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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Klitschko ? Haye: Here we go again
Here we go again with the good news: Wladimir Klitschko (55-3-0) and David Haye (25-1-0) are not only back in negotiations, but have already solidified a few bullet points.
Condolences to Bobby Dominguez After Family Tragedy
Our thoughts and prayers are extended to the family and those affected ...
City of Hope to Honor Jake LaMotta, Jackie Kallen, & Micky Ward at ?KO Cancer?
Why Hollywood loves boxing more than boxing does | Kevin Mitchell
The Fighter picked up some Oscars but the main event is in trouble, plus Mike Tyson's latest rehabilitation
Hollywood has always loved boxing - but not enough this time for The Fighter to beat The King's Speech at the Oscars. Still, it picked up a couple of gongs, including one for Welsh actor Christian Bale, who beat Geoffrey Rush for best supporting actor in his role as Mickey Ward's wayward half-brother, Dicky Eklund. "Mate, you're the best," Bale shouted out to Eklund in the audience. "He's had a wonderful story and I can't want to see the next chapter ? If you want to be a champion, if you want to train with him, go and meet with him. Go and check him out. He deserves it."
Eklund was not bowled over in a rush of luvvies. There will not be another chapter. He has had his Hollywood moment and will be forgotten soon enough, like most fighters. Sure, the allure of the fight game is still there. It's just that it's in a shimmering, passing image on a screen. The real business is struggling - as the Seattle Times observes.
The message that goes out again to the people in charge of real boxing - give the fans what they want, real title fights between real opponents - will be ignored. And, if you want evidence, look at what is happening near Disneyland, that other palace of fantasy, on Saturday night.
Good luck to Matthew Hatton in his world title fight against red-headed young Mexican hotshot Saul "El Canelo" Alvarez in Anaheim, but this is a fight with the slimmest attachment to reality. Neither is remotely proven at light-middleweight and there is minimal buzz about the contest - which did not stop the WBC sanctioning the fight as for the 11-stone title vacated by Manny Pacquiao - because Alvarez has been ordained as a rising star by Golden Boy, who pretty much are running the business right now.
Boxing continues to write its own obituary - and Hatton, sadly, is just another bit player.
STEP UP, MR TYSON
For a while, Mike Tyson, his image carefully polished by Jim Jacobs, seemed too good to be true.
When he first roared into our consciousness, he strove for acceptance in the largely white sportsbiz establishment of the United States and beyond by softening his Brooklyn edges and speaking with sepulchral reverence about his sport's history and its giants.
It was Mr Dempsey, not Jack. And Mr Louis. Never Joe, certainly not standing alone from his surname. Iron Mike did a spot with the late Harry Carpenter, trawling through the BBC archives in awe of those who'd gone before him and sounding like a tutored student of pugilism (which, thanks to the obsessed Cus D'Amato, he was) instead of the murderously dangerous heavyweight he had become.
Now, at 44 and nearly six years after his last fight, his reputation shredded by his serial craziness, Tyson has found that which he always craved: acceptance on his own terms. Whatever his capacity to explode, he has survived, albeit in a spiritually mangled form.
And what more appropriate place for Tyson to expose his sensitivities again than the rich man's bible, the Wall Street Journal?
In a sensitive rendering of his current circumstances, the WSJ's Gordon Marino writes about an ex-fighter in dignified retreat from his demons.
Tyson talks about his pigeons (not for the first time). Here it is to plug his part in an upcoming American TV reality programme called Taking On Tyson, which starts in the US on 6 March.
He lives in Henderson, on the outskirts of Las Vegas, where he made most of his fortune, in what Marino describes as the "expansive but not extravagant... contemporary minimalist home", once owned by NBA star Jalen Rose.
So, he's not exactly landed in the gutter. And his mind seems to be raised up too. He speaks about how Napoleon bred pigeons called tumblers, how a nearby falcon had dive-bombed his brood recently and how friendship, loyalty and trust matter in the world of pigeon racing.
He would, no doubt, have been chuffed too, when he read the piece. In the newspaper's quaintly old-fashioned style, he was called Mr Tyson throughout.
FRANKLY SPEAKING...
Frank Warren knew a different Mike Tyson. He came up against the one on the loose, who threatened to throw him out of a hotel window. That surreal episode was 11 years ago, when the former world heavyweight champion came to the UK to fight Lou Savarese and ended up clocking the referee in the course of disposing of Mr Savarese in a round.
