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“The Site Justified The Fight:” A Tour Of Detroit, The Emptiest City

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Abandoned HomePhoto by LevinI don’t wish to pile on Detroit, but when folks heard where I spent last weekend, the reply was always an incredulous, “Why?”

It’s a valid question.

 For months leading up to the junior welter unification bout between Timothy Bradley (WBO) and Devon Alexander (WBC), boxing writers were killing the event. Promoters Gary Shaw and Don King had placed it in the Silverdome in Pontiac, Michigan, which is about 40 minutes outside of Detroit.

 Bradley is from Palm Springs, CA, and even when fighting close to home is not yet a draw. Alexander does good numbers in his native St. Louis, MO. This one had dud written all over it, at least from a commercial perspective. And the 2.3 rating it received on HBO verifies this. The quality of the participants and the match-up could not be questioned.

 It’s fairly clear the promoters had to pay a tiny site fee, and thus were happy to spend as little resources and effort doing their job. Typically, HBO paid the fighters handsome purses and spent a good chunk of change in advertising. No matter; it would never be enough.

The 80,000-seat Silvedome is a story unto itself. The former home of the Detroit Lions, the Pistons, WrestleMania III when they packed in a record-setting 93,000 and the same amount came for a Mass led by Pope John Paul II. Every big band or performer of the ‘70s through the ‘80s played here—Elvis, Led Zeppelin, The Who, the Rolling Stones, U2, Aerosmith, Madonna, et al.

 The construction cost in 1975 for the facility was $56 million. In 2009 it sold for $583,000. No, that figure isn’t missing a zero. The stadium is now a forlorn, colossal husk. The weather was frigid when we approached the stadium on Saturday and the building couldn’t have looked loonier or spookier had it sunk to the deepest depths of the Atlantic. There’s nothing surrounding it, other than endless acres of unused parking space. The emptiness was only magnified by the supposed 6,247 boxing fans that showed up (to my eyes, it was about half that many) to watch two of our better undefeated African-Americans go at it.

 All of this is emblematic of the continual decline of the beleaguered Motor City—not to mention the state of boxing in the US—which is just a well-documented example of vast swaths of this country, where we no longer make things and jobs long ago vanished. It’s one thing to hear about it or watch a news report from the comfortable confines of your home; it’s another to see it with your own eyes. I live in New York City, ride the trains all over, and visit some rough neighborhoods from time to time. I thought I was grounded in reality and conscious of the plight of others. Nothing could have prepared me for this. Driving around Detroit and making the trip to Pontiac with my travel companion and fellow writer, Kenneth Bouhairie, we watched in silent disbelief. We both felt like characters in a post-apocalyptic story, perhaps Cormac McCathy’s “The Road.” Kenneth hails from Ghana, Africa, and has witnessed Third World poverty first hand, but this was still potent stuff.

 “This is America?” he asked. “Maybe we shouldn’t be talking about the starving children in Africa with this in our backyard.”

 To counter this, we decided to make the best of our situation, booking a room at what we understood to be the nicest hotel in downtown Detroit, a Westin (awkwardly named the Westin Book Cadillac), knocked back a little Grey Goose, ate porterhouse steak at a great restaurant called Roast, and even upped our game in the car rental department: a Cadillac STS Sedan. All of this pampering didn’t initially hurt our outlook on life…But upon noticing the emptiness of the hotel and the soulless freezing streets and touring the city in our banging ride, guilt billowed in our conscience. We also felt stupid when we learned that the Caddie is the number one stolen vehicle in Detroit because the parts are easy to sell. Thus, we never parked the rig except for the valet parking at the hotel. “If we get carjacked,” I told Kenneth, “we are kind of asking for it.”

 Before we left for the undercard we rubbernecked at the defunct Michigan Central Station, the gorgeous Beaux-Arts rail depot built in 1913 by the same architects of NY’s Grand Central Station. I imagine it was equally magnificent in its day. Amtrak service stopped in 1988 and it is now the biggest haunted house I’ve ever seen. Besides out-of-town gawkers like myself, the most action it now gets is in Michael Bay movies (“Transformers” and “The Island”), the title sequence of Eminem’s “8 Mile,” and the ABC crime drama “Detroit 1-8-7.”

