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Madcow’s Standing 8 Count (6/29/09)

by Madcow

Aside from actually being written, this week’s column will be a little different.

Last week, as you all know, Michael Jackson died. I have had a special relationship throughout my life with madcow11Jackson. No, I never got to visit Neverland ranch as a child and I was never able to share a can of Jesus Juice with the “one-gloved-one.”

My connection with Jackson isn’t even about music. Actually, I’m luke warm to his talents.

No. My link with Jackson goes directly through Lori C, Madcow’s first love and a very fine looking High School Junior with bubble gum lip gloss and a teddy bear backpack.

I had taken “Ms. C” to the Junior Prom and, to spare all the details, that was the night your favorite bovine became a man.

On the way home, I turned on the radio in my clunker in absolute glee and the first song on the radio was “Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson. Not my type of music, but on that particular night, it was the greatest song I had ever heard.

So, this column is dedicated to Michael Jackson, “Billie Jean,” and beautiful Lori C, who was more woman at 17 than all 3 of my wives put together. But enough with this sappy crap.

In a “Thriller,” Marcos Maidana overcame knockdowns and all obstacles to force Victor Ortiz into submission. Now, after an embarrassing quit job and a non-fighter-like post-fight interview, Ortiz has to seriously take a look at the “Man in the Mirror” and decide if he really wants to continue fighting or if he just wants to “Beat It.

Smooth Criminal,” Oscar De la Hoya desperately tried to spin Ortiz’s quit job into something quite the opposite, but nobody is buying it. Overall, it hasn’t been a good time to be a Golden Boy prospect. Abner Mares split, Ortiz was just crushed and “King of Pop,” James Kirkland is eating bologna and mayonaise sandwiches behind bars.

Remember the Time” when PPV dates were reserved for only the elite fights, the best of the best? The Latin Fury show this Saturday was just, plain “Bad.” I would like to run into the chump who paid 35 bucks to see this suck-fest so I can sell him some bumper car tickets at Neverland Ranch. Wake me up when Juanma Lopez starts fighting someone with a pulse.

Arthur Abraham defended his title against some guy named Oral on Showtime Saturday. I’m sorry, but the only thing I’m watching with the name “Oral” on it is a PPV movie from The Spice Channel.

Everything else this Summer has been a big let-down. Cancelled or postponed fights, combined with weak matchups. Boxing is in a serious “Jam” and needs to fix things fast or, maybe next year, there won’t be anyone buying these shows for broadcast.

Well, seeing that its been a slow news Summer and that I’ve exhausted my Michael Jackson references, I think I’ll end this special edition of Madcow’s Standing 8 Count.

Besides, I’ve just called the escort service and told them to send their best; Doesn’t matter if they’re “Black or White,” I just “Wanna be Startin’ Somethin’.” Now, “Leave Me Alone.”

RIP Michael


Madcow’s Standing 8 Count (6/8/09)

by Madcow

Here I am, your favorite bovine boxing columnist, rockin’ you like a mother frickin’ hurricane, with several axes to grind and a massive inferiority complex (not to mention a substance abuse problem, a weight problem, severalmadcow11 dozen outstanding parking tickets and a sexual addiction that makes David Carradine look like Fred Rogers)!

Sorry for last week’s lack of a column, but I was knee-deep in Polynesian trim and I honestly didn’t feel like writing another column on a slow news week.

But then, as if delivered from heaven directly to my bloodshot eyes, David Haye gives me enough material for several month’s worth of columns!

By now, I’m sure you all know, but Haye pulled out of his Heavyweight title fight against Wladimir Klitschko, leaving behind a stadium’s worth of sold tickets, several million dollars and about 50,000 dumb T-shirts where Haye is ripping the heads off of the Klitschko Bros.

Now, it’s just Haye who’s getting a virtual decapitation from fans and media for talking so much trash and backing out at the last minute.

Don’t buy the injury talk, this Madcow can smell cold feet when their rubbed up against his nose. Haye wrote a check that his sack couldn’t cash.

Now, Wlad has an opponent in Ruslan Chagaev who may have Hepatitis, but isn’t suffering from “yellow” fever. I say Klit, as a punishment, makes Haye fight Chris Arreola, Alexander Povetkin and Samuel Peter before getting back into contention.

