Madison Square Garden
October 2, 2004
Trinidad vs. Mayorga
level of anticipation reminded me of waiting for a rocket to fall out of the
Iraqi sky during the Gulf War. Finally after all the hoopla, it was time for the
only bout I wanted to see. Ricardo “El Matador “Mayorga came out with orange
hair, and black trucks. Felix Trinidad wore red trucks. Both boxers looked
confident and determined.
I gotta say I
was more than a little concerned for Felix, who had been away for over two
years, to be stepping into the ring with the likes of Mayorga. The only thing
more audacious then Mayorga’s mouth is his willingness to trade shots. Felix
soon removed my doubts, because he came in smoking, throwing clear, crisp, sharp
punches and landing with ease. He moved gracefully, smoothly, like a round,
sliding into the chamber of a gun. Tito wasted no time in sighting in on his
opponent and scoring bulls eyes almost at will. Mayorga who had been talking up
a storm looked like an amateur, swinging his arms like a novice demonstrating no
fundamentals, no technique and no conditioning. I was shocked to see that after
the first round he was already winded. While Felix, looked sharp, even more
confident and relaxed. The crowd which may have been as much as 50 percent
Puerto Rican cheered Tito and nearly lifted the roof with their applause.
I did not actually count the
number of punches that Tito landed, but it seemed like he hit the trash talking
Mayorga about a hundred times each round. I’ve never been a fan of Ricardo
Mayorga, who according to Ring Magazine smoked a cigarette during the Olympics
while wearing his headgear. Along with many other fighters, it was my dream to
fight in the Olympics, to have someone disrespect it so, did little to enlist me
as his supporter. I’ve always held such self-destructive people in contempt,
not because they offend me, but because they bring shame on the sport I love.
Felix came into the fight with
41 wins, one loss and 34 KOs, a great record, while Mayorga boasted 27 wins, 4
losses and 23 KOs; both impressive records. However Mayorga’s style, lack of
boxing skill, brawler mentality, and thuggish manner cast a shadow over his
accomplishments. Mayorga who comes form Nicaragua’s mean streets is often
compared to Mike Tyson, whose ability to get into trouble is only out done by
his terrible business sense. No one can dispute Mayorga’s suicidal abandon or
his great chin. He can take a shot, however he lacks defense, has terrible
footwork, and never puts his weight behind his punches. He swings his arms like
a monkey, never pivots when he hooks, and is therefore out of punching position.
He has the characteristics of a street dog and possesses an unbelievable ability
to offend 90 % of everyone he meets. He is rude, blatantly disrespectful and is
completely detached from any understanding of the impact of his words or
behavior. I can’t think of any reason to watch him, except the hope of
watching him take a beating.
I gotta wonder how in the world
did someone reach these heights without learning how to box. Mayorga like Jones,
Hasim and other natural athletes with great balance and hand speed, eventually
reach their level of incompetence. Jones, who mouth was usually backed up with
his fists, survived a very long time, before someone got his number. Prince
Hasim, the English clown, lasted only until he met a boxer. Ricardo swung his
arms like a monkey swinging form tree to tree while absorbing punishment. Felix,
demonstrated quality as he systemically destroyed Mayorga. To add insult to
injury, Mayorga is now under indictment for an alleged raped he committed in
Nicaragua. In his desperation Ricardo actually hopped into the air as he
attempted to land a punch, making him appear even less a warrior and more the
fool. The poor fool never even learned how to punch effectively.
Tito, unleashed four and six
punch combinations that left Mayorga stunned and completely discredited in front
of millions. He endured, and suffered a terrible, humiliating beating at the
hands of a man who had been absent from boxing for over two years. Mayorga’s
cockiness continued, but it was more a matter of habitual behavior, because
anyone watching including himself, had to have known he was getting a major butt
whipping. They say old habits are hard to break, watching him take a beating, it
way past time to teach that dog new tricks.
Mayorga continue to deteriorate
and proved to the world that arrogance, and disrespect for the sport that made
him rich, had finally caught up with him. Tito landed six and seven punch
combinations, leaving Ricardo completely defeated. The clown role he has been
playing along with his Tyson mentality brought him exactly what he deserved.
By round five Mayorga proved he
knew even less about boxing than he knows about life. His tendency to want to
solve everything by hitting it failed, as he swung his arms around, missing and
being completely overwhelmed. It is difficult to be kind, or make a positive
observation about someone who enters the ring without proper preparation and
total disregard for the sport. As Ricardo withered, Tito, assumed a hunter
mentality and calmly took his shots, gradually destroying what little
self-respect Mayorga might have had left.
By the end of the seven round
Mayorga appeared to be a dying man, stumbling towards his corner, spitting out
his mouthpiece and demonstrating none of the qualities which this sport demands.
Mayorga’s corner, knowing he was loosing, began shouting at him all at once,
while he appeared out of it completely. Ricardo was is deep water, with no
knowledge of what to do or how to do it. It was judgment day. He had been
measured and found unfit, unqualified and unworthy of the privilege of calling
himself a fighter.
Tito began throwing body shots
and never ending left hooks, while Mayorga, never lifted his right hand,
parried, blocked or slipped a punch. The street thug, who had insulted Tito’s
family and boxing via his poor behavior was handed a sound beating. The low blow
that landed on his hip gave him a small reprieve and allowed him to regain some
o this composure, but not enough to make any difference. I’ve never cared for
boxers who brawl and swing from the outside.
Tito took his time, shooting straight shots down the middle, landing
almost 100% of everything he threw.
I’ve told my fighters many
times, “you will fight the way you train”. I gotta wonder who is coach is,
and why he was allowed to continue without learning fundamentals. I gotta blame
the coach for cosigning Ricardo’s terrible conditioning as well as his sorry
excuse for what he calls training. I’ve had similar disagreements with other
coaches such Emmanuel Stewart, a man I once respected. I believe it comes down
to the money. Fighters don’t want to hear what they need to hear, they just
want someone to take what tools they have and make them work. Well, it doesn’t
work like that way. A trainer is like a doctor in many respects. He must give
the fighter what he needs, not what he wants. A coach can not compromise his
standards, once one does, he is no better than a prostitute, worse than that,
once you make money you ultimate reward, you surrender the passion, the love and
the honesty required to be a real trainer. No one is saying money is not
important, but at the same time its not all important, if it were, rich men
would not want to be President. Look at Cheney and Bush. They already had money,
they also needed the media and two dozens ass kissers to make them feel special.
The eighth round proved to be
the ultimate humiliation for the once cocky Mayorga, who was knocked down three
times after absorbing a terrible beating, the likes I have not witnessed in a
very long time. Tito, tattooed him via a twenty-five punch barrage, throwing
shots at Ricardo, like a machine gunner. No mercy, and no reprieve were offered.
Tito Trinidad confirmed beyond any doubt that he was back. While Mayorga, the
punk, trash talking idiot, who brought shame to boxing received the ass kicking
he so richly deserved. I tip my hat to Felix Trinidad and offer a salute.
I feel that boxing has been
pardoned, at least temporally. It’s as if good has triumphed over evil, even
if it’s only for a little while. All seems to be in its place, the storm and
dark clouds that have always haunted boxing have momentarily been lifted. There
are few words I could say to Felix, aside from a heart felt congratulations. I
feel as if I owe him a personal debt for having removed a torn from my side, by
knocking the crap out of a street punk, who had only smeared dung on the sport I
Once again, I gotta say
“Thank God for Boxing”