Warren has been a promoter for three decades. Whatever his strengths and weaknesses, he has hung in there, surviving an assassination attempt and all the other scars that come with working in the wildest jungle in sport.
Still punching, he is putting together shows now that provide probably more value than any on offer in boxing. Partly that is because he has a big stable to feed, from Olympic gold medalist James DeGale to former world amateur champion Frankie Gavin. Partly it is because Sky demand value for pay-per-view promotions in tough times. The piggy bank is not as full as it once was.
Warren's most recent signing, John Murray, is a favourite of mine, an old-style, all-round boxer who has mastered the fundamentals. He will not easily be beaten. We will see in the year or so ahead if he can add some sophistication to his one-paced skills.
Warren would love Murray to fight his former favourite, Kevin Mitchell, and has offered him money the East End wild boy considers an insult. Understandably for a working class fighter with no other obvious earning possibilities, the size of the cheque matters a lot to Mitchell.
As it does to Warren, who tells me: "We're still trying to put it together, but at the moment the money he is asking for is totally unrealistic. I read the stuff in Boxing News about the 22,000 people [he drew to Upton Park last year for his fight against Michael Katsidis]. He didn't draw 22,000 people. The bottom line is he forgets he got absolutely destroyed in three rounds. He's not living in the real world. The real world is what it is.
"And the guy who's in front of him is Murray. Mitchell wants to come back and it's a great route back for him, but I'm not in the pension business - especially when he said after that fight how he hadn't trained properly. He let himself down and let everybody down. So he's not in a position to start making unrealistic demands."
Mitchell is gambling heavily on beating Murray, for which he deserves credit. If he wins, will he have earned the right to haggle for a big purse again. If he loses, he will soon learn what his market value is.
Weekend Preview: Slim pickings
Be thankful for Michael Katsidis: Boxer deals with death of brother to fight this weekend
Boxers are a special breed. Sure they fight to make a living, but they also put their health and well-being on the line to entertain us, the boxing fans. Michael Katsidis certainly had a valid excuse to bail from his fight this weekend in Las Vegas against Juan Manuel Marquez, instead Katisidis is dealing with the recent death of his older brother and stepping between the ropes at the MGM Grand Garden Arena.
Stathi Katsidis, a top thoroughbred jockey in Australia, was found dead in his Brisbane home on Oct. 19. The 31-year-old was found by his girlfriend.
"This was one tough camp," Katsidis said. "I know there's been speculation on my brother's death last month. He was very close to me. It was tough, but nothing in this sport is ever easy. We've come out here because I'm here to fight and I'm here to win."
Understandably, Katsidis and his management team requested that the death of brother stayed off limits as a topic during the prefight. He first learned of his brother's death while training in the jungles of Thailand.
Katsidis is a well-liked character in the world of boxing. He handle himself with class in trying to secure the bout. He attended the postfight press after Marquez beat Juan Diaz and politely stated his case. Marquez granted him the bout instead of holding out for months waiting for a fight with Manny Pacquiao.
"I really applaud Michael Katsidis's character," Marquez said. "He's suffering from the death of his brother, and I applaud him. Everybody knows Michael Katsidis is a strong fighter. He's a warrior."
The Marquez-Katsidis fight highlights a very solid card on Saturday. Andre Berto looks to defend his WBC 147-pound title and stay in the mix for some major fights in 2011. At 130, Celestino Cabellero moves up to battle Jason Litzau.
Why Hollywood loves boxing more than boxing does | Kevin Mitchell
The Fighter picked up some Oscars but the main event is in trouble, plus Mike Tyson's latest rehabilitation
Hollywood has always loved boxing - but not enough this time for The Fighter to beat The King's Speech at the Oscars. Still, it picked up a couple of gongs, including one for Welsh actor Christian Bale, who beat Geoffrey Rush for best supporting actor in his role as Mickey Ward's wayward half-brother, Dicky Eklund. "Mate, you're the best," Bale shouted out to Eklund in the audience. "He's had a wonderful story and I can't want to see the next chapter ? If you want to be a champion, if you want to train with him, go and meet with him. Go and check him out. He deserves it."
Eklund was not bowled over in a rush of luvvies. There will not be another chapter. He has had his Hollywood moment and will be forgotten soon enough, like most fighters. Sure, the allure of the fight game is still there. It's just that it's in a shimmering, passing image on a screen. The real business is struggling - as the Seattle Times observes.
