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Trudeau vs. Brazeau, or why politics has nothing to do with boxing

- April 2nd, 2012

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, and the rest of you!

I honestly cannot tell what is more hilarious to me: that the national press placed so much importance on a charity boxing match, or that most of said press thought that Trudeau was going to lose and were shocked, oh how they were shocked, that he didn’t.

By way of quick background, Liberal MP Justin Trudeau and Conservative Senator Patrick Brazeau fought three rounds for a cancer charity in Ottawa Saturday night. And good for them. It takes guts that most people do not have to get into the ring in the first place and they used their profile to raise money for a good cause.  Trudeau won by TKO late in the 3rd round after basically using Brazeau’s head as a heavy bag.

Now, what is amusing here is how reporters from Sun News to the National Post, who clearly haven’t ever seen a Rocky movie, let alone actual boxing, picked Brazeau to basically do to Trudeau what Foreman did to Frazier. (And if you don’t get that reference, you probably shouldn’t have been making predictions about boxing. Just sayin’.)

They will tell you that Brazeau looked bigger (he was only a few pounds heavier than his Liberal opponent) that he has a black belt in karate  and was in the army. (uh yah, so what?) . That Trudeau was taller, with a longer reach and had been hanging around boxing gyms his whole life was no never mind to the political pundits who made him a 3 to 1 underdog.1297249171361_ORIGINAL

The truth was Brazeau was  picked because he is a Conservative and Conservatives are big and tough and rah rah rah. Liberals are meek and wimpy and probably made from tofu instead of muscle. So Trudeau had to lose because, you know, Liberals can’t box.

The punditry  about the fight was, to be frank, embarrassingly and hilariously bad. Anyone with even a passing knowledge of the sport would not have favoured Brazeau. He has a black belt? Big deal. Last time I checked, breaking boards and kicking was not allowed in boxing and, the fact of the matter is, most karate schools do not employ full contact sparring. The bit about the army? That would be relevant, I guess, if he boxed in the armed forces. He didn’t, so really, one might as well have said he was also played golf or something.

Trudeau, on the other hand, has been boxing since he was a kid. Never actually fought in the ring, but was in the gym, which gives him a massive edge over someone who wasn’t. Boxing is a balletic craft that takes time to learn. So there is a basic rule when predicting a bout: if one guy has lots of experience and the other guy doesn’t, you don’t pick the noob to win…unless the noob happens to be from Philadelphia. You ALWAYS bet on the fighter from Philadelphia.

The fight itself was sloppy – neither man would last long in a typical club show in St. Catharines – but Trudeau knew enough to open up the can of whup ass on Brazeau, who learned that painful truism about boxing: you play golf, you play tennis. Boxing is the hurt business. You never “play” at boxing at any level of the sport.

Near as I can tell, Brazeau figured that ducking and blocking were against his religion.

It was OBVIOUS this was going to happen, despite some of my Sun media peers gleeful predicting the doom of Trudeau based on his politics. Even the National Post couldn’t admit its silliness afterward, still insisting the non-boxer should have been favoured over the guy who knows boxing because, you know, he looks mean. *sigh*

This is what happens when political commentators decide to talk about the sweet science. You don’t know what you’re doing, boys and girls. Leave it to the pros, ok?

RIP Bert Sugar

- March 27th, 2012

“Boxing is like animals that turn on their young and eat them.” – Bert Sugar

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One of the great pleasures of working in this business for me has me the occasional contact with people whom I’ve admired, particularly in boxing.

Sometimes, like when I met Rubin “Hurricane” Carter, it was a cold splash of reality. The man was nothing like what I expected and I found whatever admiration his public image had created in my mind evaporated like a cup of water on a hot prairie summer day.

Other times, however, the icon is every bit the man you expect. This was the case of boxing writer and commentator, one of the real, original “Mad Men” of marketing and advertising, Bert Sugar. Bert passed away this weekend from cancer.

