Sam Langford vs James Jeffries

I said there is no evidence that Jeffries could take the punches of a real heavyweight.FItz was not a heavyweight.


Jeffries opponents as champ , were men under 200lbs with one exception,and his best three were under 183lbs.

I said ,imo, Jeffries had an atg chin on a par with Chuvalo.
Hardly a criticism

What is it with you ? Do you sub for Mendoza when he's asleep?:huh

 

Didnt janitor (or someone else) once post some psi measurements of Fitz, which put his PSI measurements on par with modern superheavys. From memory, Mcvey was the fighter with the best PSI rating of the early guys.

If this recollection is correct, then there actually is evidence that his chin would stand up to a heavyweight punch.

 

If so ,it would confirm what I believe .

 

You should be asking yourself why you attack everyone that openly questions you. This is your pattern time and again. How many posters at a time do you fight with ? IT seems everyone that disagrees with you. MY question is why, this is all about fun.

Sharkey, Ruhlin, Armstrong, Griffin, Corbett and Monroe were all real heavyweights as they all scaled over 175 pounds. If your criteria for a real heavyweight is over 200 than along with Sullivan, Fitz, Dempsey, Marciano and a prime Louis, Johnson himself was not a real heavyweight as he weighted 192 for his prime filmed performance against Burns .. the later figure that fought at 208 and then more was simply less finely tuned as his lifestyle of drinking, partying and traveling heightened with his arrogance and defiance as his training and ring activity reduced dramatically.

 

And greetings to you. (That is a cool avatar, isn't it? I saw it, and knew I had to construct an account around that Egyptian icon.)

Huh?:huh He pushed Hank Griffin to the floor in the opening round of their title fight. Careful frame by frame scrutiny of the camera projected Sharkey II and Ruhlin II movie films (as opposed to the vastly inferior skip delayed footage on services like youtube) make it clear that, like Foreman, Jeff wasn't much of an infighter. When somebody attempted to get inside on him, he'd typically grab them, and toss them back out, an illegal tactic then as now, but one both Foreman and Jeffries were lauded for. (I'm not digging old literature out of deep storage for this, but will look around a little for some on-line corroboration, preferably of over century old accounts.)

Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn't. We can all see Jeff's hook caving in the ribs of the 6'2" 200 pound Ruhlin, pounding him to the deck with that body assault, forcing a stoppage after five rounds against an opponent he'd previously drawn with. He needed just one to put out Corbett in their first match.

Same reason Ruhlin was able drew with him in July 1897, lack of seasoning and experience. Flagrantly disingenuous. (And with impressionable kids maybe reading our exchanges. You naughty boy!:nono) Watch out for the rematches.

Fitz was a more effective puncher than Jeff, and far more experienced when he took Sailor Tom down. The Akron Giant also took out Sharkey both before and after Jim's rematch with Gus.

Now Sam was perfectly capable of stylishly sticking and moving successfully when faced with a shorter adversary of lesser reach, like Barbados Joe Walcott. But even prime for prime, the size disparity between Jeffries and Langford is far too great for this to be seriously contemplated. (Look at Foreman-Qawi for some comprehension of the physical reality here.) Jeff's weight may have been minimized for many of his defenses. He may have been as high as 250 for John Finnegan, and this was an extremely athletic conditioning fanatic. (Has anybody anywhere seriously suggested that Sam had superior conditioning and training habits?)

Jeff was not a stationary upright target like Wills, but an indefatigable crouching stalker with a granite chin and ridiculous toughness. There were times during his peak that Sam was actually derided as a ten round fighter (an image he did reverse rather dramatically in Paris for Jeannette X), but can a rational argument be made that Langford could either take out Jeff quickly, or somehow outlast him?

 

I attack Mendoza because I think he is contemptible,and I recently gave a mouthful to Cael because he is a cocky young *****.
I have not attacked you ,Janitor, Boilermaker, or anyone else , and they frequently disagree with me especially on the subject of James Jackson Jeffries.
Perhaps you are too sensitive?:think

 

I'm enjoying this. A spirited thread to which you have contributed fully a dozen of the three dozen or so posts thus far. If I wasn't struggling with an obnoxious respiratory ailment at the moment, I'd might be laying viciously into your outspoken opinions on this subject, and discover if we could extend this 20 pages or more. (But NEVER directed at you personally, except maybe for entertainment value, prearranged by a courteous PM, apologizing in advance for accusing your father of ****ing ostriches.)

Calling Cael "a cocky young *****" is not necessarily an insult. Calling him a flaccid *****, on the other hand...

Personally, I'd welcome such attacks, as opposed to a humiliating, :huh"Who are you?":sad2

 

I think you and I are going to have some fun.:good
ps. How did you ever find out about the ostriches ,even my Mother never knew that?
As My old dad said ,"desperate times, breed desperate men."

 

Yeah, well me, I used to be something of an egg man (had a thing for Thoth's wife Ma'at, who was laying ibis eggs all over the place), and started looking for the ultimate egg. I wasn't stalking your dad on that savannah, we were just looking for the same thing, and he got there first. But if he ever wondered where those eggs disappeared to, now you know. (The ostrich feather duster fetish was just a side effect. But as Elmore Leonard said, "Erotic is when you do something sensitive and imaginative with a feather. Kinky is when you use the whole chicken.") Regarding what hatched out of some of those missing eggs though, let's also just say that "Desperate men breed desperate ostriches."

Watching hot chicks drink whole raw ostrich eggs on "Fear Factor" was an ultimate moment for me.

I provided the original inspiration for the packaging and marketing of L'eggs hosiery. Hence the genesis from an egg fetish to a leg fetish.

 

I am going to have to be on form to keep up with you.

 

Yes, a strange yoke is among us.
I sure as hell wouldn't chance burying my head in the sand.

 

I see you are on form ,so no danger of you being attacked from the rear.

 

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