The message that goes out again to the people in charge of real boxing - give the fans what they want, real title fights between real opponents - will be ignored. And, if you want evidence, look at what is happening near Disneyland, that other palace of fantasy, on Saturday night.
Good luck to Matthew Hatton in his world title fight against red-headed young Mexican hotshot Saul "El Canelo" Alvarez in Anaheim, but this is a fight with the slimmest attachment to reality. Neither is remotely proven at light-middleweight and there is minimal buzz about the contest - which did not stop the WBC sanctioning the fight as for the 11-stone title vacated by Manny Pacquiao - because Alvarez has been ordained as a rising star by Golden Boy, who pretty much are running the business right now.
Boxing continues to write its own obituary - and Hatton, sadly, is just another bit player.
STEP UP, MR TYSON
For a while, Mike Tyson, his image carefully polished by Jim Jacobs, seemed too good to be true.
When he first roared into our consciousness, he strove for acceptance in the largely white sportsbiz establishment of the United States and beyond by softening his Brooklyn edges and speaking with sepulchral reverence about his sport's history and its giants.
It was Mr Dempsey, not Jack. And Mr Louis. Never Joe, certainly not standing alone from his surname. Iron Mike did a spot with the late Harry Carpenter, trawling through the BBC archives in awe of those who'd gone before him and sounding like a tutored student of pugilism (which, thanks to the obsessed Cus D'Amato, he was) instead of the murderously dangerous heavyweight he had become.
Now, at 44 and nearly six years after his last fight, his reputation shredded by his serial craziness, Tyson has found that which he always craved: acceptance on his own terms. Whatever his capacity to explode, he has survived, albeit in a spiritually mangled form.
And what more appropriate place for Tyson to expose his sensitivities again than the rich man's bible, the Wall Street Journal?
In a sensitive rendering of his current circumstances, the WSJ's Gordon Marino writes about an ex-fighter in dignified retreat from his demons.
Tyson talks about his pigeons (not for the first time). Here it is to plug his part in an upcoming American TV reality programme called Taking On Tyson, which starts in the US on 6 March.
He lives in Henderson, on the outskirts of Las Vegas, where he made most of his fortune, in what Marino describes as the "expansive but not extravagant... contemporary minimalist home", once owned by NBA star Jalen Rose.
So, he's not exactly landed in the gutter. And his mind seems to be raised up too. He speaks about how Napoleon bred pigeons called tumblers, how a nearby falcon had dive-bombed his brood recently and how friendship, loyalty and trust matter in the world of pigeon racing.
He would, no doubt, have been chuffed too, when he read the piece. In the newspaper's quaintly old-fashioned style, he was called Mr Tyson throughout.
FRANKLY SPEAKING...
Frank Warren knew a different Mike Tyson. He came up against the one on the loose, who threatened to throw him out of a hotel window. That surreal episode was 11 years ago, when the former world heavyweight champion came to the UK to fight Lou Savarese and ended up clocking the referee in the course of disposing of Mr Savarese in a round.
Warren has been a promoter for three decades. Whatever his strengths and weaknesses, he has hung in there, surviving an assassination attempt and all the other scars that come with working in the wildest jungle in sport.
Still punching, he is putting together shows now that provide probably more value than any on offer in boxing. Partly that is because he has a big stable to feed, from Olympic gold medalist James DeGale to former world amateur champion Frankie Gavin. Partly it is because Sky demand value for pay-per-view promotions in tough times. The piggy bank is not as full as it once was.
Warren's most recent signing, John Murray, is a favourite of mine, an old-style, all-round boxer who has mastered the fundamentals. He will not easily be beaten. We will see in the year or so ahead if he can add some sophistication to his one-paced skills.
Warren would love Murray to fight his former favourite, Kevin Mitchell, and has offered him money the East End wild boy considers an insult. Understandably for a working class fighter with no other obvious earning possibilities, the size of the cheque matters a lot to Mitchell.
As it does to Warren, who tells me: "We're still trying to put it together, but at the moment the money he is asking for is totally unrealistic. I read the stuff in Boxing News about the 22,000 people [he drew to Upton Park last year for his fight against Michael Katsidis]. He didn't draw 22,000 people. The bottom line is he forgets he got absolutely destroyed in three rounds. He's not living in the real world. The real world is what it is.
"And the guy who's in front of him is Murray. Mitchell wants to come back and it's a great route back for him, but I'm not in the pension business - especially when he said after that fight how he hadn't trained properly. He let himself down and let everybody down. So he's not in a position to start making unrealistic demands."
