as you’ve ever run.

Thanks, Dana White, aka the big black bear.

Thanks for waking up the semi-slumbering powers that be, and forcing them to acknowledge that boxing needed to step up its game, or be eaten alive, and shifted even further back in the sports world’s relevance race, in 2007.

With UFC threatening to snarf up those much lusted after PPV dollars, the suits went into overdrive, and worked smarter, and harder, to give fans compelling matchups.

They agreed to get along to get money, and they relegated the sanctioning bodies, with those moronic mandatories, and instead listened to you, the consumer, and booked the fights that made sense.

Nobody worked smarter or harder than the PR arms for HBO, and “Money” Mayweather, the artist formerly known as Pretty Boy Floyd. Through his appearance on the ABC reality dance competition “Dancing with the Stars,” and stubbornly effective marketing by HBO (24/7 before the De La Hoy and Hatton showdowns were masterful mini-movies which whet appetites of even non fight fans), “Money” emerged as a pay per view attraction who can take the baton as the premier earner from Oscar De La Hoya.

He transcended the sport, and boxing added another player to the mix of fighters that even non-fight fans in the US recognize the name of. Now there’s Mike Tyson, Oscar De La Hoya, and Floyd Mayweather…

Boxing, a sprawling mess of interests lacking a central organization that insures cohesiveness in marketing, and message, and mission, relies on a central figurehead to maintain its precarious perch in the mainstream sports information flow. Mayweather, a savvy marketer who has outgrown his periodic outbreaks of youthful indiscretions, is a superstar that fits our age to a T.

He knows exactly what buttons to push to keep his name in the papers-—or, more accurately today, on computer screens—and feeds us rabid presshounds of negativity and turmoil red meat, with his intra-familial beefs and 50 Cent-inspired rants proclaiming his peerlessness.

The only thing holding Mayweather back is his own talent, probably, as he owns too much of it. He blew out De La Hoya, and Hatton, and like Roy Jones in his heyday, he so dominates his opposition, that drama is missing from his fights. Most of us tune in to the sport to savor the drama that comes from one man reaching deep into the well of heart and guts to bring forth reserves even he didn’t know he possesses, and imposing his will on an opponent who had been imposing his will upon him. That sort of drama, as manufactured by the late Diego Corrales, is the variety that the sweet science can deliver like no other sport.

We saw it in excess in 2007, from my personal choice for 2007 Fighter of the Year, Ohio’s Kelly Pavlik.

He dug into his well, after getting knocked to the floor in the second round of his tussle with middleweight champion Jermain Taylor, and refused to lose.

All of us could apply his tenacity in staying on his feet, and roaring back to topple Taylor with a furious flurry in the seventh round of their Sept. 29 battle, in our own lives. We all could identify with, and root for, the TSS Fighter of the Year.

One could argue that Mayweather, with ultra high profile wins over De La Hoya and Hatton, who did as much as anyone to keep the sport relevant in the last 12 months, deserves the TSS FOTY honor. As referenced before, maybe his superior level of talent has set the bar too high for us nitpickers. We may be prone to be too hesitant to bestow praise on Floyd, because he makes it look too easy. Sorry, Money, it’s possible you are being penalized for just being too damned good. You certainly are the runaway frontrunner for Fighter of the Decade…

Pavlik, we didn’t know how good he was coming in to this year. We knew how good his promoter, Bob Arum, thought he was. But we reserved judgment, unwilling to make too much of wins over Lenord Pierre and Bronco McKart. We became believers, to a point, when the Ohio native showed boxing skill and a closer’s mentality with his January win over Jose Luis Zertuche (KO8), and true believers with his dominant march over Edison Miranda (TKO7), the heavily hyped Colombian who was no match for the Youngstown hitter’s work rate in their May match.

But we still withheld a measure of respect before Pavlik met Taylor, the middleweight king, in Atlantic City. Maybe we had been burned by (not as great as we were led to believe) white hopes in the past, and were worried that hype and marketing were his greatest attributes as a boxer. The respect came pouring forth when he stayed on his trembling legs in the second round of his September scrap with Taylor, and intensified when he closed the show with a KO crack in the seventh.

