These old eyes got a real workout over the weekend. Watched several scraps on
Friday and Saturday nights then ATTENDED a show Saturday. Luckily the fights I attended were just 10 minutes from my home here in Lancaster. More on that later.
Flint Michigan, 11/17/2017- Always interesting to see any of the shit talking Dirrell fighters in action. You can almost PREDICT some funny shit will jump off, like when Andre Dirrell’s coach jumped into the ring, suckered punched a fighter, then ran from the law like a female doggy. A real bad ass, right? To this day, I don’t know HOW that fighter let a TRAINER get away with that shit. It’s either some shit like that or they’ll be in a tough fight and try to get the opponent dq’d on some bullshit. On tonight’s card, Anthony Dirrell (30-1-1D-24K) faced Denis ( Momma’s Boy) Douglin. I’m 75 now and I don’t know how long it’s gonna’ take for me to get used to a fighter being trained by his mom, as was Douglin (20-5-12K). This was a rough and tumble affair with an ‘anything goes’ type of understanding. The hard hitting Dirrell had his hands full with the crouching, awkward Momma’s Boy. There were several head butts, with one opening up a cut over Anthony’s left eye that gave him all sorts of issues. I said “aha”, NOW we have a reason for some funny style Dirrell shit to happen. Several times the doctor checked out the Dog, as Anthony calls himself. I don’t know what momma was saying in the corner but it must not have been for Douglin to keep his head away from Dirrell’s big right hand. Douglin’s downfall started in round four when he was shaken up by Dirrell’s right. He remained upright and continued the scrap but the doctor decided the head butt induced cuts were too much for Dirrell to overcome. He was ahead on the cards, so there was no real controversy, besides a little skirmish ringside following the stoppage, involving Momma’s Boy’s Momma. I was wondering what happens now, does her son give HER instructions?
Jamontay Clark (12-0-7K) faced Domonique Dolton (19-1-1-10K) in a junior middleweight tussle. This was another rugged affair with both guys taking turns landing their shots The tall, lanky Clark was intent on keeping the pplodding Dolton outta’ his kitchen and did so for the first few rounds, using a long, snakelike right jab. By the fourth round, Dolton was closing real estate and started having success, pinning Clark on the ropes. A nasty cut caused by an accidental butt, was opened over Clark’s right eye, providing an inviting target for Dolton. The two fought on pretty even terms the rest of the way and Clark kept his ‘0’ via a unanimous eight round verdict. On another entertaining hookup on this PBC card, Ryan (Cowboy) Karl (14-1-9K) corralled hard charging Kareem Martin. The stocky, muscular Martin (9-1-1D-3K) emerged from his corner with his drawers on fire as he immediately found the Cowboy with big right hands. Karl, starting slowly was an easy target and I thought he’d better call for his posse to get Mr. Muscles off his case. Round’s end, however, found the Cowboy getting tired of that shit and started firing back, slowing Martin’s roll for a second. Karl suffered an early bloody nose and Martin incurred a cut over his right eye. There was a lotta’ shit goin’ on and this after only two rounds. Martin’s ill advised ‘go for it’ attitude saw him slowing down in the fourth. His aspirations of an early ko cost him, as the Cowboy smartly started emptying his tank with hard body shots. By the seventh the issue became, could Martin stay erect until the final bell. He did, but just barely as he was wobbled badly in the seventh and eighth rounds, sealing the deal for Karl. The call was unanimous for Karl as he rode off into the sunset.