Mitchell is gambling heavily on beating Murray, for which he deserves credit. If he wins, will he have earned the right to haggle for a big purse again. If he loses, he will soon learn what his market value is.
Cold Blood Returns
Friday, March 4, 2011
Open Thread, Start A Conspiracy Theory Edition
If you guys hit me with some good ones, I'll do my best to irresponsibly advance them.
Then, as usual, because this is an Open Thread, I encourage you to hit me and your commenting pals with any thoughts, questions or topics you see fit.
Your music selection for the month is a live performance from Sleigh Bells. All that fuzz is supposed to be there -- it's not a bad performance or recording. But unlike the YouTube upload of the the studio version, this one has the bonus attraction of you getting to watch Alexis Krauss thrash around in an unbelievably sexy way:
The Fighter ? review
This tale of a boxer's Rocky-like ascent is an affecting study of the pain caused by dysfunctional families
In the 1890s, the reputation of the cinema was seriously, possibly permanently, tarnished in the eyes of moralists and opinion-formers through the movie pioneers' preoccupation with filming prize fights, then, as now, regarded as an unrespectable activity. The fascination continued as Hollywood turned the noble art into the subject of a movie genre and a metaphor for the social struggle and for life itself.
Every comedian from Chaplin to Jerry Lewis went into the ring at some time or other and most stars found themselves putting on the gloves or playing managers and trainers. The best boxing movies have been about defeat, whether glorious or abject, about the loss or retention of dreams. The least interesting have been triumphalist stories that culminate in championship fights.
There have been fewer boxing films in recent years, probably because of the lessening of interest in the sport and the only two made this century that immediately come to mind are both biographies of boxers whose careers follow a familiar dramatic arc in overcoming adversities and setbacks to win major titles. The first is Michael Mann's Ali (2001), featuring Will Smith as Muhammad Ali, the other Ron Howard's Cinderella Man (2005), starring Russell Crowe as the Depression-era fighter James Braddock.
Now there's David O Russell's The Fighter, in which Mark Wahlberg plays "Irish" Micky Ward, who was still taking serious punishment when Mann's biopic was released. If Ward's name is less familiar to most filmgoers, it's because Ali and Braddock were heavyweights and undisputed champions. Ward was a welterweight (in the crucial fight that provides the climax for the picture, both he and his British opponent, the Liverpool-born Shea Neary, weighed in at 10st 6lb) and won a World Boxing Union title which is far from undisputed.
Micky Ward's story, however, if the screenplay by Scott Silver, Paul Tamasy and Eric Johnson is anything to go by, is quite as extraordinary as the others with as many low points, though fewer major high ones. The most frequently quoted line of late 20th-century poetry is probably the opening of Philip Larkin's "This Be The Verse": "They fuck you up, your mum and dad". Had he lived to see The Fighter, Larkin would have found it necessary to add the line: "And so do your older brother and sisters." Because the movie is about a classically dysfunctional family that is pulled apart by internecine violence of a physical and emotional kind, then drawn together by an against-the-odds boxing triumph.
The film begins in 1993 in the run-down, post-industrial town of Lowell, Massachusetts, where the handsome, withdrawn, quietly spoken 27-year-old Micky's career has stalled after early success and he's working as a road paver. Divorced and with limited access to his little daughter, he's a warm-up fighter, a stepping stone for the careers of more promising pugilists on the way up. His extrovert half-brother, Dicky Eklund (Christian Bale), is an infinitely worse case. Dicky is a drunken, womanising crackhead who calls himself the "Pride of Lowell" and lives off the memory of the night when he floored the titleholder Sugar Ray Leonard, though most people think Leonard slipped. Dicky has persuaded Micky that his role as trainer is essential to the younger brother's success, just as their strident, domineering mother Alice (Melissa Leo) is convinced that he owes everything to her determined management.
In fact, they are a pair of albatrosses around his neck, crippling handicaps who are destroying his career. Standing on the sidelines are Micky's six sisters and half-sisters, foul-mouthed harridans with that hard, prematurely aged look of poor, hard-drinking, heavy-smoking women. There's also a cowed father trying to help his son but terrified of his wife and of the chorus of harpies she leads.
