Desperate Days: Making Weight and Making Excuses

Long before lightweight Brandon Rios (30-0-1) was awarded a decision over Richard Abril (17-2-1) in a fight that most everyone believes he lost, he stepped onto the scale and suffered his first defeat of the weekend. For the second time in two fights Rios failed to make weight.

On Twitter, Rios critics and apologists quickly manned their battle stations. In the hour long battle that waged between these two factions, apologists of Rios focused their defence along two prominent fronts. The purpose here will be examine the two arguments in defence of Rios, and to refute them.

One line of defence suggested that Rios’ inability to make the lightweight limit of 135lbs was merely another example of an irreversible trend; that until Rios enters the junior welterweight division he shouldn’t be expected to make weight. Perhaps this is true, as Rios’ second trip to the scale on Friday revealed a disturbing two pound increase in his weight. But if he’s no longer a lightweight then persisting in this façade is ridiculous. He’s hurting himself, and perhaps more importantly, he’s unfairly hurting his opponents (more on that later).

The defence that criticism of Rios’ lack of professionalism should be tempered because it transpires in accordance with expectation is pathetic. That a misdeed is easily foreseeable does not justify the transgression. In fact, it does the very opposite, as it makes premeditation easier to establish. If indeed Rios could be reasonably expected to fail on the scale—a belief presupposed by a defence rooted in predictability—then his inability to make weight can be criticized.

Twentieth century philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein asserted that no solipsist ever lived according to the solipsistic premise, which thereby undid the veracity of the solipsist’s worldview. That same challenge applies to those who defend Rios on the grounds that his failure to make weight was plainly foreseeable. How many would permit disappointment and a lack of professionalism in their own lives merely because it were predictable?

The merit of the defence based on predictability is that it has actual content: there are premises that must be invalidated to challenge it. What it lacks—to its credit—is an element of obstinacy, since proponents of this argument must acquiesce when it’s refuted. This obstinacy is evident in another argument presented in defence of Rios. Sadly, this second argument lacks the content of the first—it isn’t even an argument: there’s no relationship between propositions, no conclusion entailed therein. It’s nonsense.

This second line of defence offered in the name of Bam Bam Rios is that critics don’t know enough about boxing, and were they to escape this opaque mist of ignorance, they would absolve Rios of his guilt. Granting that this assertion of ignorance is correct, a number of questions arise.

The first of these questions is: How is it acceptable that Rios ostensibly cheat? By not making weight Rios exploits an already formidable size advantage by never having to shed the last few pounds. Even someone who knows little about boxing is liable to have heard testimony to the difficulty of losing the last three pounds. Rios, in escaping this final pre-fight trial has spared himself, has preserved more of the physicality that makes him so formidable. He has done so at the expense of sportsmanship and the rules. This is cheating. Apply whatever casuistic gymnastics one might, it’s hard to negotiate the cold reality that a contract was violated to the advantage of Brandon Rios.

A second question: How is it acceptable that Rios place his opponent—for the second time in two fights—in a no-win situation? Abril, like Rios’ previous opponent John Murray, conducted himself like a professional and made weight. Whatever toll this took on his body, he paid (unlike his opponent). And yet, to be compensated financially for the hours of sacrifice he had to concede an unfair advantage to Rios. Abril faced two unattractive options: endanger himself by facing a junior middleweight in a lightweight title fight, or don’t get paid. The only reason Abril was faced with such unpropitious prospects is because Rios violated his contract. Abril was innocent of any wrongdoing, and yet he had the most to lose.

Finally, why is criticizing a professional fighter for failing to make weight unjustified? A man whose livelihood is determined by his ability to satisfy an audience is subject to the criticism of that same audience. Rios may provide any number of excuses or explanations, and the paying public can find them palatable or otherwise, but the forum for criticism is inescapable. Moreover, many of these defenders of Rios slandered Gamboa when he mysteriously withdrew from the anticipated Rios – Gamboa clash. Consistency would dictate that Rios should suffer at least some criticism for his own unprofessional behaviour. Perhaps consistency is inapplicable to personal favourites?

Were any of Rios’ defenders willing to answer these questions, perhaps the issue could be resolved. But to simply cling to the empty challenge that those who disagree are ignorant does nothing to satisfy critics or defend Rios. It is to say: “You lack knowledge that I have, but it’s beneath me to educate you.” Again, this isn’t an argument. It’s vulnerability masked as superiority.

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Why do some fans feel the need to defend their favourite fighters at the expense of intellectual integrity? What purpose does seeing them through a lens that refracts their faults serve? Is it that in defending a fighter we are really defending ourselves, our inclinations, our culture, our choices? Is that why even desperate, flimsy defences will suffice? Because it isn’t about the fighter, but the fan?

Clockwise: A Preview of Morales – Garcia

As I was about to toss the chicken bones on the floor and conjure up a prediction, my fire alarm went off. There wasn’t any smoke mind you, save for the incense burning to mask the smell in the cauldron. The sharp beep was merely tolling the death of the alarm’s battery. I hadn’t changed it since I moved in, so I suppose that this lesser warning was to be expected. It was only a matter of time. As always, good luck in your predictions leagues.

 

Less Is More: The Latest Strategy In Marketing Sergio Martinez

This isn’t really about Sergio Martinez. Martinez is one of the characters in the sport who elicits a spectrum of opinion ranging from venomous criticism to idolatrous adoration. These opinions become even more impassioned when the Prince of Culiacan is mentioned. Martinez, as recently as this past Saturday, is vanquishing the opposition without any recourse to opinion. A champion defending his title in his own idiom; his ledger and the manner in which he has compiled it, as consistent as the opinions of him are multifarious. This isn’t really about Sergio Martinez.