PEC Center, 11-18/17- Lancaster. This is always a treat for WCB as it’s only a ten minute drive. Plus, I usually know most of the fighters on the card. In the opener, my good buddy Jose Mejia (1-6-1K), just didn’t seem interested tonight. I see Jose in the gym all the time, he’s a warrior and doesn’t mind mixing shit up. Tonight, however, somebody else showed up using Jose’s name. There was no fire, no energy and no passion. And whatever his problems were, his opponent, the debuting Joshua Aispuro’s attitude was’ they’re YOURS, not mine, and proceeded to attack Mejia from gate, forcing him to the ropes and unloading. Jose’s lost before but never without a fight, tonight was different. He was forced from one side of the ring to the other and people, behind me were yelling, “ come on, Jose fight back, man”. True enough, not ALL of Joshue’s shots landed but enough of them did and with Jose offering any kind of resistance, ref Raukl Caiz Jr. was presented with no option than to call a halt at .59 seconds of the opening round. Palmdale’s rugged, crowd pleasing brawler, Danny Fabela (2-3) was next up, going against Victorville’s Javier Rodriguez (0-1). Javier stormed outta’ his corner like he had prior commitments as he threw bombs in Danny’s direction. Javier is a brutish kinda’ guy but really only had ko on his mind and this thought process often get guys in trouble. Lots of these young guys think, ‘if I can do 6-8 hard rounds in the gym, I KNOW can go hard for four rounds’. He did have some early success with his home run shots catching Danny by surprised. But Danny is rugged and hitched up his shorts and and ‘well shit then, let’s DO this’, and it was ON. The crowd was loving it. Danny checked the free firing Rodriguez at the end of the first round with a series of shots and immediately got his respect. Javier’s a slow learner, I guess because he tried that same shit in the second and THIS time Danny REALLY wasn’t having it, drilling hard shots to the ribs of Javier. They went toes for nearly the entire round and at the bell, Javier seemed to know he wasn’t close to any service stations. Round three saw the rampaging Fabela working on all cylinders as he really started punishing a winded and retreating Rodriguez, looking for a ko. The two game youngsters carried on right up to the final bell where a ‘feeling myself’ Fabela dropped his hands and was immediately punched in his mouth at the final bell. The decision was a no brainer as the Palmdale puncher won unanimously. Jordan Harris (3-0-1K) also from Palmdale got a whole lot more than he bargained for from the sharp, hard punching, Samuel Yniguez (4-5-4K) Harris came out pressing as the calm calculating Yniguez circled patiently, like a hawk. Suddenly, Samuel uncorked a lightening left hook shaking harris all the way to Palmdale. He was badly hurt and I saw no way he was gonna’ finish on his feet, the way he wobbled back to his stool. I don’t think he ever recovered from that shot and there was more where THAT came from. In round two, Harris was dropped by a straight right hand and somehow got up. He was attacked and tried to fight back but was just overmatched. The hammer dropped in round three as a big left hook dropped harris and he almost rolled outta’ the ring, he was DONE, but ref Caiz Jr. obviously didn’t think so, directing an out of it Harris back into the eye of the hurricane. Three punches later, Caiz, Jr. got the memo and jumped in long after the crowd was yelling, “ stop the fight, ref”. Yniguez is an impressive looking prospect and I wanna’ see more. Time of the rescue was 2:32 of round three. Lightweight Juan Funez (10-0-1D-4K) wasn’t as sharp as I’d seen before and struggled more than he should have against a guy that had lost 14 fights and with only a single ko on his slate. Alejandro Ochoa (8-14-2D-1K) Ochoa has been in there before and knew his way around and knew how to keep the youngster from getting ‘too happy’ in there. Funez, was patient, maybe too patient and let Ochoa go wherever he wanted in the ring. Funez would often find his rump parked on the ropes while Ochoa flailed away with both hands. Funez was trying to counter but Ochoa wasn’t making too much available. After all his wild swinging, Ochoa started to fade in round five. Funez didn’t seem to have enough to finish the job even though he dropped the ‘ol vet with a looping left in the final round, cementing his unanimous verdict. In the semi main, popular heavyweight , Avery Gibson (8-6-1-2K) could’ve mailed this one in. His opponent was a roly poly dude that should’ve just saved his trainer’s gas money. Gibson’s hapless opponent Enrique Gastelum (6-2-4K) wasn’t working with too much. He was wild, clumsy and without any REAL skills to discuss. He just lowered his head and seemed to hope he didn’t get hurt TOO badly. He was no match for Avery and to be honest, these kinda’ guys don’t do Avery any good. After a so-so opening round, Gibson started to drop the heavy artillery on Gastelum, to the delight of his adoring fans, dropping his opponent twice, causing the ref to intervene. In the main event, crowd favorite, unbeaten Poula Estrada, tall, rangy and quick was in deep tonight against Araceli Palacios (8-8-1K). This was a hard fight and I’d been waiting to see Poula in a war. She’d pretty much easily outclassed her opponents I’d seen her with. Tonight, she was in a dog fight with a lady that was coming to GET her. The aggressive, hard punching Palacios made Paulo FIGHT. Paulo is a skilled switch hitter, more boxer than banger. There were several times while she was getting her sets off, Palacios would nail her, snapping her head back. Estrada can take it though and used all her boxing skills for the entire six rounds. Estrada piled up the points while her opponent scored the power shots. This was a really good scrap that screams ‘REMATCH’ The pro Estrada crowd was on its feet but were concerned at times with her getting caught with more clean shots than they’re accustomed to seeing. I was asked by a few people “ who do you think won”? That tells me how close this fight was. I said, “ Paulo landed the most punches but her opponent was the aggressor and landed the bigger shots and we ARE in Paulo’s home town. Paulo was awarded a unanimous decision with one BLIND judge giving her all SIX rounds. If the judges are gonna’ do that, at least make it LOOK good. Nobody can say (imo) that Paulo won easily tonight. This was an outstanding fight and as the Staples Singers said, ‘Let’s Do It Again’. As is always the case, the Estrada-Roman team put on a crowd pleasing show. Next time, I’m bringing my on press table.
