This blog contains travel tales and sundry stories of 100 words or less.
The Greatest
Sunday, November 22, 2009
MGM Grand
He was a respected fighter, a reigning champ. But he was downed in the 3rd by a right, then by the killer left hook in the 4th. Those 2 knockdowns dictated the tempo of the rest of the fight, which was total domination. Cotto was clobbered, bashed, hammered and beaten by that son of a speeding bullet who stood still in the middle of the ring twice, first to test his opponent’s strength, and once again in exasperation in pursuing a fleeing fighter. He is considered the greatest fighter ever lived, and I need not even mention his name. Phenomenal.