No, this is about the new angle spun in the promotion of the King of the Middleweight Division. This is about the Emperor’s new clothes. This new slant argues that Martinez is an undersized middleweight. Martinez, who began his career as a welterweight, didn’t invade the middleweight ranks until 2009, at the advanced age of 35. The process of aging impedes weight loss, and yet Martinez has reportedly found himself comfortably beneath the middleweight limit the week before the fight. Accepting this reasoning—which is different than establishing its truth, mind you—it can be ventured that Martinez is a small middleweight.

Some of the opposition he’s downed as he’s ascended his perch has been small by middleweight standards as well. In his last six fights—roughly the duration of Martinez’ tenure at 160lbs—he has fought Paul Williams twice, Kelly Pavlik, Serhiy Dzindzurik, Darren Barker, and recent knockout victim Matthew Macklin. Williams, himself an ex-resident of the welterweight and junior-welterweight divisions, often proclaimed that he would face anyone from 147-160. Making such a proclamation presupposes that he could indeed make the welterweight limit while retaining his puissance. It’s a dubious claim, but Williams managed to make welterweight in 2008 while fighting primarily between 154 and 160. Williams is a tall but spindly middleweight, and the physical advantages he enjoyed over Martinez would be relevant regardless of weight division. This doesn’t mean Williams was bigger than Martinez, however. Dzindzurik was an undefeated champion at 154lbs, and believed by some to be the best fighter in the division. But he was still campaigning below middleweight. The remaining three fighters were legitimate middleweights when Martinez fought them, and whatever denigrating asterisk might be inserted is either inconsequential or applicable to so many pugs it’s practically irrelevant. So if Martinez is an undersized middleweight, it’s fair to say he’s paired off against a few as well. Why then, draw attention to his size?

The end game for this marketing strategy is probably that it speaks to people who can be swayed by the charms of the pound-for-pound debate. This particular brand of collective onanism is a viable marketing tool given modernity’s preoccupation with lists and a pervading need to establish theoretical superiority. Consider the debate raging between Android, iPhone and Blackberry, or the passionate constituencies lobbying on behalf of The Sopranos, Breaking Bad, and The Wire. There’s a pervading zeitgeist that needs to establish, on subjective grounds, what is the best. Boxing, as another form of publicly appraised drama, has found its cast tabled for similar debate.

When the criteria for determining truth are malleable, and the consequences for being wrong are nil, the debate is self-perpetuating. In essence, what is produced is the opportunity to witness perhaps the best fighter in the world, or the third best, or one of the five best, depending on the criteria. Regardless of the criteria, there’s room for debate therein. Hitching Martinez to this pettifogging cacophony is a sound strategy: it keeps him on people’s lips in a meaningful way. But capitalizing on human inclination isn’t the sole explanation for trumpeting this line of reasoning.

Martinez has of late received criticism for his kvetching over the reticence of Mayweather and Pacquiao. There’s been a shift in ethos, and some who once admonished the sport’s two biggest earners for not stepping way up to the plate have now started complaining about Martinez’ caterwauling. By drawing the collective attention to Martinez’ size, the hope is to reduce the criticism he’s received for tirelessly seeking out fights with men who generally ply their trade two divisions south of him. If Martinez is a small middleweight—perhaps a largish junior-middleweight—then pursuing a Mayweather fight isn’t bullying. Mayweather, after all, has explicitly stated that his May tussle with Miguel Cotto is to be waged at 154lbs to ensure that the best of the Puerto Rican fighter is on display. Of course, anything Mayweather says should be downed with a chaser, but the fact remains that the fight will be fought at the junior-middleweight limit. This means that the undersized middleweight Martinez should, physically speaking, be in the running for a Mayweather fight. The size differential is negated to a large degree.

The same rationale can be applied to Pacquiao, though with less persuading results. That being said, the Mayweather fight has seemingly been the one Martinez most coveted, probably because Mayweather is the larger of the two stars and thus more likely to navigate the waters of junior-middleweight again.

The move insulates Martinez in another significant way: it protects him from the rabble demanding that he—since he’s so comfortable challenging smaller men to fight him—take the deontologist’s path north. There are a number of names at super-middleweight—Froch, Kessler, Bute—that could ensure packed houses for Martinez were he to try his low-hanging hands at 168lbs. Team Martinez has responded to suggestions of this nature before, stating that were the right deal to come along Martinez would consider the move. The right deal being as nebulous and elusive a concept as it is, it’s hard to pressure the fighter for not accepting solicitations to come upstairs. Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get criticized for a perceived hypocrisy. But if the public is told forcefully or consistently enough that Martinez is a small middleweight then the move to super-middleweight becomes more unrealistic, more demanding, more dangerous, especially since the move to junior-middleweight is more in keeping with his natural build.

It must be said that this new marketing tactic for Martinez is brilliant. It’s arguably rooted in truth, bears a fruit most find delicious, and provides a thorny defence. Moreover, Martinez himself is a fine fighter, and regardless of the spin, his performances—even if their dominance is receding—are always there to salvage his merits. Were this really about Sergio Martinez it could be said that his rather fruitless promotional campaign may have finally yielded a crop. But then, this isn’t really about Sergio Martinez.