Jimmy Tobin is a member of the Boxing Writers Association of America. His work has appeared in The Cruelest Sport, 15 Rounds, Undisputed Champion Network, Esquina Boxeo, El Malpensante, The Queensbury Rules, and The Fight Network. Jimmy is the author of Killed in Brazil? The Mysterious Death of Arturo “Thunder” Gatti, published by Hamilcar Publications. Connect with Jimmy on Twitter.
He didn’t protest; what little resistance he managed through the previous half-hour—even that was beyond him now. For seven rounds his body betrayed him, whipped mercilessly along the way by an attendant tormentor, one whose […]
Some ten minutes—was it even that long?—after the opening bell of the light heavyweight unification fight between Artur Beterbiev and Joe Smith Jr., there was a sign that one of the more endearing of boxing’s […]
A proliferation of titles plagues boxing. The ticks and leeches who sanction championship belts, who create newer ones in the hope of tapping fresh veins—we should be rid of them. Let’s accept that as true. […]
1. Maybe they thought him too green, too inexperienced, susceptible to the pressure of the moment and its greater expectations. Maybe they looked at his record, the paltry eleven knockouts in nineteen fights, and thought […]
ESPN ran an odd graphic during its broadcast of the fight between Shakur Stevenson and Oscar Valdez from the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas Saturday. Along with the standard tale of the tape […]
Something is reassuring about the end of the improbable. Yordenis Ugas was and is an incredible story. That story culminated last August when Ugas (replacing the injured Errol Spence) made a full-time politician of Manny […]
The champion on the comeback trail knows this much: he was a champion. His return to glory culminates in the familiar; it confirms expectations and estimations alike. But what of the fighter who fell short […]
Don’t be fooled. The orange expanse, black piping, white spots that Mullerian mimicry isn’t quite deception, but one is not the other. They are both toxic; they patrol similar territory, each is striking in its […]
“I’m not happy, don’t you believe that shit. I’ll fight every day,” he says with a punctuating chuckle. He’s joking, at least partially so. Nate Campbell is certainly happy, his easy conversation carried by the […]
There are the lights to contend with, their heat and burst, their merciless illumination. The pressure of the moment, too, pregnant with disaster, ready to rewrite, to unmake. And the dialogue, unpredictable, violent, violently unpredictable. […]