Trinidad vs. Mayorga

I saw Mayorga versus Trinidad fight yesterday night from outside a window in a first floor apartment on the street of my desolate and dangerous looking Bronx. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one. As I was making my way home, I stopped at the deli and then farther down the road home, I saw the quiet commotion of the bystander. I stood there and we exchanged comments on the fight. Mayorga was getting the beating of a lifetime but he was also missing the huge punches that he was throwing Trinidad’s way and finding asylum on the air. That took away a lot from Mayorga, who seemed nonetheless to have a titanic chin to withstand and absorb such punishment. Trinidad was not the overall dominant boxer on the ring; he was careful and even moved around well, like I’ve never seen him do in other bouts. It was just a bloodied affair. Mayorga seemed to get a second wing following a low blow by Trinidad that gave him a respite. If it weren’t for that, the fight might have ended earlier. Quiet honestly, I have a tendency to root for the underdog or choose the fight who more often than not loses. I had a feeling that Mayorga might win but I said, as usual, that I thought Trinidad would come out victorious. Coming out of a long retirement, Trinidad showed that rest doesn’t always equate rust. That briefly made my world make sense again.