11/18/17-Las Vegas. I was hoping I was hearing things last night when they announced Adalaide Byrd was BACK at the scorer’s table. Can you BELIEVE that shit? I know BOUNCE is hard to find on a lotta’ cable channels and I guess the Nevada Commission felt this was a good place to hide her but I heard it. In one fight on the J Rock Williams-Ishe Smith undercard, there was a fighter named Tugstsogt Nyambayar (8-0-8K) against Harmonito DelaTorre. Now, Ms. Byrd really should ONLY judge fighters named Bob Smith and Joe Jones and let ONE be White and the OTHER, Black, THAT way she’ll know the damn difference. Now with THAT said, the fight between Nyambayar and DelaTorre was a real corker with both guys getting dropped along the way and rattled on a few occasions. Nyambayar has a funky, herky jerky style that is hard to time. He can strike from odd angles AND he punches well. Also, Lightheavyweight Lionel Thompson (19-4-11K) scored two knockdowns enroute to a ten round unanimous decision over previously unbeaten, Earl Newman (10-0-1D-7K).
The Main Event
In an outstanding Junior middleweight tussle, my boi, once beaten Julian J-Rock Williams (23-1-1-15K) had more than he bargained for against battle tested ‘ol vet, Ishe (Sugar Shay) Smith (29-8-12K) of Las Vegas. Now, I had no idea Smith, at damn near 40 years of age would give Williams this hard a fight. I knew he’d never been stopped and I didn’t think J Rock would do it, but DAMN this was a hard fight. Williams came out with a nasty hard jab, that snapped Smith’s head back. Williams was smooth and accurate and has OBVIOUSLY forgotten about that Charlo loss. Smith was pressing the action and started getting his own stuff off. I only wish I had a dollar for every low blow Ishe landed. I guess he had to do whatever was required to keep the smooth, disciplined Philadelphian off him. A clash of heads caused a cut over Ishe’s left eye, which seemed to light his fire. Throwing caution to the wind, he unloaded a furious two fisted attack at the youngster. In fact, Ishe did this on a number of occasions, often drilling Williams with solid right hands. These two went at it for ten hard rounds and at times, I expected Ishe to wilt from the pinpoint punches from J Rock. The doctor visited Smith a few times, pissing Smith off, “c’mon let me fight, man’ pleaded Smith and fight he did. After all the wars he’s been through and his troubles outside the ring, Ishe was lasered in and ready to go down fighting. Williams would drill Smith with hard one-two sets, stopping the plodding Ishe in his tracks but Smith would always find the fortitude to rally, often stunning Williams to the delight of this ‘Vegas crowd. I was thinking Williams is allowing this fight to be too close but in the eighth round a huge left dig to the body seemed to drain the starch outta’ Smith. Williams closed the show in fine form, with that jab and a punishing right hand. Williams wanted to be the first to stop Smith but couldn’t do it OR come close. This was an outstanding performance by both guys and Williams said “I learned a whole in this fight”. I’m sure he did. Like never estimate the ‘ol battle scarred vets.