The fighter has to be rewarded for staying the course, and not allowing himself to be knocked off the title path since turning pro in 2000, and progressing at a sometimes snailish pace, and sticking with his no-name trainer Jack Loew even though some experts urged him to trade Loew in for a flashier model, and battling frail hands, and getting pinched for slugging an off-duty cop in 2005.

Pavlik’s rise in 2007 came the old fashioned way, via training his tail off, and staying on message mentally, and rising to the occasion when the situation offered a softer, easier choice.

There was no mega marketing machine bombarding our short attention spans with a campaign to make Kelly Pavlik into the torchbearer for the sport in 2007.

But the 2007 leg of his march to prominence reaffirms the best of what the sport has to offer, and reminds us that with talents like Pavlik, the sweet science will never crumble into obsolescence.

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Resolution Time For Harold Sconiers



When Harold Sconiers of Tampa, Florida, looks in the mirror these days he doesn’t see the journeyman heavyweight with a 15-17-2 (10 KOs) record that most other people do.

What he sees is the dynamic, hard-hitting heavyweight who made it to the finals of the 1996 Olympic Trials, and began his pro career with six straight knockouts and one decision victory.

Since being stopped in the first round by then undefeated Bermane Stiverne, who had won all nine of his fights by knockout, in February 2007, Sconiers has completely reassessed his life and career.

He has come to understand what transformed him from an exciting amateur and fledgling young pro with seemingly limitless future to a nominal heavyweight who had at one point lost 10 fights in a row.

Now aligned with a new manager, David Selwyn of New York, he plans on utilizing that newfound knowledge to embark on what he believes will be the comeback story of 2008.

“I always knew I had a lot of talent, but I never let that talent completely develop,” said the 31-year-old Sconiers, who has lost to such notables as Clifford Etienne, Maurice Harris, Donovan “Razor” Ruddock, David Defiagbon, DaVarryl Williamson and Eric Kirkland.

“I had a lot of different problems, but my biggest problems were self doubt and self sabotage. I would do things to make sure I never rose above a certain level.”

During his intensive, exhaustive and brutally honest re-examination of himself, he chose to forego all of the negative aspects of his career and instead focus only on the positive. Through lots of reading and candid discussions with his former trainer Larry Berrien, he went about changing the mindset that made him so comfortable with losing.

The first thing he did was look at his complete record from a totally different perspective. Rather than just dwell on the losses, Sconiers lauded himself for beating six previously unbeaten or once beaten fighters. Among them was Ray Austin, who was 14-1 at the time and later challenged Wladimir Klitschko for the heavyweight title.

He also fought Edward Escobedo, who was 12-1, to a draw, and lost a split decision to Ruddock, who has always been a formidable ring presence.

When he examined his 10 fight losing streak, he realized that his opponents had a combined record of 164-32-8. Of the 32 losses, Harris, who had revitalized his once dismal career in much the same way Sconiers hopes to, had incurred 10 of them.

And the always competitive Sherman Williams, accounted for another 10, which means eight other opponents had only 12 losses between them. Several were undefeated at the time they faced Sconiers.

“Losing to all of those guys gave the boxing world the perception that I was washed up and just didn’t care anymore,” said Sconiers. “I realized I had to change that perception, and the only way to change it was to change my old habits and my old ways of thinking, dissect everything I’d been doing wrong, and working really hard to establish a new belief system.”

Tapping deep into his own psyche, Sconiers came to realize that much of his lack of self worth was rooted in childhood issues. As a kid he had a passive personality, and both of his parents were college graduates who held what he calls high ranking positions in the corporate world.

He was bright enough to skip grades in school and he scored high on IQ tests. In no way was he destined to become a boxer. His parents had told him on many occasions that he would be well-suited as psychiatrist or attorney.

His life changed when his father held a Mike Tyson fight party at the family home. To say that Sconiers was mesmerized would be a gross understatement.