I interviewed Bert three or four times since I started writing about boxing, and while I cannot claim to know him well, as a professional he was gracious and funny as hell. He was the master of the one liner, being able to draw as much on classical literature as he was his knowledge of boxing history which appeared to stretch back to the original Olympics in ancient Greece – which I think he may well have attended and written about.  He had a singular wit that was both disarmingly charming and still got straight to the point.

When I first interviewed him about the now defunct boxing TV show “The Contender” he mused about how the fight game suffered in the public eye because the heavy weight division, the only one that seems to matter, had faded into obscurity: “You know, if you took the four heavyweight champions, put them in a police lineup in their robes, gloves and trunks, not only would people not know who they were, they wouldn’t know what these guys do for a living.”

I laughed and then he did too, in that infamous strained, wheeze of a cackle no doubt brought on by the constant consumption of cigars.

“You like that, kid?” he said, still laughing. “Make sure you use that. It was a good one, huh? I’ll have to remember it.”

Later, when I talked to him about the Bernard Hopkins vs. Jean Pascal title fight in Montreal, he summed up the seemingly timeless career of Hopkins (who later won the fight to become the oldest legit boxing champion in history) he said: “You never know when Hopkins will turn into Dorian Gray and just age right before our eyes. But keep in mind he has been written off more times than the national debt.”

The era of boxing writers – hell, of newspaper writers in general – who even know who Dorian Grey is has long since passed. I cannot name a single writer or commentator out there who had Bert’s grasp of metaphor. As writers, we all appear as pygmies by comparison. I’ve learned more about the history of boxing, and how to write about it, from Bert than from anyone else.

What was more striking and often more memorable to me, though, were the things he said that never made it to print in my copy. We talked once for more than an hour after an interview about his previous career in marketing and advertising, including business he did with the company that presently employees me. We weren’t buddies – Bert honestly didn’t know me from a stranger who passed him in the street. But he spoke to me as though we’d known each other for years. He regaled me with stories he probably told others a dozen times over, but always with a mischievous lilt that suggested what I was hearing was for my ears only.

“Good talking to you, kid. Call me anytime. I’m always here for you if you need me,” he’d say after every conversation.

In May, some of my boxing work is up for an Ontario Newspaper Award – it is not to much to say anything about the sport I’ve writing that is worthy of note is due, in part, from lessons learned from Bert Sugar. So I’ll be sure to wear my fedora and smoke a cigar for him at the awards dinner.

Thursday hodgepodge: new website and big boxing bouts that just aren’t.

- February 23rd, 2012

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, and the rest of you!

Ok so first things first, my pretties: the Standard FINALLY has a revamped webpage.  The  face life and redesign that should make it easier and more fun to read the stories of your favorite local reporters – like devilishly handsome writers  with Quebecois names who hail from Alberta perhaps? Anyway, since you are here you know the link, but just in case, check out www.stcatharinesstandard.ca and let us know what you think.

Now, onto other stuff bouncing around in my head. I don’t watch a lot of sports. Honestly, most of it bores me. Not as much as Glee, but close. Something like the Superbowl, to me, is like having some kind of anesthetizing agent injected directly into my brain. The one exception to the rule is boxing, the best sport here is. You could argue with me on this point, and you would be wrong. (Golf fans: don’t even bother making a case for your game. Walking about a manicured lawn knocking a wee ball into a hole with clubs someone else carries for you lacks not only drama, but a pulse. Twain was right. Golf is a pleasant walk spoiled. Go hang out with the guys who like lawn darts and televised poker.)

However, I have to despair a little about the big fights coming up soon, because they just aren’t. Big I mean. They are approximations of big. Yes, Manny Pacquiao will make a gazillion dollars fighting Tim Bradley in June and Floyd Mayweather will make probably more fighting the always game Miguel Cotto in May. But THE fight is Pacquaio vs. Mayweather. We all know it. And it just never seems to come together for reasons what would be the subject for another day.

