You can invite your friends over on any particular night for three fights of this individual by putting in a VCR tape, get a guy named Lippy and pogo-legged Phil together to watch the fights back-to-back, and get just about a ton of argumentative views on the result you?ve just watched then who?s the better Mexican goddesses between Lin May or Tatiana (both damsels beautiful).
Well, what would I know? I?m one for posterity in remembering the old times with a little bit of youth going anyway. After breaking up and separating Lippy from pogo legged Phil on their busy argument from what they have seen, we broke out some more bubbly lavation to smooth out the incomprehensible disagreeing down from a shouting match to talking. What was the ruckus about?
Former WBC Super Featherweight ruler Erik ?El Terrible? Morales, 48-2, 34 KO?s, with his arch old rival Marco Antonio Barrera having gone 60-4-0, 42 KO?s and taken Erik?s Super Feather title, as well as being under the microscopic eye of the WBC to reopen for discussions any questionable hearsay regarding their valued packed trinket; though Erik got to earn respect back later against Manny ?Pac Man? Pacquiao ? whereas another WBC champ elsewhere loomed now Internationally. Something I?ve not clearly understood, but safe to assume Morales? is the legitimate Real McCoy, obviously no pun intended for Scott Harrison, another fighter. In my opinion Champion should only lose their title in the ring where he?s earned I and perhaps it is as to why we?ve made People Champions for people belts, contrived some of our own ratings systems to combat the enemy of controversy, shame, or ignorance.
If you really want to talk about boxing politics, start with Morales-Barrera III, and end with the first one last in seeing them backward on videotape. I purposely left them in that setting on my player from a banks video brought from where my father worked of many years on his job-watching people finding their way there. These tapes can hold a lot more running time then your average over the counter standard types. And upon having my friends over to watch them in that way, along with a few more enhancing freeze frames and angling tricks for some encore thrill seekers who happened to wandered off into the bathroom missing out on something; their benefit was worth the cost of store brand cans of refried pork and beans, stove top stuffing, and the afforded cheese dip. You?ll drink apple cider or plain old grape juice in my household, with an abundance of cigarette smoke.
February 28th 2004, Erik won beating Jesus Chavez for his WBC Junior Lightweight title, then promptly unified the IBF scrap defeating Carlos Hernandez July 31st 2004, both fights in Las Vegas, Nevada. Important to note that Erik did not keep the IBF belt buckle.
On the November 27th 2004 the rubber match came against Barrera and when it was over, you had scores of 114-114, 114-115, 113-115 awarding Barerra the WBC Super Featherweight title that Morales had won from Jesus Chavez. That third and bitterly tasted highly contested decision did not especially sit well with Morales fans.
There hasn?t been a whole lot of confusion knowing this Tijuana, Mexican native. He?d never be confused coming across with the vociferous litanies of lines Greg Haugen manufactured for Julio Cesar Chavez, confessions about Tijuana Cab Drivers essayist; ensuing for a live gate on February 20th 1993 in defense of Julio?s WBC Junior Welterweight title, with a reported 130,000 in attendance at the Azteca Stadium in Mexico, where fight fans witnessed the ultimate Greg Haugen beat down.
It was the same Haugen before hand who in February of ?91 got a Nevada commission to turn against his jubilance in suckering Hector Camacho, SR. to swinging at a touch of the gloves in the final round without a connect ? to losing a point being penalized for the infraction.
However no punch could ever wipe that smirk and grin better away then the simple blood test Haugen tested positive for not beating cannabis. They ruled that a one No Contest affair, thus keeping Macho Camacho?s excitability to the day of twelve years at an undefeated caliber (September 12, 1980-September 12, 1992).
Speaking of Chavez, Erik Morales has got some records of his own accords going up to the task for squaring away. Erik has found magical rejuvenations for his articulated want to go up one on Julio Cesar Chavez?s championship titles of three weight classes, campaigning as a lightweight and who could say he?s not capable? I
t is interesting to note that the boxer?s longevity in this sport has been rather short comparing them with other sports like baseball or even golf. But in retrospect looking over Erik?s incredible diversified record you?d be surely hard pressed to not call him an over achiever by today?s standards; and a throwback to the fighters of yesteryear.
Born September 1st 1976 in Tijuana, Mexico, Erik Morales, was almost immediately introduced to the boxing world by his father?s own tutorage (Erik?s dad owned a gym). He came up simply in the poor and humble surroundings of an industrialized world, and at first thought about Refrigeration Technology as his key to bridging the gap of obstruct poverty; but soon found better solace in putting opponents on ice. He had a quickening snap to his punches for a very tall and lanky youngster who had tremendous stamina.
I first got a look at Erik back in 1997 when he knocked out former champion Daniel Zaragoza in the 11th round.
I knew from the fight that we weren?t going to hear the last of him because it revealed something like jumping at you at the time as a birth for a newer face to carry onto this generation. There?d be no mistake about it. This was the first of Erik?s three world championships, tying into JC Superstar?s collection of retired belts throughout those years. Not many took to breaking into the Chavez mystic way of superiority that far, or taken much to acceptable standings for a legend already in parenthesis in wait. Chavez after all had still a lot of fight in him left to remotely consider Morales nearest he.
Erik?s part to pursue greatness lied in the crevice of the Chavez and Marco Antonio Barrera cavity, and his confines weren?t welcomed exactly with opened arms. He had gone through infinite indignities to his indigenous class. For any to perceive what that exactly means is about as long as the short of it in the histories of America itself. However, with Hispanic society, the more truthful and resourceful assertions of it involve and derive from classes of people, nothing to do with your race. It serves as an impersonal method to set aside classes of types in a world of evaluating groups obstetrically by education, levels of income, and money. Ah, now there?s a novel idea to equal the playing field, the greenback, but for those whoever may achieve to having it need to learn to pay attention on how best to manage it. That?s another story.
Morales first indication of mortal depletion came in the form on October 1999 when at the conclusion of fighting Northern, Belfast Wayne ?The Pocket Rocket? McCullough, complained of chronic fatigue and opted to move up in weight after the bout. That had been the first time you could see Erik Morales coast and play possum, but there?d be no deniable truth about his pessimism; something had undeniably sucked the breath out of him like a viper that enclaves onto his chest yanking every reparatory function from his lungs aborted in that infamous eleventh round, six minutes when McCullough came on stronger ? and it was a dandy. Morales bid goodbye, farewell, and so long to the 118 LBS afterwards.
And it?s a shame too. Who could forget back on September 12, 1998, when he single handily took out Junior ?Poison? Jones; by his own ambiance to have been Marco Antonio Barrera?s lone two-time conqueror at the time. Well that isn?t exactly true, the first one was won on a disqualification for Jones in the fifth, but you could proclaim Barrera Erik Morales? boss officially at 2-1. All right, so nobody is going to be happy except Erik getting a gander over reading a piece like this.
