Boxers, Never Boxing.

Crawford/ Spence Postfight Notes

The first fight my grandmother told me to pay attention to was Julio Cesar Chavez against Edwin Rosario. It was late October 1987, I was nine years old, and my grandmother was training me to be her useful little man. Sitting in my little brown chair beside her snakeskin green throne, she taught me the ins and outs of the sport by pointing to Julio’s brilliant performance. Through 11 rounds, she taught me to look at his movement, footwork, and the fundamentals of his body punching and straight right hand. When In close against Rosario, she…