“I was instantly locked in,” said Sconiers. “I told myself that I have to do this.”

Sconiers ventured to the Frontline Outreach Gym in Orlando, where he met Antonio Tarver, who was roaring through the amateur ranks en route to the 1996 Olympics. Because Tarver was a few years older than Sconiers, he became a surrogate big brother to him. To this day, Sconiers has the utmost respect for Tarver as both a fighter and a friend.

During Sconiers’ amateur career, which consisted of 77 fights, of which he lost 9, his mother continuously reminded him that, in her opinion, “boxing was for dummies.”

Still, he managed to win a silver medal in the 1996 U.S. Nationals, where he beat eventual Olympic representative and future heavyweight title challenger Calvin Brock, as well as the finals of the 1996 Olympic Trials. In that tournament he lost to Williamson and Lamon Brewster.

When his pro career began to get derailed, the young and immature Sconiers blamed everyone but himself for his shift in fortune.

“I thought the problem was outside me, and thought everyone was responsible but me,” he said. “I dumped Larry in order to self-manage myself. I left what had always kept me grounded. Some of the fights I lost I could or should have won. There’s no way I should have lost to Etienne, but all I did was show up. The Ruddock fight should have been mine.”

As Sconiers lost interest and motivation, he also began dabbling in drugs and alcohol. More times than not, he would take fights on short notice. Even if he had time to train, he never cared if his opponents were switched or where he was lacing them up. Resigned to the fact that he was just fighting for money, he didn’t train hard, if at all.

He’d also pick up a few dollars working as a sparring partner for the likes of Etienne, Shannon Briggs, Jameel McCline, Larry Donald and Kirk Johnson, but the passion was gone. Many of those fighters, as well as their trainers, told Sconiers to snap out of his trance because he was a lot better fighter than he gave himself credit for.

While working with Etienne, the esteemed trainer Don Turner told Sconiers he could make him heavyweight champion of the world if only he’d “get his (stuff) together.”

Sconiers said he was at his personal abyss in mid-2003, when he was stopped by Kirkland, who was 16-1, in the first round in Vallejo, California.

“That was a real bad time for me,” he said. “I was up all night using drugs and alcohol and just didn’t care about anything.”

Although it would be nearly four more years before Sconiers embarked on his personal renaissance, when he looks back on his sordid past that is his most vivid memory. He has learned to use that memory to his advantage.

“A lot of people go down the same route I did and destroy themselves completely,” he said. “I was close to that point around the time of the Kirkland fight, but managed to survive another four years. It is so obvious to me now that I was trying to destroy myself.”

Sconiers is the first to concede that once you fall into the role of an opponent, it is hard to extricate yourself.

“A lot of guys go through this and fall by the wayside,” he said. “Look at Emanuel Burton (Augustus). He’s an immensely talented guy who’s good enough to be competitive and probably beat anyone. But he is in that opponent role, which is hard to snap out of.”

Having done lots of reading on positive thinking and overcoming psychological roadblocks, as well as completely revising his physical training regimen, Sconiers believes he has snapped out of it.

Besides the steadfast support of his beloved wife of six years, Jennifer, who just earned her master’s degree, he believes that his association with Selwyn is a pivotal component to the success he foresees for himself.

They plan on having a momentous and memorable 2008.

“Harold says he is going to be the Cinderella Man of 2008,” said Selwyn. “We plan on keeping a very busy schedule. History has shown that heavyweights are always just a few wins away from redemption. At his best, Harold is very good. It is undeniable that he was his own worst enemy in the past. Now he believes in himself, Larry believes in him, and I believe in him. I’m really looking forward to working with him so he can reach his full potential.”

“We plan on a busy schedule and a lot of upsets,” added Sconiers. “After my first couple of wins, people will probably say they were a fluke. I’m not quite the Cinderella Man and I’m not quite Rocky, but I am an underdog who can make it. Hope sells in boxing, and I plan on being one of the biggest stories of the new year.”

Manager Dave Selwyn can be contacted at: or 845-893-2829.

*photo courtesy Harold Sconiers

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