Just another one of Wacko's Drunken Round by Rounds : Cotto vs Margarito!

[Youngblood]

I watched this fight, with a mix of boxing fans and others...and every time Cotto hit Margarito, when you saw the slow motion replay, that mullet swayed and twisted and flowed lika wheatfield on an breezy summers day...but yet, forward he came.

Forward he came, and again, bash, smash. bamm...and I'd watch the mexican mullet again dance with each shot that faced it's earthly reaches, and how sometimes from beneath the sinister strangeness of that black waving mullet glory, came a smile. This concerned me.

How can he take those punches? So seemingly unfazed? As forward and forward he came. I did the math, I knew my man Cotto was ahead going into the latter rounds, but still...how, why?

And then I knew...there were 2 rounds separating the difference between who won this angry dance of men bent on inflicting damage against the other. And so I watched in disbelief, in disarray...and in shock. For my man, Miguel Cotto took a knee, not once because he needed the time to amount a comeback, but twice...because he was a beaten man.

My hats off to Tony Margarito. You sir, are a warrior of the highest order.

You deserve the full respect of the boxing world for what you did tonight.