The group dynamics of this rowdy household are handled by director Russell with great unpatronising skill in his best film for years, though his most conventional. Into this menage comes Charlene (Amy Adams), a tough barmaid at a local saloon, who once had an athletic scholarship to university but dropped out. She's a spirited woman, who gives as good as she gets, and believes she can free Micky from his family shackles. Her uphill struggle appears to be helped when the self-deceiving Dicky is jailed for fraud, assault, theft and attacking the police. He emerges from prison a different, improved man but still a danger to the diffident, dithering Micky.
This is a frighteningly funny, oddly touching movie that never flinches from or attempts to sentimentalise the grotesquely embarrassing Dicky or to turn Micky into a liberated spirit. Both Wahlberg and Bale are excellent in their different registers, as are Melissa Leo and Amy Adams as the differently calibrated women. Bale, Leo and Adams have rightly received Oscar nominations and this is indeed an actors' film that draws its power and moral energy from the interaction of this ensemble. It's more about family than boxing and what's worth bearing in mind is that after the climactic fight, handled with traditional triumphalism � la Rocky, Micky had three murderous encounters with the late Arturo Gatti, all ending with both in hospital. A shot of the real Micky and Dicky included in the film's final credits shows what havoc 20 years in the ring can wreak on a man's face.
Gym Notes: I haven't seen it yet, but word is Margarito's looking good
Tight decision, not a robbery: Hopkins settles for draw with Pascal
Against a fighter 17 years younger, Bernard Hopkins turned in another age-defying performance Saturday in Quebec City. The 45-year-old looked fresh into the final round and outlanded Jean Pascal, but he didn't do enough in the eyes of the judges to walk away with the WBC light heavyweight title.
Hopkins' (51-5-2, 32 KOs) chances were hurt severely at the start of the fight when he hit the deck in the first and third rounds. In a spirited scrap, the knockdowns gave Pascal just enough cushion to retain his belt via majority draw, 114-114, 113-113 and 112-114.
Hopkins was effective to the body in Rounds 5-12 and scored with leaping left hooks on numerous occasions, but he landed his heaviest shots after the fight.
"I dominated the fight. I threw a lot of combinations. I had a lot of energy. He was holding," Hopkins told Showtime announcer Jim Gray. "Look at his face and look at mine. I threw the more crisper shots. He threw more bolo shots."
Steve Morrow, an American judge, gave the win to Hopkins, while Daniel Van de Wiele, a Belgian, scored it 113-113. Canadian Claude Paquette had it 114-114.
The Haitian-born Pascal, who lives in Laval, Quebec, walked away with his belt, while Hopkins was denied the chance to become the oldest world champion in the history of boxing.
"I put on a helluva performance for a 45-year-old man. It's going to be controversy and talks about this. This was a sure enough robbery," Hopkins said. "And this is what hurts the sport. I'm not going to cry over spilt milk. The fans seen it. The fans know what it is."
Hopkins won over the 16,500 in attendance at the Pepsi Coliseum, who booed the decision.
As far as a robbery, Hopkins' passion is understandable, but it was far from a ripoff.
Showtime's crew, Al Bernstein and Antonio Tarver, were split on the fight. Bernstein scored it 114-112 for Hopkins while Tarver had the same score for Pascal. Showtime's press row scorers -- Bernard Fernandez, Albert Ladouceur and Herb Zurkowsky -- gave a split decision to Hopkins.
Yahoo! Sports' lead boxing writer Kevin Iole had it 114-112 for Hopkins. SI.com's Chris Mannix scored it 113-113, while Tim Smith from the N.Y. Daily News had Hopkins 114-112. The Yahoo! boxing blog scored it 114-112 for Pascal.
Showtime's Gray had his mind made up that Hopkins won the fight and aggressively confronted Pascal, asking him how he earned a draw.
"I do believe I won the fight," said Pascal, 28. "That wasn't my best fight but Bernard likes to fight ugly, dirty. It's not that he's that good. He's a tough guy to box. He's always coming with his head."
Hopkins led with his noggin throughout the fight and often ducked. It cost him in the first and third rounds, when Pascal put him down.
The first knockdown punch appeared to be borderline. Hopkins wasn't hurt badly. In the third, Pascal landed a left hook and a left to the chest, while B-Hop was on the ropes. His momentum took him to the ground.
"I don't think [the first-round knockdown] was legitimate; I ain't [going to beef] about it. I'm a warrior. I ain't complaining about it. I got up and fought like a champion," Hopkins said.
