Thursday, March 15, 2012

Forget Floyd and Pacquiao. How about Salido vs. Mikey Garcia?


source: Igor Frank | Examiner.com

Dave's Barbershop on San Fernando was open early on Thursday morning.

Downtown Ronnie Brown was drinking soy latte and singing the blues.

I am a prizefighter baby

I use my fists cause I can't sing

Instead of getting in street tussles

I get paid to do it in the ring


" Did you see that fight from Puerto Rico this weekend?" inquired DaveTheBarber as soon as I walked in and sat on his antic barber chair:" That was one hell of a fight. My blood pressure still jumps every time I think about those boys going at it like a pair of junk yard dogs fighting for a bone. This was a real old school fight worth of long standing rivalry between Mexico and Puerto Rico. Both warriors, Salido and Lopez left their hearts and souls in the ring that Saturday. This one was an instant classic. Put it right next to Wilfredo Gomez knocking out Carlos Zarate in 1978 or Salvador Sanchez knocking out Wilfredo Gomez in 1982 . Those boys reminded me why I feel so passionate about boxing. They fought with honor and pride."


“Frankly, I thought it was going to end a lot sooner than it did. That Puerto Rican boy looked gun shy, as if the image of their first fray was still vivid in his mind. Salido broke his will last year and the way he came out on Saturday; I thought this was going to be a short night. He attacked as if he had six fists instead of two raining down punches on his opponent who found no safe place in the ring. And then, and that is why I love boxing more than I love my old wife; it’s the theater of unknown, and than Lopez boy landed that short right hook, right on the bottom and Salido crashed down on the canvass. And that’s what I love about that Mexican champion; he was hurt but he came back in the next round like nothing happened. Full steam ahead, brutalizing Lopez every chance he got.”

“And that’s when Lopez decided to back up Mexican champion,” cried out Big Steve:” Even if he had to go down in flames while doing it. That was a thing of beauty. Like an old school gladiator, the Puerto Rican boy turned the tide and began marching forward, tasting a lot of heavy leather in the process. The drama unraveled in front of our own eyes and each round became more intense than a previous one, culminating in the ninth. I held my breath for all three minutes of unbelievable savage exchanges in that round and when it was over I had tears in my eyes and I wanted to bow down and thank both regal warriors for inspiring our spirits and leaving it all out in the ring. I thought how could they come out for the next three minutes? And that is when Salido ended the night with short right hand. He landed three more punches, but that right hand was the one that did all the damage. If you ask me, I say forget Floyd and Pacquiao; let’s have Salido Lopez number three.”

“I don’t know about that,” exclaimed Downtown Ronnie Brown:” Lopez Salido III. It has a tragic ending written all over it. Why don’t we let Lopez rest? That boy was brutalized. I am afraid he might have nothing left in his tank. Why don’t we let a young gun test the rough waters? I am talking about that boy from Oxnard, Mikey Garcia in the early fight. He looked like a complete fighter knocking out that Filipino boy, Concepcion. I like that boy Mikey. He is from a boxing family. The boy can box. He has heavy hands, but he does not forget to keep his hands up. The boy needs to leave the pool and go swim with sharks in rough ocean waters. And Orland Salido is a great white Shark.”