As we drove on, nothing felt so much like a tour of the Titantic as the above M.C.S., because it wasn’t as beautiful, but most of what we drove by for the next two hours was decaying and boarded up. Southwest Detroit is full of humongous factories that sit silent. Signage with flaking paint and unlit neon for restaurants, auto parts, hair salons, bars, strip bars, you name it, were still there—but the lights were off and nobody was home. We barely saw a soul, not even an alley cat. On the rare occasion we passed someone that was clearly destitute, he would be curiously still in the frosty weather; sitting on broken steps or on the side of the highway, as if Waiting For Godot. Abandoned cars were picked apart as if by vultures, and sometimes they served as makeshift homes. Detroit is vast, 143 square miles; you could fit Manhattan, Boston and San Francisco within its borders and have room to spare. It’s the emptiest city I’ve ever experienced.

 As we made our way to Pontiac, we got to thinking about other aspects of the culture at large that are on life-support. Boxing never being far from our minds, we reminisced about the original Kronk Gym and the incredible world champions it churned out starting with Hilmer Kenty in 1980. But even the revered Emanuel Seward couldn’t keep the city from shuttering the original subterranean space. The Kronk is no longer the Kronk, neither the caliber of fighters that wear its signature yellow and red, nor the Detroit boxing scene as a whole. Manny Steward, though, is still going strong, with Waldimir Klitschko, Miguel Cotto, Chad Dawson and Andy Lee among his charges.

 I always take particular pleasure going to HBO fights live and watching the off-camera interplay between Manny, Larry and Lamps. We all know Lampley’s wiring is closer to Johnny Tapia’s than, say, Al Bernstein. Lest you forget, just Youtube his angrily shouting “BANG!” over 20 times in about 20 seconds during Pacquaio-Clottey. In person, he exudes an almost Manson-like intensity, and everyone from the make-up lady to the various production coordinators gave the blow-by-blow ace a wide berth. The man runs hot.

Merchant’s more internal and sparing in his movements. He bows his head for long periods of time as he collects his thoughts, which are more often than not sage and well put. There is no one on the horizon that I’ve seen that will fill his shoes, or can even wear his old socks. It was nice to see him out there again, as Max Kellerman does the majority of gigs these days. Manny, I’m not crazy about most of his commentary but he’s such a cool, likeable customer who has a way of making you feel good. Beyond his Hall of Fame credentials, I think that’s a big part of his gift. There are worse people to be stuck with when you’re in a desolate fight camp for 10 weeks. I can see how he builds rather than destroys fighters’ spirits.

The venue was scaled down to fit a crowd of 10,000, but the shoddy curtain used to screen off the other 70,000 seats had large gaps. Throughout the night I couldn’t help sneaking peeks around the curtain and could swear I saw the Ghost of Andre the Giant sadly pacing around in his signature black, one-shoulder unitard. The promoters chose not to paper the venue, so there were no fans sitting in Everest-like climes.

Due to a couple wrong turns on the way up, and a ridiculous hour where we searched in vain for the media-appointed entrance, and a vacant employee who wouldn’t let us in once we found it, we missed a large chunk of the undercard. A knowledgeable fellow in press row, Will Strickland, filled us in on what we missed. He said that the best fight up to that point had been a 10-rounder that went the distance between undefeated welter James De La Rosa (now 20-1, 12 KOs) against dangerous journeyman Allen “The Dream Shatterer” Conyers. Usually Conyers either knocks you out or gets knocked out. He’d never gone past five in his eight-year career. This time he lived up to his handle.

By the time we settled in a thick heavy-handed heavyweight, Bermane Stiverne (now 20-1-1, 19 KOs), had entered the ring. Before long he was laying into another big guy with a gaudy record, Kerston Manswell (20-0, 15 going in). Manswell got dropped hard with a series of wide blows at 1:52 of the second.

Next was an intriguing match-up, Vernon Paris against late-replacement, the one and only Emanuel Augustus. The trip was worth it just for this, as Augustus may never fight again or at least put up such a fight. He schooled Parris (23-0, 14 KOs going in) for the last half of the fight. But we all saw this one coming: Paris was given a gift decision by scores of 77-72 twice and 76-73.

Presumably, the inept judges were turned off when Augustus started doing the Drunken Master. The suspiciously bad ref, Gerard White—one of the worst I’ve ever witnessed—was all over Augustus every time he got into a groove and Paris looked to be in trouble. In spots Augustus was his slippery yet rugged old self, the one who gave Money Mayweather such trouble in 2000. He let his hands go on the inside and outside and pulled stuff out of his bag of tricks that’s made him the greatest “Friday Night Fights” fighter of all time.

