Broncano wrote:Good stuff, granberry. Your assessment of Braxton is right on the money.
And his fight with Spinks was frustrating to watch, round after round I kept waiting for Spinks to collapse.. I still am every time I watch that tape again.
Braxton's performance was suspicious in that fight.
I started to talk to his manager and trainer, Wesley Mouzon, about it after it took place, and Mouzon acted very strange, saying that he was climbing down out of the ring and still had his back to the ring when the fight started as Braxton walked out straight at Spinks and let Spinks hit him with a right hand.
(The same Braxton who earlier was so fast and hard to hit, walks right out and lets his opponent hit him with the very first punch of the fight? No thank you).
Mouzon acted differently when I brought up that fight than he did at any other time we talked, and we had spent hours on the phone over the years.
I am only interested in the best level in boxing, and after the Spinks-Braxton fight I had less to do with Mouzon.
At one point Braxton was fighting on a fight card card in my area and training there before the fight. Mouzon told me they were training at a certain location and asked me to come and see them. I said no. He asked me repeatedly in that conversation but I said I wouldn't.
I was disgusted with Braxton for what he did in his Spinks fight, and I wouldn't have been able to be around him without saying that. And even in his less than prime physical condition Braxton would have likely been a danger to me in such a situation. Besides, I had no interest in taking my time to see what was now a less than optimum fighter work out.
The first time I saw Braxton was at Frazier's gym in Philly. He was sitting down at the edge of the ring, and he looked like a powerfully built heavyweight.
When he stood up I was amazed to see he was about 5'5" (or less).
At that time he was a nobody and he and Mouzon told me they were going to travel to South Africa for a fight.
The first time I heard of Braxton was when Jerry Martin told me he hurt his hand in training. I asked him how it happened and he said he hurt it while sparring. I know there is always a reason for an "accident," so I asked him who he was sparring with.
He said it didn't matter, that it was just a new guy at the gym, a guy who tries to pressure you a lot.
I had to ask several times to finally get the name out oof Martin. It was Braxton.
That told me that this new guy Braxton put enough pressure on Martin in sparring so that Martin was forced to throw a punch that landed too high on the head or without his hand set to punch correctly.
The Braxton-Spinks fight was the last fight I took seriously.
I thought Braxton, even though he showed some deterioration against Eddie Davis, would be too much for Spinks physically.
I remember as I sat there in disgust and amazement and watched Braxton do nothing to try to win the fight for 15 smelly rounds,
the wife of a friend of mine whose house I was watching it at said to me,
"What is wrong with you? What are you doing? You always tell everyone else not to eat bad food, and you just gobbled up two whole big bowls of potato chips.'
Apparently my disgust as I watched the strange exhibition unfold before me unconsciously resulted in my trying to poison myself with junk food.
I had seen enough phony "boxing" during the Don King, Larry Hazzard, Ali, Ray Leonard era so that I stopped taking the sport seriously.
I was disgusted that for one last time, when I should have known better, I suckered myself into expecting a fight to be legitimate.
The PR fighter does not lose in the Don King, Larry Hazzard era.