So, what will the upcoming fights look like? Prediction time:

Mayweather vs. Cotto: Mayweather by clear decision.

Look, yes Cotto has looked great since Pacquiao beat the unholy hell of him a few years ago. And his demolition of the hated Antonio Margarito was impressive. And yes, he is bigger and stronger than Mayweather. But don’t buy into the hype. Cotto’s only chance to blast Mayweather with something huge to hurt or knock him out QED. A puncher’s chance.

Watch Cotto’s fights. He will stand and brawl if he has to, but his style is to step back, let you come forward and catch you coming in. He is not a counter puncher, al la Mayweather or Marquez – the two best counter punchers in the game today – but he uses his step back and fire style to set his opponent up. And it’s worked very well for him. But Mayweather isn’t going to chase Cotto. He isn’t going to hunt him down. He is going to step back himself, force Cotto to come forward and counter punch him to death – like he does everyone else. Look at Cotto’s fight against Pacquiao. Pacman didn’t need to bull rush him. He made Cotto come forward, and Cotto got caught up in the Pacman buzzsaw.

Mayweather will not likely knock Cotto out, he doesn’t have the power or sustained attack to put down a guy like like that, but he will out point him easily over 12 rounds.

Manny Pacquaio vs. Tim Bradley: TKO by round 9

Forget how Pacquaio looked against Marquez. Marquez is a counter puncher – the one style Manny simply cannot cope well with. (which is why should he ever fight Mayweather, Pacman has to be the underdog by a wide margin). Any fighter who stands with Pacquiao, or come forward, gets mulched. They walked into a blizzard of punches that come from weird angles and – provided Pacman has figured out his leg cramping problem which plagued him and slowed him down in his last two fights – he isn’t there to be hit much.

Bradley is a very very good fighter. Would ruin me inside a few rounds. But he is a straight ahead, come forward puncher. Tailor made for Manny Pacquiao. So unless Bradley suddenly developed new skills, or Pacquiao really is a force in serious decline as his critics say, it’s going to be an easy night for the Pacman. Bradley will learn a painful lesson about allowing himself to be used as cannon fodder.

The man who took the hurt: R.I.P “Smokin” Joe Frazier.

- November 8th, 2011

“He was man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again.” – Hamlet”, Act 1 scene 2.

It’s a strange thing when one of your childhood heroes dies. It’s a reminder, ultimately, of your own mortality, of the shortness and unfairness of life which necessitates us to live in the now, with the people who make our lives a little better. Because sooner or later, it will all be gone.

I am not old enough to have seen Joe Frazier fight, either in person or live on television. By the time I was old enough to put on my first pair of boxing gloves, Frazier had retired and his career was the stuff of legend. I watched his fights as a kid unable to really comprehend what it was I was seeing. But there was something compelling about the man, about the way he carried himself, never quit, and was always forever moving forward. I would not understand until much later the significant lesson in all of that.

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Muhammad Ali, left and, Smokin Joe Frazier. Forever linked.

Frazier died of liver cancer yesterday at the age of 67.  The tributes, many written by reporters who never saw a film of the man box, will talk about his tenure as heavyweight champion when boxing really mattered in American life. They will all talk about how his three fights with Muhammad Ali will forever link the pair together.

A few will mention what is often forgotten – that Ali’s cruel treatment of Frazier murdered their friendship before their first fight, and while Ali rose to the status of an international icon and still reaps the financial rewards of that, Frazier faded to black, broke, living in a hovel above the Philadelphia ghetto gym where he trained young boxers and gave the occasional interview about his glory days.

“Smokin’” Joe, also know to his friends as “Boot”, was Rocky Baloba before Stallone wrote his screenplay. He came up from nothing, worked in a slaughter house and ran the streets of Philadelphia every morning. He didn’t like the hand life dealt him, so he worked hard to change what could be changed.