"For a 45-year-old, soon to be 46 next month, to put on the kind of performance? I did it after a back-of-the-head knockdown, which was really a slip, but you didn't hear me complain. I got up and fought, and won that last round."
Hopkins has every right to complain, but then he entered silly territory by saying this is why he rarely fights outside the U.S.
"Just because it's a small city in a small poll doesn't mean the votes can't be counted correctly, right? This is the reason that most [American] fighters don't like fighting out of the country. It's because of this," Hopkins said.
Pascal (26-1-1, 16 KOs) scoffed at the assertion that the judges were slanted toward him.
"We got fair judges in Canada," said Pascal.
"One thing about fans, they hear and they watch everything. You don't see Pascal jumping around. You don't see Pascal jumping around joyful," Hopkins said.
Hopkins did outland Pascal 171-105. According to Compubox, he also landed more power shots.
It was a very good performance by a guy who turns 46 on Jan. 15. Hopefully, Hopkins continues to fight and calls out someone like Lucian Bute or the best fighters from the Showtime Super Six, Carl Froch and Andre Ward.
Judah Visits Barringer High School in Newark
Andre Ward to join Everlast on Capitol Hill
Alvarez takes another step toward stardom
Donaire puts big fight at risk by fighting Sidorenko
Someone must've slipped something in Nonito Donaire's Thanksgiving dinner. He's doing the unheard of this Saturday.
With an HBO superfight against Fernando Montiel on the horizon, "The Filipino Flash" is moving up a weight class to take on a former champion this Saturday in Anaheim.
Donaire (24-1, 16 KOs) is already regarded by some as a Top 10 pound-for-pound fighter, but he has yet to get the premium exposure he might deserve. HBO is fired up for the February Donaire-Montiel fight at 118. Donaire, who has surprising power winning six of his last seven by KO or TKO, is prepping for his jump by facing Ukranian bruiser Wladimir Sidorenko (22-2, 7 KOs).
Since a huge win over Vic Darchinyan back in 2007, Nonaire said his recent opponents down at 115, like Hernan Marquez, Manuel Vargas and Rafael Concepcion, were too easy.
"There was a lack of motivation for those fights," Donaire admits. "There was a 'just another day at the office' kind of feeling. That's one of the motivations for the training camp because I'm fighting somebody good, an elite fighter. It does help a lot to be in there with somebody who is going to be really tough."
Donaire will try to become the first opponent to finish Sidorenko.
"We're in there against a tough guy and we have to come up with a good game plan. But Nonito's style and his footwork are perfect for either outboxing this guy and looking great against him, or even trying to go for a knockout if possible," Donaire's assistant trainer Roberto Garcia said. "I know that he's never been down or out, but Nonito has very good power so he can be the first to knock him out."
Donaire isn't worried about focus. He know he's got to get by Sidorenko if he wants that shot on HBO.
"I've never been really motivated like this before. I've never been in as tremendous shape as I am now. I'm in the best shape of my life,' Donaire said. "I want to see where that takes me. I think that being in the best shape gets me to see my real potential in boxing and my ability."
Donaire-Sidorenko is now the main event of this weekend's "In Harm's Way" PPV. Julio Cesar Chavez had to bail from his fight because of the flu. The card also features Humberto Soto against Urbano Antillon.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Boxers of Yesteryear: Johann ?Rukeli? Trollmann
Pacquiao in Baguio City: Training camp begins
Why is it so hard to make big fights? Part II
Video analysis: What's next for Donaire? 'JuanMa' says stay away from 126
Before this weekend's fight, Nonito Donaire was highly regarded at 118 pounds, but after a second-round knockout of Fernando Montiel, the Filipino-American has vaulted to the top of the class. Now there's talk of Donaire jumping to 122 or 126.
Juan Manuel Lopez is the top dog at featherweight. He says Donaire better be careful before jumping eight pounds.
"I think that at 118, he should dominate without any problems and perhaps he can do the same at 122 pounds, but at 126 I think right now it’s a little too much for him," Lopez told BoxingScene.com. "Not only against me, but against [Yuriorkis] Gamboa and against Orlando Salido. So far he’s never felt a blow from a man at 126 pounds. It is not the same. [Donaire] is not a fight I would dismiss. It would be a good fight, but at the right time. Right now, I think he’s not ready [to be at featherweight]."
Yahoo! Sports' lead boxing writer Kevin Iole joined us to talk about the Donaire victory over Montiel and agrees with JuanMa, the hot shot should gradually move to 126.