But he knew how this one would play out, as did any semi-knowledgeable fan or media type. He has since declared retirement and I hope he sticks with it. He is not the same Augustus anymore, even if he presented flashes of old and is still a tough out for anyone that’s more pretender than contender. (I happen to think Paris has got skills, mind you. But the way he struggled with the 78-fight veteran causes me to wonder.)

By the time you read this, Bradley-Alexander will have been well-chronicled, with varying opinions as to what degree Bradley was the better man than the more callow Alexander, and how much did Tim’s broad dome influence the outcome of the fight. There are also questions as to whether their pricey HBO rematch clause will or should be exerted. (Should a rematch ever be enforced when the initial fight was clearly not great?) Bradley’s promoter Gary Shaw is dead set against it, and wants to see WBA titlist Amir Kahn next.

The great irony of travelling great distances to see fights live: all we wanted to do when it was over was get back to the hotel and see the replay on HBO. Since the head butts played a significant role, at least the way Alexander and his team will spin it, we desperately wanted to watch it on TV. The boob tube really is the best seat in the house for catching such details. We had good ringside seats but I didn’t have the perfect angle whenever the heads clashed or something potentially dirty happened.

The post-fight presser was an expectedly low-budget affair. There were no microphones or an adequate sound system available, so the various players had to shout over the din of the crowd. It was sad to see Don King, 79, no longer the overwhelming personage we expect him to be. Before the presser began he quietly sat in a chair, seemingly lost in thought or just plain tired and depressed. His wife Henrietta died on December 2. When a fan came up to Don and asked for an autograph or to pose for a picture, he was gracious, always doing so with a smile.

He was the first to speak and held court when Bradley and his team arrived, while his fighter Alexander was still getting stitched up. For five minutes, it was vintage King, full of bombast and malaprops and nonsensical verbal meanderings. The old lion came alive. Most everyone seemed pleased to see it, although the lead promoter Gary Shaw held his head in his hands and massaged his temples.

Shaw was visibly annoyed to have to sit through this, but there’s plenty he could learn from his elder. For one thing, The Don knows a thing or two about promoting. Shaw is shameless in this regard. He had the gall, in fact, to brag about the choice of venue when it was his turn to get up and stump for his fighter. “The site justified the fight,” he said. I didn’t know what that meant then and still don’t now, except that he must not have thought much of the fight…? It didn’t turn out to be a great fight, but they had the right idea in putting two great hungry champions in together for a change.

I’m glad I came to Detroit and had this boxing excursion with a good buddy. Glad that I took in all that I had, even the painful and unfortunate bits. After the presser, we wasted no time getting to the Caddie. As we pulled away from the Silverdome, I felt like how an astronaut might upon leaving the moon and heading back to earth, knowing full well he will never be back. 

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2015 Fight of the Year – Francisco Vargas vs Takashi Miura

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The WBC World Super Featherweight title bout between Francisco Vargas and Takashi Miura came on one of the biggest boxing stages of 2015, as the bout served as the HBO pay-per-view’s co-main event on November 21st, in support of Miguel Cotto vs Saul Alvarez.

Miura entered the fight with a (29-2-2) record and he was making the fifth defense of his world title, while Vargas entered the fight with an undefeated mark of (22-0-1) in what was his first world title fight. Both men had a reputation for all-out fighting, with Miura especially earning high praise for his title defense in Mexico where he defeated Sergio Thompson in a fiercely contested battle.

The fight started out hotly contested, and the intensity never let up. Vargas seemed to win the first two rounds, but by the fourth round, Miura seemed to pull ahead, scoring a knock-down and fighting with a lot of confidence. After brawling the first four rounds, Miura appeared to settle into a more technical approach. Rounds 5 and 6 saw the pendulum swing back towards Vargas, as he withstood Miura’s rush to open the fifth round and the sixth round saw both men exchanging hard punches.

The big swinging continued, and though Vargas likely edged Miura in rounds 5 and 6, Vargas’ face was cut in at least two spots and Miura started to assert himself again in rounds 7 and 8. Miura was beginning to grow in confidence while it appeared that Vargas was beginning to slow down, and Miura appeared to hurt Vargas at the end of the 8th round.

