I did get-out on the town last night. A nice family dinner at an upscale burger joint with amazingly slippery floors and coffee which triggered my IBS. I dressed in my formal black sweatpants and even my formal black hoodie, really and truly putting the suit in sweat-suit. 'Twas a fun time. Then I slept a tick a' winks, now I'm writing this, and now yer all caught-up. Now we shall commence...
Porter's fight 'gainst K.Thurman was a high-point of that calendar year, and the re-match sets up to be as well. As to his row with A.Granados, it got off to a rough-and-tumble start with clinching and telephone-booth tactics. Also fresh outta the gate, Porter used his infamous third fist which only seems to be the top of his head, to open up a cut over the left-eye of Granados. In the second-stanza Showtime used the more orthodox approach of employing his actual fists via a flurry of upper-cuts from in-close and a goodly right zetz before the bell. In short, it was Porter's fight.
Granados found hisself back against the ropes in the third being struck by more upper-cuts and now body-shots, as Porter asserted his domination of this lop-sided but gutsy fight. Come the eighth frame, Porter was fairly beating up his foe. Granados did land some solid shots as the beating cruised to the score-cards, but none really threatened to turn the whupping-tide in his favor. Mayhaps "cruise" is wrong. Tumbled. It tumbled like night after day, onward and onward.
Granados experienced the fight in verily different fashion than myself, the judges, and the crowd in New Yawk attendance. He cried foul; he cried robbery. That's okay. For instance, I think I look just fine wearing sweatpants out into public. "Reality Tunnels," according to drugged-out hippy philosopher Alan Watts. Looking just fine if not finer -- or actually, in reality, and truly fine -- is one Mr. Shawn Porter. Not just because of coming out on the right-side of a tough-go with hard-scrapple opponent, but how it is he found his way there. Back to his fight with Thurman: after the close 115-113 loss on all three cards, he was denied an immediate re-match against his close, personal friend. To earn his mandatory status, he ninth-round slept the two-time world champ, Andre Berto back in April.
Humsoever, Thurman is currently as I said shelved till late winter/early spring with elbow surgery recuperations -- Porter wanted to stay active. This Granados fight was a risking of his mandatory positioning, albeit not a deep one, granted. Granados did, lest we forget though, give Adrien Broner a tough row in February. For whatever the heck that's worth these days. So now the stage seems set and the players cast. Porter is a tough-out to make once, let perfectly alone, twice. I say he's poised to make some noise, and deliver in a delightfully dirty way. I do-so adore me some gamesmanship and a throw-back to days of yore and boy, doth the Lost Wages denizen bring just that.
"18 AGAIN"