?I am a fighter and real fighters don?t quit,? Margarito growled. ?I was there to give the people what they want to see. They came to see a fight and I was giving it to them.?
Boxing fans can be a bloodthirsty group, booing angrily when a referee stops a bout before their lust for violence has been sated. They?re no different than NASCAR fans who, no matter what they might tell you, go to the track by the hundreds of thousands looking to see a fiery wreck. If all crashes were magically eliminated, attendance at NASCAR races would drop very quickly and there would probably be no talk of new long-term TV deals.
That high-speed violence is why we watch, why we?re captivated by guys like Baltimore Ravens linebacker Ray Lewis and fighters like Margarito and Miguel Cotto. The lust for violence is why Margarito?s bout against Cotto for the World Boxing Association super Saturday at Madison Square Garden in New York figures to be a pay-per-view hit. People remember their savage 2008 bout in Las Vegas and know how the rivalry between them has only increased tenfold in the intervening three-and-a-half years.