All in all, though, this is a good thing since it saves me the 5 minutes the fight would’ve lasted before Klitschko separated Haye’s flapping jaw from his head.

Ahhhhh. It’s good to be back!

Message boards and websites are on fire all over the net about the upcoming Floyd MayweatherJuan Manuel Marquez fight. I’ve heard both sides and here’s the official decision from Madcow:

Mayweather’s entitled to a tune-up fight and even a mini-Marquez is not bad at all for a tune-up. If Mayweather isn’t making a serious effort to fight someone named Pacquiao, Cotto, Mosley or Williams next, then he deserves the wrath of the world.

Doesn’t it seem that Manny Pacquiao’s people know deep down inside that the dog and pony show is just about up? His people want nothing to do with a real Welterweight fight, they’re already dismissing the idea of a Mayweather fight and they’re going to price themselves out of any fight against a legit 140 lb. fighter.

On a similar note, if any Welter melts down to meet Pacquiao’s crazy demands, they are goofy and deserve the dehydrated beating they’ll get. Hear that, Shane Mosley?

David Tua announced that he’ll officially be changing his ring name from “Tuaman” to “The Tuaminator.” Can Madcow make a few more name change suggestions? How about “Tua Years Since He’s Last Fought,” “It’s Tua Bad He Doesn’t Get Off His Fat Ass and Fight, ” or “I Wouldn’t Pay Tua Cents to Watch Him Fight Shane Cameron?”

Alfredo Angulo, buddy, how the hell could you lose to Kermit “I’m Too Sensitive” Cintron?

Kelly Pavlik re-signed with Top Rank after they spent the last 18-months burying the kid against weak opposition on bogus cards and allowing him to get within spitting distance of a slick spoiler like Bernard Hopkins. Maybe Pavlik is the “take the money and run” type of fighter after all. Kelly, how many pick up trucks and “Best of Bob Seeger” CDs can you buy?

John Ruiz is still whining about not getting another shot at the Heavyweight title and about not getting the respect he thinks he deserves. Well, this cure for insomnia has had almost a dozen world title fights in his putrid career and, combined, they’ve produced less excitement than the first round of any James Kirkland bout. Go away, Ruiz and take your garbage attitude and style with you. You are to Boxing what Stryper was to Death Metal.

Alright, kiddies, all out of venom for this week. See ya next Sunday and, remember, support the BTBC. I have it on good word that this Summer will make or break our community. Let’s keep stickin’ it to the man. F*ck You Fightnews and Max Boxing! Madcow’s gonna rape Boxingscene’s mother!

Peace and Love.

Madcow’s Standing 8 Count (5/10/09)

by Madcow

Welcome to another week’s worth of Boxing slaps and tickles with your favorite overweight booze hound-wh*re monger. In case you don’t know who I am, my name is Madcow- I’m an independently wealthy Boxing expert and, quite often, the smartest guy in the room.

Chad Dawson beat Antonio Tarver, again, in an almost identical fight as their first one. Nothing was working last Saturday. The whole HBO telecast seemed off. Dawson looked flat, Tarver looked ancient and even the ring card girls looked skankier than usual. It was a bad night for all parties…especially us fans who had to sit through a snore-fest while thinking about just how many great fights we could’ve seen aired with the money they wasted on Dawson/Tarver 2.

The next step for Dawson is to find a decent fight among all the bums at 175. The only option for a money fight is to fly out to Wales, find out where Calzaghe’s gone drinking, bring TV cameras and force Joe to fight him, ala Rocky V…Either that or invent a time machine so he can go back 8 years to fight a Roy Jones who could actually defend himself.

As for Antonio Tarver…Tarver goes back to doing what all marginally successful men with smoking hot wives do- Look over his shoulder and have a private detective follow Denise Tarver around all day.

Speaking of Denise Tarver…Denise, drop me a line, ok? You can send all e-mails to boxing_times@yahoo.com. Put “Madcow” in the title and it’ll be forwarded to me…Later, pumpkin.

