I watched Rocky III for the first time in 1983. I was 4 years old. I watched Rocky III for the one hundredth time in 1983. I was 4 years old.
The Rocky series captured the drama potential that exists in the sport of boxing in a way that even a 4-year-old can appreciate. When you transition from the Hollywood into the real-world sport of boxing, however, the drama becomes much more subtle, and scarce. One has to be selective about the fights that he watches, lest he become engulfed in oceans of boring bouts between mediocre fighters. I generally only watch the fights that are broadcast on HBO. This is a form of personal quality control and it raises the likelihood of a fight being exciting from 1% up to about 35%. Still, it is seldom in real boxing to see the level of drama that the Rocky series conveyed.
Despite these low odds, I am still drawn to boxing for the potential of drama. I enjoy the thrill of seeing two undefeated champions go head to head (e.g. Oscar De La Hoya vs Felix Trinidad). I hope for my aging heroes to be able to turn back the clock, if only for a night, and reclaim their former form to defeat a younger rising star. Muhammad Ali’s defeat of a younger, stronger favorite George Foreman is one example of drama that exceeded the manufactured drama of Hollywood.
On Saturday night, Bernard Hopkins brought some more genuine drama to the Ring. At 43 years old it looked like he didn’t have much left to offer, based on his previous couple of fights in which he made his opponents look awkward but didn’t offer much offense himself. On Saturday, against middleweight champion Kelly Pavlik, however, he looked like a finely tuned and youthful boxing master. He completely schooled and dismantled Pavlik, leaving him in bewilderment of what had happened.
Prior to the fight Pavlik was undefeated, and was (and still is) a rising star in the sport. He had recorded two decisive victories over Jermain Taylor, who had defeated Hopkins twice a couple of years ago to take the middleweight title which Hopkins had held for a record ten years. Pavlik was a 4-to-1 favorite to beat Hopkins. The only question was whether he could knock Hopkins out. What actually happened was very different. Hopkins owned every round and, by about the fourth round, the question became whether Hopkins could knock Pavlik out.
Watching this fight reminded me of why I enjoy the sport of boxing. It can be seen as an allegory for life. You can watch a young prospect come of age, gain skill, face challenges and climb to the top of the proverbial mountain. Within a few short years, however, you are forced to watch this same prospect begin to diminish with age and be overtaken by the shadow of what he once was. But once in a while you get to witness a blazingly beautiful sunset to cap a great career and peel away the shadows that must ultimately prevail. I believe I watched such a sunset on Saturday with Hopkins’ brilliant performance.
I hope the sun never completely sets on Hopkins, but knowing that it must, I hope that it lasts at least a few more years.