How would Rocky Marciano do in amateur boxing?

hed knock you the **** out *****

who are you a fanny

 

made this dude logout haha

 

what an idiotic thread

 

May god have mercy on your soul, because Rocky won't! :good

 

:deal

 

rocky lost 4 out of 12 including the loss to coley wallace

 

cheers mate:good

 

The amateur Rocky may not have done that well but he got allot better after that. If Chagaev and Povetkin can do well in the amateurs then there's no reason Rocky at his best wouldn't

 

He would not have found the amateurs well suited to his style, and even less so today than back then.

He would still have been a truly terifying fighter to get into the ring with. Looking at what he did to some of his opponents, you wonder that anybodyn wanted to fight him.

 

Bob Girard, the final amateur to defeat Marciano, outboxed him stylishly for the decision. As was sometimes the case in Rocky's amateur career, Marciano came into this one hampered with an injured mitt, and had to fight one handed. In later years, Girard was modestly diffident about his win:

"How do you think I beat Rocky? I beat him because it was for three rounds. There were a hundred guys who might have stayed three rounds with the Rock. But no man in the world was gonna to beat Rocky in fifteen rounds; not Dempsey, not Ali, not anybody. I knew he was going to be champ. I don't think anybody could hurt Rocky. Every time he hit you, you saw a flash of light. You either grabbed him, or you moved back. Because if he hits you twice, you're gone!"

A broken thumb cost Marciano a chance at going to the 1948 Olympics, and very possibly becoming the first Gold Medalist to become HW Champion. But he did take the decision over George McGuinnis to win an AAU Olympic tryout in Boston, fighting right handed only. (Jay Lambert, a stablemate of Rex Layne and the Fullmer brothers under Marv Jenson, was the eventual American HW representative in London, losing in the quarterfinals to South African Bronze Medalist Johnny Arthur.)

What Bob Girard said about Rocky suggests that a tall stylist might have been able to stay away from him as necessary to steal a three round decision, but again, it bears reminding that Marciano had a damaged paw when Girard beat him, and that Frazier did win Gold in Tokyo over a decade and a half later by successfully concealing a similar injury. Give Marciano two healthy hands through 1948, and he may very well have struck Gold in London. The medalists there, Rafael Iglesias (Gold), Gunnar Nilsson (Silver), and Arthur (Bronze) did not have great punch resistance, and only the 6'2" 210 pound Arthur would have been bigger than Marciano. (And in 1949, the 178 pound Lambert was wiped out by Clarence Henry in 3, so it seems certain Rocky could have kayoed him in the '48 US Olympic Trials.)

 

Thought I'd re-post my reflections about Rocky:

I watched him train in NYC, in camp in the Catskill mountains, and fight live.

He was an acquired taste; it took a LONG time. But, even skeptics on Jacob's Beach became believers.

He was clumsier sparring than a ham-‘n’-egger against most half-decent boxers in the gym...and it didn’t help that he resembled the Michelin Man in layers of sweat clothes, wearing 16-ounce gloves that looked like pillows on Thalidomide arms.

Seeing him before the bell gave no hint of his being any kind of a fighter -- let alone world class -- more like a catcher to hone some one else's tools.

A first-time observer would’ve advised him to pick up a hard hat.

The only lesson he could teach was: what NOT to do.

But every guy who looked like he boxed rings around him -- pinned his ears back -- never missed him with jabs -- came out of the ring lookin' like he dropped from a 10-story building and landed flat-footed.

Rocky's cuffing, pawing, mauling, grazing shots, flicks to the sides when he was tied-up on the inside, impacted them like they'd been bumped by a rhino. From ringside, the only evidence was an "OOMPH!" grimace and quiver.

Rocky was ponderous. Fighters could see the punches. They weren't surprised; they were pounded down.

Every sparring partner who looked sensational against him, said the same thing exiting the ring: "I hurt all over."

For the wunderkinds and Robinson-clones that watched Rocky in the gym or at the Garden, he was like CANCER; he could only happen to the OTHER guy.

Good fighters rage back if they’ve been stung…Sometimes instinct, sometimes pride, sometimes to ward off a predator who smells blood in the water.

The slick ones shoeshine for time.

The solid pros -- no matter how resolute -- after being buzzed are rarely able to rumble back with maximum firepower.

That was Rocky’s edge: He hit just as hard when his knee cleared the canvas – or clearing the cobwebs -- as he did at the opening bell.