Hector Camacho and Yory Boy Campas went ahead with their ridiculous PPV on Saturday. Florida played host to these geezers since Jersey wouldn’t license Camacho. I was pulling for the show to be named “When Swollen Prostates Collide,” but they went with “Nations Collide” or something silly like that. There’s no word on the buy rate yet, but it has to be at least “1” because of the guy who was airing the illegal stream that I watched on the internet.

As for the show itself, if you enjoy the feel and production value of Sunday morning UHF Pro-Wrestling shows, you would’ve loved this one. Dim lighting, grainy color, cheap effects…you had to know that any PPV featuring a 47-year old felon in the main event had to be all class.

By the way, the fight was declared a draw…and there’s no truth to the rumor that the pre-fight physical used carbon dating technology.

Next week, Andre Ward and Edison Miranda mix it up. I have to admit that Miranda is the type of blow-hard bully that I hate with a passion. But, Ward is the type of good-looking arrogant jock I also hate with a passion. So, I’m torn. Maybe I’ll root for a double knockout or a collapsing roof.

Roy Jones wanted to fight in the UFC Octagon against Anderson Silva and the fight would’ve been made if Dana White hadn’t vetoed it. White says that a Jones fight is meaningless and that he doesn’t want to be responsible for a legend like Roy Jones getting hurt. Yeah, right…and the only reason I’m not nailing Scarlett Johansson is because I don’t like busty blondes.

The Kelly PavlikSergio Mora fight, scheduled for June 27th, has been cancelled. On the surface this is good news, but all this means is that we’re still going to have to co-exist in the same universe as Mora until Pavlik’s staph infection of the hand is better.

Ok, I have to run, I gotta get a massage and if I show up late for my appointment, the “happy ending” becomes an “inconclusive session-ender.”

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I’ll see ya next Sunday, ladies.

The Standing 8 Count (4/26/09)

by Madcow

Ahhhh….There’s nothing like a week off to really make a man feel at ease with the world. I was feeling a little guilty at madcow112first, but then I thought to myself, “Hey! You ain’t getting paid!” That made me feel a lot better.

Is there anyone who gets knocked out better than Jermain Taylor? I mean, look at his face and his body when he gets whooped! He gets this blank look in his eyes and his body crumples like one of my used kleenex. Now, there’s a man who has the decency to look whooped when he was whooped.

Congratulations to Carl Froch who followed the perfect strategy for beating “The Head of Block from Little Rock”: Throw punches and wait until Taylor gets tired and starts running into them. But, sorry, “Cobra,” you are still not “worthy” of a fight with Joe Calzaghe. It’ll take 10 more years and a loss to Sven Ottke to qualify you for “Super” Joe.

This Just In: Juan Manuel Lopez has just broken into Gerry Penalosa‘s house and his beating the Filipino up at his dinner table… And Penalosa still won’t go down!

Gerry Penalosa is a freaking robot. I’ve never seen anyone outside of a Friday the 13th movie take so much punishment and still keep coming forward.

Penalosa’s toughness aside, Lopez is a beast and will massacre most of 122 and 126.

Speaking of massacres, Allan Green finally found his mojo and starched Carlos DeLeon Jr. on the undercard of Froch/Taylor. This is the first time I’ve seen the potential from Green that so many claimed he had. Where was this version of Green when he “pussed” his way around the ring against Edison Miranda? Maybe the section of colon he had removed? May I suggest a similar ass operation for Andre Ward and Eddie Chambers?

Speaking of ass-work, Cory Spinks is back in the mix at 154 lbs. with his solid win over DeAndre Latimore on Friday. Actually, to be fair to Spinks, this one wasn’t actually all bad. I just have to say, though: Doesn’t Cory Spinks look like the biggest idiot in the world when he does his pre-fight dance thing?

What I want to know is why anyone still sticks with Don King as a promoter? With just about one real card a year, he has at least a half dozen solid fighters just withering on the vine. A 22-year old prospect like Devon Alexander should not have ring rust against a club fighter like he did on Friday’s undercard.

