Fifties. In with guys like Norfolk, Loughran, Shavers. That kind of level. Wild how **** HW really is historically.
It’s rubbish. Utter rubbish. From a “boxing” perspective it’s relatively pathetic. Besides Joe Louis.
He holds wins over Sharkey, Uzcudon, Loughran, Godfrey. Depends on if you believe these wins are legit or not. I do not give credit for Schaaf. Most ringside reports that had seen Schaaf perform before said he looked listless from the opening bell. I think on his merits he should rate in top 65. I actually think he looks ok on film. He seems to use his height and reach and seems to have a plan he is trying to execute. It’s clear he wasn’t athletic enough to handle smaller athletic boxers as a prime Sharkey and Louis demonstrate. He wasn’t as good of a puncher or as strong as his size would indicate. But I think his dimensions for the time were so vastly larger than his contemporaries that it did pose problems for many B level fighters. Kind of like Valuev. And to an extent Wilder. Although Wilder clearly has more pop
The heavyweight division has been home to such p4p talents as Moore, Charles, Langford, FItzsimmons, Michael Spinks, Usyk, Holyfield, Conn, Hamed, Esch, Foster, and, even the two greatest Walcotts of all time. What does that mean? I don't know. What does "home" mean? A thousand philosophers in ten hundred ethno-languages from nearly forty-seven different (46) disciplines of philanthropic ideation have pundited on its profundity. But not one singular solitary one of them can tell you why heavyweights are number one...but treated like number two. Why, it pains me to believe that we have such unheralded...unmitigated...um...-Well, I am pained. Let's just say that. I am in pain.
I’ve seen your earliest posts. I scoured oblivion. Elders here know that this madness is a fog, turn the lights on clear the way and drive to me my Jeep for the swamp has you pinned like a wrestler with a grip, a grip on consumerism. Yes probably.
Mm, yes. Let me tell you something my great, great, great grandfather once said to me. He said "Boy, I probably shouldn't even be alive right now. But I shall consume...until consumed I am." Then he died of TB or conjunctivitis or something. That was the last time I ever saw him. He gave me a buffalo nickel and a wheat penny.
