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April 30, 2005
Push Weight
Samuel Peter, only 24 years old, swung hooks so vicious that I couldn't help but think of Sonny Liston as he took out Gilbert Martinez tonight; his punches are exciting events, self-willed disasters which do damage whether you block them or not. But why isn't somebody in his camp making him bear down a little? His conditioning is pathetic; prime Tyson, prime Holyfield, prime Lewis, prime Ruddock — any of these would have just pedaled through six rounds and then waited for Peter to fall down from exhaustion. This is why the Klitschko fight which in which Peter expressed much interest whilst gasping for air during a post-fight interview won't, or shouldn't, happen, and why Peter, who would otherwise have a decent chance at igniting broader public interest, won't. Post-Ali, you gotta have a washboard above your waist if you want non-aficianados to watch you fight. That or be George Foreman, of whom there's only one.
Posted by jd at April 30, 2005 12:27 AM
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