James Kirkland was arrested on gun charges and could likely see prison time for a parole violation. Would it be too much to ask of Ann Wolfe to cut her hair short like Kirkland’s and assume the young phenom’s fight schedule? I mean, gee, Kirkland was doing so well…

So, next week is the big one- Manny Pacquiao vs. Ricky Hatton. Let me be one of the first to say that, despite the 24/7 shows on HBO and all the hype, this is a mismatch. By the 4th round, Hatton will look like he was eating tomato paste without his hands. Forget all the pro-Hatton reasoning, Ricky doesn’t have a chance in hell. Pacquiao is going to beat him like Reginald Denny got beat in the LA Riots. This one will put the quaint and likeable chap, Hatton, into a much-needed retirement. And if Pacquiao is especially blood-thirsty on the 2nd, this bout will not be suitable for younger, more squeemish viewers. Floyd Mayweather Sr.- Bring a pint of O+ with you.

Apparently, Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s retirement is only going to last about 18 months. Rumblings are strong that “Money” will be coming back on July 18th against Juan Manuel Marquez and I believe them. Now, if it were rumored that he was coming back against a prime, world-class fighter in his own weight class? Then, I wouldn’t believe a word of it.

Ok, gotta run and see if I still have some money in the bank. I have a big vacation coming up. Paul, please remove all Swine Flu patients from the Central Mexico area- especially the zonas de tolerancia.

See ya next week, ladies.

The Standing 8 Count (4/12/09)

by Madcow

Help yourself to another heaping dish of Madcow Stew, Boxing’s answer to 60 Minutes, minus the annoying ticking madcow111clock and hideously ugly old people.

Paul Williams did what most expected him to do, he out-worked a defense-minded Winky Wright and walked away with an easy UD. Now, the rest of Boxing and the majority of its fans will go back to doing what I expect them to do- Ignore Paul Williams.

Let’s face it, Williams won’t be getting a major fight again unless he does like he did with Margarito- stick in a weight class, become #1 contender and force the issue. Otherwise, look for him to spend the rest of his career mopping up dying stars and beating up fringe wanabe contenders.

The undercard of Williams/Wright featured Chris Arreola vs. Jameel McCline. What’s a 3-Letter word for “chubby?” Starts with an “F.” Ok, let me get this out of my system: FAT, FAT, FAT, FAT, FATTY, FAT, FAT!  These two chumps were huge! They looked like they were getting winded during the introductions! I hadn’t seen so many stretch marks since I accidentally got carted into the Cook County Hospital Maternity Ward! When they clinched, you could hear a distinct squishing sound. This fight looked like the tranny actress, Divine from “Pink Flamingo” was fighting the version of himself/herself from “Hairspray.”

Phew! I think I’m done now.

Before Arreola apologists start writing me about how much he’s improved and how his weight really isn’t such a big issue, let me tell you chubby-chasers something; America’s highest-regarded Heavyweight hopeful shouldn’t look like he just got out of a pie eating contest. He’s our last chance for cryin’ out loud! If he can’t bring a title back to the USA, all we’re left with is Eddie Chambers and JD Chapman!

Oscar De la Hoya will announce his future this Tuesday, the 14th. Retirement or one more fight? I guess we’ll all know his future plans Tuesday afternoon. But wouldn’t it be a hoot if his big announcement was that he was going to now live his life as “Goldie,” his fishnet-wearing, gender-bending alter ego? Judging from his last performance, that’s not too far-fetched.

There’s not too much else happening in the sport, so I’ll close out this week’s column with my betting advice on the following fights:

April 25th- Jermian Taylor (-120) vs. Carl Froch (-110): Put it all on Taylor, but wait awhile before placing the bet. It’s almost even odds right now, but as the European bets start coming in, look for Froch to become the favorite. Then, you’ll clean up- Froch couldn’t beat Taylor on his best day. And this is coming from a Froch fan/ Taylor critic.

May 2nd- Manny Pacquiao (-230) vs. Ricky Hatton (+190): Pacquiao’s going to brutalize Hatton, but again, wait to make your bet. Right now, -230 is not that great, but as Vegas begins to fill with drunken Brits, expect those odds to drop to around -190.

May 9thChad Dawson (-800) vs. Antonio Tarver (+500): This is going to surprise some of you, but take your baby- sitting money and let it ride on Tarver. Dawson’s chin is too suspect to be such a favorite against Tarver. I wouldn’t bet my whole roll on this, but a 50 buck bet to win 250 is not bad- And if you lose, you’ll just have to skip your nice dinner and head out to the belly-busting, colon-grinding Circus Circus buffet.