What mattered to me, though, was not the titles, but how the man carried himself. Frazier understood, perhaps better than anyone else who ever stepped alone into the ring, that sometimes the only way to move forward in life was to take the hurt. Take the pain, live with it, absorb it deep in a place you never talk about, and move forward to do what you need to do. You may not like it, you may wish things were different, you may want to run from it or crawl up into a ball and hide, but you can’t. You take the hurt, fight through it to change what needs changing if you really want a life for yourself. You take it so that, if nothing else, you can still stand up and say “I am.”

He was not blessed with Ali’s physical gifts, or his mouth (Although Frazier could play the guitar and sing fairly well – and I always have to respect the combination of a musician and fighter.) But he made up for it by sheer force of will and effort.

Fraizer’s legacy will always be measures against his fights with Ali, but to me, the man’s fighting spirit matters most. His life was not a fairy-tale, but it was a life worth something.

Remember, remember the 5th of November: Bute vs. Johnson!!

- November 1st, 2011

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens, boxing fans and the rest of you!

So I am taking my boxing coverage back on the highway this week for the Lucian Bute vs. Glen Johnson IBF Super middle weight title fight at the Pepsi Coliseum in Quebec City this Saturday.

Quebec-based champion Bute, originally from Romania, faces Johnson, AKA The Road Warrior, who recently lost a hotly contested fight with WBC Super Middle champ Carol Froch. Bute, 31, is largely considered to be a favorite against the 42-year-old veteran who fights with a nimbus of the magic of Light Heavy Weight champ, 47-year-old Bernard Hopkins. Nonetheless, Johnson may well be the toughest opponent yet faced by Bute. It’s also another fight establishing Quebec as a major centre for professional boxing in North America.

I’ll be covering the weigh-in Friday and then be at ringside for the fight itself on Saturday night. As I did for the Hopkins-Pascal light heavy weight championship fight in May in Montreal, I will be tweeting round by round from the undercards to the final round. So stay tuned to my twitter account where I will also post links to stories as they go online this week.

See you ringside.

And we’re back! Walking in heels and boxing for MS

- August 30th, 2011

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens and the rest of you!

The blog’s been quiet lately because I was away on vacation enjoy life away from the newsroom. There is lots going on and an election coming up, so expect lots of ranty fun from the Grant Rant blog.

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Terry Fowler and I before last year's "Walk a Mile in Her Shoes."

In the meantime, here are a couple of quick notes for you. First, I’ll be boxing again for the first time in two years on Oct. 14 at the Merritton Community Centre for the “Fight for Murphy” event. It’s a charity event to support Keith Murphy, a long time boxing trainer and mentor to generations of local kids who is struggling with MS. So please, come on out and support a good cause. There is a silent and Chinese auction and “white collar” boxing – regular people from the community who are stepping into the ring for the first time to support the cause. Should be a great night.

The other note is a reminder that “Walk a Mile in her shoes is coming up on Oct. 1 to raise funds for Gillian’s Place, the local shelter for abused women. I took part as a member of team Fight Fight last year and will be slipping on high heels to do it again. Gillian’s place put out a calender to promote the event over the weekend and this week have launched the “Are you man enough” campaign of video vignettes on Youtube. The first one is already up so be sure to check them out here.( Leader of team Fight Fit – Terry Fowler – is featured on both the calender and the videos.)

In the meantime, and in between time, check out a short clip of me training with Chris Chui Pineda for the upcoming fight.

Awesome and freaky: baby boxer

- June 16th, 2011

So this is a video of a three year old doing boxing drills with what is probably his dad. It’s not a cute video of a little kid with over sized gloves swinging away. The boy moves like a fighter. It’s….odd. For those of you who know boxing, you’ll notice he gets his elbows up on the hooks, pivots his right leg when he throws the cross and turns his hand over when he lands his punches. He also manages to slip and counter…there are adults who box in gyms regularly that don’t this good.