Vargas turned the tide again at the start of the ninth round, scoring a knock down with an uppercut and a straight right hand that took Miura’s legs and sent him to the canvas. Purely on instinct, Miura got back up and continued to fight, but Vargas was landing frequently and with force. Referee Tony Weeks stepped in to stop the fight at the halfway point of round 9 as Miura was sustaining a barrage of punches.

Miura still had a minute and a half to survive if he was going to get out of the round, and it was clear that he was not going to stop fighting.

A back and forth battle of wills between two world championship level fighters, Takashi Miura versus “El Bandido” Vargas wins the 2015 Fight of the Year.

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Jan 9 in Germany – Feigenbutz and De Carolis To Settle Score

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This coming Saturday, January 9th, the stage is set at the Baden Arena in Offenburg, Germany for a re-match between Vincent Feigenbutz and Giovanni De Carolis. The highly anticipated re-match is set to air on SAT.1 in Germany, and Feigenbutz will once again be defending his GBU and interim WBA World titles at Super Middleweight.

The first meeting between the two was less than three months ago, on October 17th and that meeting saw Feigenbutz controversially edge De Carolis on the judge’s cards by scores of (115-113, 114-113 and 115-113). De Carolis scored a flash knock down in the opening round, and he appeared to outbox Feigenbutz in the early going, but the 20 year old German champion came on in the later rounds.

The first bout is described as one of the most crowd-pleasing bouts of the year in Germany, and De Carolis and many observers felt that the Italian had done enough to win.

De Carolis told German language website RAN.DE that he was more prepared for the re-match, and that due to the arrogance Feigenbutz displayed in the aftermath of the first fight, he was confident that he had won over some of the audience. Though De Carolis fell short of predicting victory, he promised a re-vamped strategy tailored to what he has learned about Feigenbutz, whom he termed immature and inexperienced.

The stage is set for Feigenbutz vs De Carolis 2, this Saturday January 9th in Offenburg, Germany. If you can get to the live event do it, if not you have SAT.1 in Germany airing the fights, and The Boxing Channel right back here for full results.

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2015 Knock Out of the Year – Saul Alvarez KO’s James Kirkland

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On May 9th of 2015, Saul “Canelo” Alvarez delivered a resonant knock-out of James Kirkland on HBO that wins the 2015 KO of the Year.

The knock-out itself came in the third round, after slightly more than two minutes of action. The end came when Alvarez delivered a single, big right hand that caught Kirkland on the jaw and left him flat on his back after spinning to the canvas.Alvarez was clearly the big star heading into the fight. The fight was telecast by HBO for free just one week after the controversial and disappointing Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao fight, and Alvarez was under pressure to deliver the type of finish that people were going to talk about. Kirkland was happy to oblige Alvarez, taking it right to Alvarez from the start. Kirkland’s aggression saw him appear to land blows that troubled the young Mexican in the early going. Alvarez played good defense, and he floored Kirkland in the first round, displaying his power and his technique in knocking down an aggressive opponent.

However, Kirkland kept coming at Alvarez and the fight entered the third round with both men working hard and the feeling that the fight would not go the distance. Kirkland continued to move forward, keeping “Canelo” against the ropes and scoring points with a barrage of punches while looking for an opening.

At around the two minute mark, Alvarez landed an uppercut that sent Kirkland to the canvas again. Kirkland got up, but it was clear that he did not have his legs under him. Kirkland was going to try to survive the round, but Alvarez had an opportunity to close out the fight. The question was would he take it?

Alvarez closed in on Kirkland, putting his opponent’s back to the ropes. Kirkland was hurt, but he was still dangerous, pawing with punches and loading up for one big shot.

But it was the big shot “Canelo” threw that ended the night. Kirkland never saw it coming, as he was loading up with a huge right hand of his own. The right Alvarez threw cracked Kirkland in the jaw, and his eyes went blank. His big right hand whizzed harmlessly over the head of a ducking Alvarez, providing the momentum for the spin that left Kirkland prone on the canvas.

Saul “Canelo” Alvarez went on to defeat Miguel Cotto in his second fight of 2015 and he is clearly one of boxing’s biggest stars heading into 2016. On May 9th Alvarez added another reel to his highlight film when he knocked out James Kirkland with the 2015 “Knock Out of the Year”.

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