June 2othWladimir Klitschko (-260) vs. David Haye (+200): Common betting philospohy- Never bet on a fight between two screw-ups. So, I wouldn’t touch this one. However, I’d jump all over the 8 1/2 under at +150. If this fight goes more than 6, it’ll be a miracle; More than 8 rounds and it’ll only be because both guys tripped and sprained their ankles, preventing them from attacking.

So, there! I made you rich and you haven’t done a damn thing for me! A nice 10% would do just fine- Just enough to set another aviation record by once again going “Around the World” from the comfort of my own hotel room.

Alright, Kiddies, That’s enough from me. Too much and you’ll start getting all clingy- like Chris Arreola’s wet boxers to his blubbery behind…

See ya next Sunday.

The Standing 8 Count (4/5/09)

by Madcow

Yes, its Sunday and that means another addition of The Standing 8 Count, Boxing’s turd in the punch bowl. Hold your madcow11applause ’til the end.

My Saturday afternoon was to be a very nice affair. A nice, early lunch, a “high-end” lady friend and Alexander Povetkin vs. Jason Estrada to top it all off. Well, I had the lunch and the lady. Then, as I tried to take in the Heavyweight fight from Germany, sleep overtook me- Boring, safety-first plod-fests tend to have that impact on people. I tried my damndest to stay awake, but I was out like a light by the fourth. By the time I got up, my lady was gone and so was my watch, a portable dvd player and 80 bucks from the nightstand. Wilfried Sauerland, you and your boring-ass fighters owe me about 400 bucks, total! And I’d like that money before the next Nikolay Valuev fight!

Still steaming from the Sauerland-induced coma and resulting theft, I was hardly in the mood for more Boxing. But I’m sure glad I didn’t give up just yet. The rest of the evening saw 6 fights, each entertaining in their own way. By the end of the night, I had forgotten my tragic afternoon delight.

The Lightweight Lightning PPV and the Showtime Championship Boxing show proved to me once again that Boxing needn’t be just scandals surrounded by mismatches and shoved into 50 dollar PPV’s.

In a world where Jones/Sheika, Khan/Barrera and Chavez Jr./Cuello are all PPV main events and the bitter aftertaste of the Antonio Plasterito scandal is still fresh in our mouths, we needed a night like last night to cleanse our suffering palates in preperation for the quality fights to come.

Lightweight Lightning gave us 3 quality showdowns and a glimpse at the freak show called Edwin Valero. The show took care of business in telling us that: A) Julio Diaz and Jesus Chavez are finished, B) Vicente Escobedo is good, but needs the type of education fighters get from fighting guys like Carlos Hernandez and C) Valero makes Edison Miranda look like “Sweet Pea” Whitaker.

Speaking of Valero, there’s something almost sad in the way he’s been sheltered. 2-time champ or not, he needs to go to school a lot more before looking for a spot on the varsity team. Right now, he’d be little more than a light snack for guys like Juan Manuel Marquez, Nate Campbell or Manny Pacquiao.

The Showtime card featured a unification of the WBC and WBO Jr. Welterweight titles. Timothy Bradley overcame 2 bookend knockdowns and an obvious physical disadvantage to get the unanimous decision. Kendall Holt accounted for himself very well, but the li’l guy Bradley was as tenacious as those Jehovah Witnesses I locked up in my basement that one time. It’s a shame that neither fighter, unless they beat up an emaciated Oscar De la Hoya has a chance of landing a shot at the Ring Magazine and lineal champ, Ricky Hatton.

The opening bout on that Showtime card pitted Librado Andrade against Vitaly Tsypko in an IBF Super Middleweight Eliminator. IBF champ, Lucian Bute, was in the audience looking like he wanted Tsypko to win so badly. When Andrade won an easy Unanimous decision, Bute gave him the “thumbs up” and then desperately urged his assistant to send some flowers to Montreal’s resident crooked ref, Marlon B. Wright.