Food Bank Diet: “I did this on hash, Joe. Imagine what I could do on steak.”

- June 1st, 2011

There’s a scene in the wonderful film Cinderella Man when down-on-his-luck Depression era heavy weight James Braddock is in his hovel of a home with his wife and kids. He has a fight coming up and needs to eat something to stay strong. The only thing the family has is some baloney. The kids eat their share and are still hungry, so Braddock, over the protests of his wife, gives his food to the children.

It’s not just a scene from Hollywood. It’s reality for more people than you think. For people right here in St. Catharines.

I’ve been doing the Food Bank Diet with a few other members of the community to try and raise awareness of the issue of hunger in Niagara, to give readers a sense of what its like to live on food bank rations and hopefully, drum up some support for our own local food bank Community Care of St. Catharines and Thorold.

I’ll be addressing some of the more, shall we say, vitriolic feedback from some readers  (which consists mostly of attacks on poor people and those who try to help their fellow residents) later this week. For now, I just want to draw your attention to one particular woman who wrote to2005_cinderella_man_wallpaper_010 me today.

I got an email from a single mom who does what Jim Braddock did ever day of the week. She said she only eats one meal a day in order to make sure there is enough food in the house for her kids to eat three squares.

She had a good paying job,  but fell upon hard times because of some medical issues and was eventually laid off. She now faces the grim reality of trying to make ends meet, including going to the food bank. She’s even had to make choices like choosing between toothpaste and soap because she could not afford to get both.

She continues to look for work, but in the meantime has to support her kids. And for now at least, that means going hungry so they can eat.

So maybe before some of you spout off about how awful and lazy poor people are, you might want to consider a bigger picture.

Of course, living as she does means the woman’s own physical resources are taxed. She used to run and cycle all the time, something she cannot do on a single meal a day. In the long run, that will take a toll and impact everything she does.

In Cinderella Man, Braddock eventually gets a meal before a fight that turns his life around – a handful of hash. He wins, telling his trainer. “I did this on hash, Joe. Imagine what I could do on steak.” Diet is not a joke. It’s not a laughing matter and for those on the low end of the economic scale, it’s a hard thing to manage. Bad enough they need to turn to a food bank and live on a shoe string, but the food they do get is not enough in terms of quantity and quality.

Which is the real tragedy of it. Because sometimes all a person needs is some hash to turn their lives around.

History made in Montreal – Hopkins boxing’s oldest champ

- May 26th, 2011

So while the followers of Harold Camping were busy waiting for the world to end, I was ring side in Montreal at the unbelievable Jean Pascal, 28, vs. Bernard243201_10150780490055001_719940000_18841377_7000591_o Hopkins,46, light heavy-weight title fight. Hopkins won and  and became the oldest man to ever win a legit boxing title.

I will tell you this: you NEVER really seen a big time sporting event until you see one in Montreal. You could argue with me, but you would be wrong.

If you did not catch my coverage from the fight, you can read it here:

Is Hopkins Past His BestBefore date?

Hopkins, Pascal, make weight Zewski knocks out Galvan

Dawson too quick for Diaconu

Hopkins becomes boxings oldest champ Boxing history made, so what now?

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my view from the press row in the Bell Centre

Boxing vs. Trampoline: Round 2 – survival of the fittest.

- March 4th, 2011

Greetings heathens, zealots, web denizens and the rest of you!

As you may recall a recent decision by the Canada Winter Games to give boxing the boot in favour of trampoline (withering sigh) ruffled my feathers somewhat.

My argument was basically this: boxing is a vastly superior sport – I actually have hard time considering trampoline a sport in any real sense anyway – is a truly global sport, unlikely trampoline, and is the biggest draw at the games. Moreover, Canada’s rather weak national boxing program, often its own worst enemy, needs the games as a way to help it improve.

