Okay... everybody just got back on your knees and continue what you were doing. Jeez. One little critique and I'm George W Bush or something.
I can see what your saying; it would not hurt the article to at least mention these things, and I agree! although that is the first bit of 'criticism' I can even muster for all 9 articles Another fantastic piece, really was....
Fickle Fortune had changed her mind this fighter would not be condemned to humiliation, not now, not ever. That was beautiful. The best fighter that ever breathed air.
Easy. You're critique was well-taken and I appreciate it. An earlier draft had quite a bit of stuff about the Bronx Bull and Turpin too for that matter. But it was well over 3,000 words long and that is just too much. If I'm going to write a damn book they're going to have pay me far more than they are. Hell, you should have heard John Garfield's critique of that draft! He damn near forced me back to the drawing board with a stick. To be honest, I get bored reading about his middleweight accomplishments, never mind write about it myself. It's done to death, you know? Thomas Hauser has a couple of articles on another site called Sugar Ray Robinson Revisited from last summer. He gets into that if I remember right. You may appreciate it. I decided to "round out" his career; to present something that is really under-appreciated these days -his first year. Twenty-five years later, he shined in defeat. And then we see his glory. I'll be straight with everyone out here. The audience I had most in mind in writing and editing this series was ESB Classic. That's not to say that I wrote the series for you clowns, but it is to say that I asked myself what you all would think of the finished essay. If I figured you'd gain something new from it, then on it went. If I figured you'd be bored with it, I'd spark it up. See why I let go of SRR's prime and the 50s? Most of you would skim that part, just like I would.
I like how your articles aren't the generic ones we read over and over when we were first learning about boxing as kids. You evoke emotion out of men with your reads Stoneman, they're quality.
It's a terrific article Stoney, just like the rest of them. I really like them. Your articles just ooze of the time period and of the fighter's character. You write with great nuance, and when I read them I feel like I can envision everything you pen so much easier. I don't want you to go writing your piece and then start listing off his achievements. But I'd rather have had some tidbits on the that time period. When I read this piece on SRR I feel like 10 years go by just like that. And I know you use that a similar style/method in other pieces, but I really wanted to hear something about his thoughts or features on that series against the Bronx Bull. Maybe because I'm such a LaMotta fan this is what I was anxious hearing about. I really can't complain though, great stuff. Really waiting for that Harry Greb piece. If anyone can let greatness shine through... it's you.
Who dah BLEEP said it's BLEEPING Harry BLEEPING Greb?!!? It might be Julio Cesar Chavez for all you know!
Beautiful. Thanks for acknowledging your buddies. Boxing is the sport all others aspire to. And it is nothing if not blood, sweat and tears, shed in pursuit of personal excellence, in discovering and pushing the frontiers of who you, heir of your forebears, were truly meant to be. The knowledge that comes with paying this price for greatness brings humility. It has to. The individual becomes acquainted with his limits. Even the loquacious Ali, in his greatest glory at Zaire, shortly after demanding his critics crawl!, was to be found in solitude looking out at the new, dawning day by a gaggle of writers, to whom he confessed, "You have no idea how much this means to me." Which is why it is so fitting to see the Sugar Man, the very epitome of ring greatness, portraited here, not with statistics or lists of accomplishments, but as a tired old man after his last, losing battle, slumped over his corner ring post, showered with the rose petals of applause of appreciation. That humility is at the core of greatness is proven in these heartfelt pieces, which seem to magnify their subjects most when describing them as simple mortals, who left it all, all, on the line to become something transcendental, something like Gods of War.
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