The long-awaited (and I mean loooong awaited) bout between Wladimir Klitschko and David Haye is finally official for June 20th. Haye had to agree to another match with the Klitschko of their choosing should he win, then a fight with the other Klitschko, then a rematch with the Klitschko who got the first bout. Also, on the contract: Haye has to fight in high-heeled KISS boots, he has to eat nothing but Spam and Yoohoo for the 6 weeks prior to the fight and he has to wear the spit bucket over his head in every even-numbered round.

A tip for you, Klit bros.: Don’t act so scared. All its gonna take is one stiff jab or the breeze from a left hook and Haye is toast…or an English Muffin, whatever the case may be.

Now its time for me to go back to my online watch shopping, but remember: Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars! or was that “Keep your knees on the bed and keep reaching for the pillow?” I can’t remember, but I guess both’ll work.

The Standing 8 Count (3/29/09)

by Madcow

I officially call to order the weekly meeting of the Fraternal Order of Madcow Nut-huggers…The Honorable Madcow D. Diggler presiding…You may take your seat.

Now, where do I start? How about Latin Fury 8, which featured 2 world class talents (Fernando Montiel, madcow112Humberto Soto) in glorified sparring matches and a main event which featured a back and forth battle between 2 glorified sparring partners (Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. and Luciano Cuello).

The only thing furious about that show was the mayor of Tijuana bragging about there not being any Baghdad-like battles in the town in over 14 months. I know Mexico very well, my knowledge only being second on The BTBC to Paul Magno himself, and I can almost promise you that a town being spared the bloodshed is a sign of that town having already fallen to the drug cartels. Take from that what you will.

After the life and death struggle with 106th ranked Cuello, Jr. and his brain trust mentioned Manny Pacquiao as a potential opponent. You’d have to go down to Strawweight before you find a world class fighter who wouldn’t make Jr. cry.

A nice opponent for Chavez  Jr. would be china-chinned Ronald Hearns. Philly-based club fighter, Harry Joe Yorgey KO’d Hearns in the 9th and basically sent “The Chosen One” back to being “That Gym Coach That’s Tommy Hearns’ Son.” Hearns must be doubting the existence of a god who would allow him to inherit his dad’s fragile chin yet none of his power.

Andre Dirrell beat the stuffing out of Fighter X on the same Showtime card as Hearns. Dirrell shows brief glimpses of young Roy Jones, but unfortunately, he has the charisma of Jermain Taylor. So, he better impress in the ring…and carrying an obviously inferior fighter with a broken nose 5 or 6 rounds is not the way to win over fans. Dirrell is probably good enough right now to beat the Lacy’s and Bika’s of the division, let’s see it.

“The Tijuana Plaster Caster” Antonio Margarito‘s stock continues to fall faster than your father’s 401k. The lab reports are in and proved conclusively that his wraps were treated with substances that add up to be plaster of paris. And, oblivious as usual, Margarito’s first reaction is to give an interview where he plots out his fight plan for the rest of the year. Either this guy is the stupidest guy in Tijuana or he is in some serious denial. Does anybody have any idea what the long-term effects are of inhaling plaster of paris?

Miguel Cotto responded to the Margarito hand wrap findings by going into a rant about how Tony deserves a lifetime ban- and he has every right to do so. His bloody beating at the hands of Margarito was as wrong and as unecessary as mine 4 years ago when I tried to defend the honor of a Mexico City stripper. At least Cotto got paid for his beating.

I’m still trying to block that sloppy excuse-for-a-boxing-match, Sam Peter vs. Eddie Chambers  from my memory. And to think, I was actually looking forward to this bout! I was watching it from a laptop in my hotel room and I had to keep checking my connection because I couldn’t believe the pace was so slow! What happened to the Heavyweights? Were they always this slow? Would a crate of Hostess products have inspired a better performance from these fatties? Let’s think of something because things are critical…

The fight I’m looking forward to next week is the Kendall Holt/Timothy Bradley title unification on Showtime. Sure, there’s a chance that this’ll turn into a boring chess match, but at least we’ll have one fewer champion; At least we actually have champions who are not dead-set on meaningless catchweight fights for short-term paydays. The winner of Holt/Bradley will be the real champ at 140.

Well, I see from my empty glass that my time’s up. Come back next week for some more gems of wisdom from Boxing’s most loveable misanthropic bovine.

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