And yes, I did mock trampoline as a sport. To wit:

I’ve never understood trampoline as a competitive event. It’s always struck me as gymnastics for gymnasts and divers that didn’t quite make it. To put it another way trampoline is to sport what air guitar is to chess. Sure it might be a bit of fun, but it’s not exactly one of the great endeavors of the species.

I might also have later called trampoline as a sport “dopey.”

This assessment has annoyed a few trampolining types. In particular Keiran Crouch, a competitive trampoliner from North Bay who responded to my rant about the winter games with a passionate defense of trampoline by saying, in part, that trampoline didn’t do anything to me, it’s fun, kids like it, it helps keep them active so they don’t morph into little Jabba’s and he has a six pack! Shazam!

He also suggests I watch Youtube videos of Canuck trampoline champ Jason Burnett, because if I did it would surely change my point of view.

Well in fairness to young Keiran, here is Burnett in action. Witness the drama!

Consider me officially….underwhelmed. Ok, yes, I can say with a high degree of certainty that if I tried even one of Mr. Burnett’s daredevil flips I would break my neck and spend my days drooling and eating pre-blended steaks.

That said, even recognizing the obvious talent of someone like Burnett, I still don’t think that trampoline is a sport that ought to have replaced boxing. Boxing should not have been given the boot in the first place, but if it had to go, trampoline simply isn’t a worthy successor.

As a spectator sport it lacks everything boxing has: compelling personal stories, high drama and the testing of the human body and spirit that is exactly what the games (based off of the Olympics after all) are supposed to be about. Legendary trainer Teddy Atlas (whose commentary can be heard on the recently released Fight Night Champion. Let me know when trampoline gets its own top selling video game) calls the boxing ring “the chamber of truth.” Once you are in the ring, under fire, there is nowhere to hide from yourself. Who and what you really are will emerge whether you want it to or not.

Compare the beyond (I will say interesting) performance of Burnett to the high drama of something like Gatti vs. Ward I:

But let us for a moment consider something that young Keiran said about fitness. Trampoline is fun (hard to argue against that) and it helps keep kids fit. Well, those are both great things. Certainly, in a time in which kids exercise less, fill their bodies with junk and spend more time playing something like Fight Night than they do working out in the gym. So Keiran has a point…only to a point.

Yes, any kind of exercise is better than no exercise. But as I have argued before, setting the bar low doesn’t get us very far. I mean, its like the new national fitness standards which appeared to designed to get people doing SOMETHING, but the bar is so low that something is pretty close to nothing.

Now to be fair to Keiran and the trampoline crowd, what they do has to be well above the national standards. But where does it rank among other activities, and boxing in particular?

Not very well.

I came across this study, thanks to my trainer Terry Fowler over at Fight Fit in St. Catharines, that ranked the physical demands of 60 sports against each other to find out which was the most difficult sport in the world.  ESPN got a gaggle of scientists together to measure demands on strength, agility, endurance, and to eye coordination and other indicators. Boxing won by a knockout.

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You don't see them doing this in trampoline!

Hockey, wrestling, football and basketball ranked near the top after boxing. Gymnastics, the vastly more difficult cousin of trampoline (which is not ranked at all) ranked a distant 8th. And given that gymnastics requires insane feats of strength like the iron cross on the still-rings, it’s not really fair to compare it trampoline. By my non-scientific eye, it would be closer to cheer-leading, which ranked 52 out of 60.

So it’s true, doing trampoline is better for you than say, eating a bag of cookies, but if the goal is get kids fit and healthy – and do it in venue that can inspire them onto to great things – then boxing is a measurably better fit that trampoline and yet another reason why it should not have been booted from the games. I am sure the committee could find it in its heart to include both, but if a choice has to be made, the chamber of truth should win out.

(By the way, there is a online petition going around to try and get the game’s committee to change it’s mind. Check out here.)

So, now that we have seen the admittedly amazing Mr. Burnett in action, I give you Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Shane Mosely, who are titans by comparison: