For me, it would have to be Jack Sharkey and Bernard Hopkins. I don't know why I like either of these 2, but...I do.:wtf
Al Cole, when he was at cruiserweight. No clue why. Cruiserweights by default are lame, and he didn't have alot of power. Plus he looked weird. But I liked watching him fight. Daniel Zaragoza. Looked like troll or something. Couldnt move fast, box well, or punch hard. Maybe I just liked the fact he was such an oddball and seemed so ill suited to be world champ.
I always cheered like mad for Lupe Pintor, tho i'd never been immersed in his story of been partial to Mexican left hookers.
James Toney, the man almost always acts like a ***** and has a chip on his shoulder the size of his belly. But i still like him.
The raging ball and Lights out toney are two fighters who are complete tossers, but I like them anyway.
Carlos Monzon has always been my favorite despite him being a horrible person outside of the ring. Maybe it's a fascination with hard cold criminal types, like my liking and having a certain fascination with 40's actor Lawrence Tierney and his dark side movies. He was one mean, nasty intimidateing dude that made other so called badasses like Duran look tame by comparison. He was a pimp and an organizer of mob violence and riots at soccer games and such. Look at him wrong, even when he wasn't in training for a fight and he'd hit you or spit on you. Emile Griffith once said he was the meanest, nastiest guy he ever ran into in all his years of fighting. He cheated on his first wife to the point that she sot him, leaving two bullets in him, one in an arm. He finally topped it all off by killing the last woman he was with, knocking her off a high balcony to her death. Despite all this, or maybe because of it, Monzon was, in my opinion something special in all of boxing history. A guy who could and would beat anyone he was in the ring with despite the fact that he wasn't gifted in so many ways with spectacular gifts of speed, flashiness, great athleticism, and nimbleness. He was rather stiff, somewhat slow appearing, and robotic looking. Notice I said, slow "appearing" and robotic "looking"? This was very deceptive, in that when his opponents faced him, they weren't quite sure what the hell was going on, in that all they were convinced of and prepared for wasn't working out. He would shut them down gradually, sometime grinding them down over the course of a 15 round bout, or sometimes splattering them with that big right hand, held in reserve as a secret weopon. A writer in the seventies said that Monzon's biggest asset was his brain as much as it was any physical attribute. He ended up outthinking his opponents. He didnt do any one thing in a flashy, spectaular way, but did everything well enough to bring a victory every time, whatever it took.
To add to what I just posted, let it be said that Monzon achieved all that he did and still disregarded the basics of training by smoking, cutting down from 2 packs a day to one. He had, as I've mentioned, a bullet lodged in an arm, which surely must have hindered him. But mostly, it was his demeanor in the ring that impressed me most of all. His was most unlike a Latin fighter in that he was a cold, calculating, patient and surprisingly, somewhat sportsmanlike, and not particularly dirty, like he probably didn't think he needed to be, being so superior to his opponents.