It was a vintage look, the Leo Santa Cruz equivalent of bellbottom jeans, ghastly pink leg warmers or some crusty old concert tee that hipsters pay too much for at second-hand shops.
As Julio Ceja struggled to catch his breath, 13,109 pairs of lungs did the same. There Ceja was, down on the canvas, the crowd surrounding him in the opposite stance.
Four months after the fact, the disbelief in his voice remains as thick as one of his pony keg-sized biceps.
Alexis Santiago's nickname came from a childhood joke. On Tuesday night, his fists continued to silence any laughs.
With newborn twins at home, Anthony Dirrell is balancing diaper duty with decking dudes for a living
When your job entails cracking grown men in the mouth with enough force to send Chiclets slaloming down throats like clumsy snow boarders tumbling down a mountainside, you need your rest. And yet that’s something that fathers of 3-month-old twins get little of.
He didn’t even shoot his target a glance upon shooting his right hand. “I didn’t have to look at him,” Deontay Wilder explains, reflecting on the inevitability of flesh meeting canvas. “I knew he was going down.”
It was just his ninth pro bout, and already he was being featured on ESPN’s “Friday Night Fights,” with famed boxing trainer/commentator/fireman Teddy Atlas opening a hydrant of superlatives on the young fighter before him.
He says the boxing ring is one of the only places he feels truly safe. His opponents can’t say the same.