Large Defeat

As I sat there in disgust at fight's end, the Ukrainian mooks raining their beery good tidings all around me, my man Aaron Cohen turned to me and said, "There's just not that much you can say about that... he got knocked the fuck out."

And so it was.

Look if you bet heavy on Brock due to Large laying it down like that, I apologize. But you probably still owe me from that Briggs/Floyd difecta I handed you, so let's call it even.

That's me over there looking highly displeased during the post-fight mayhem. I was baffled then, and trust me people, I still can't get my mind around what an uninspired performance Brock put out there Saturday night. And even then... HE STILL COULD HAVE WON THE FIGHT! He was tagging Clinch-ko's body early, had him all red around the ribs and tentative about throwing the right hand, because it was opening him to Brock's low left hook.

God did Brock eat that jab though. What it came down to was very simple - Brock didn't move his head, and did not move laterally. At all. Manny Steward has made Klitschko into a very dangerous one-two artist (although let me just say that talk of Wlad's left hook is a freakin joke - guy throws a left hook like he's trying to wipe a booger off your ear) and with his size and reach, standing in front of him and coming straight ahead is a death wish.

The Human Klinch got cut on the eyelid in the sixth from a butt, bad gash, lots of blood. That gave him a sense of urgency. Then Brock stood in front of him in the seventh like he was posing for a portrait. Goodnight Irene.

God I hope Briggs knocks Wlad into tomorrow. Somebody, SOMEBODY. I just cannot stand to watch this guy fight anymore. It's a disgrace. Jab and grab, jab and grab. A friend of mine told me that Lamps and Larry called this fight like it was Ali/Foreman. A virtuoso performance by the best fighter in the sport has those two windbags calling for the abolition of boxing, and this bullshit is the Rumble in the Jungle.

As for Calvin Brock, farewell, farewell. Do yourself a favor and call up Citibank. Or go fight James Toney.

What else can I tell you? Zab Judah, Vito the fat gay guy from the Sopranos and most of the cast of The Wire were at the HBO party. Zab's lady is about 6'7" and fine, although slightly scary. The Greatest showed up for the Laila Ali debacle, got himself the requisite standing O. Klitschko's walk-in was ill, I must say. The Big K, indeed. God bless America.