I SAW Marco Antonio Barrera fight on a day that I had always looked forward to as a day to just laze around — Sunday.
I had just done that. And I got rewarded. In fact, I got more than I had bargained for.
On Sunday, I watched Barrera with an eagle eye. Jotted down notes. Dissected every move that he made — from his penchant to move from right to left. Circling his opponent like an unstoppable carousel. Throwing punches like a pitcher unleashing curve balls to baffle a switch hitter.
