Days following exciting lightweight championship fight between Devin Haney and Vasyl Lomachenko, with sadness and confusion in my heart I opted to go to the barbershop to sort out my feelings. What was really bothering me? It was a very good fight; if you be a fan of sweet science. It was a very close fight. Yes, may be the wrong guy won, but it wasn’t a robbery or was it? With these thoughts on my mind I entered my favorite barbershop in Glendale.
Downtown Ronnie Brown was trying to imitate Nina Simone while wailing:
“I want a little sugar in my bowl
I want a little sweetness down in my soul
I could stand some lovin’, oh so bad
Feel so funny, I feel so sad”
Al The Barber was sharpening straight razor with a precision of a sushi chef, while Big Steve was applying an aftershave on his face and his round shiny bald head.
“If it isn’t a Fightmonger himself,” exclaimed Dave The Barber:” I bet I know what we are going to be fighting about today!”
“You don’t know shit,” corrected Al The Barber:” And neither do the judges in Las Vegas that scored that fight for Haney. I watched it and then I watched it again and then I watched it three more times and there is no way in hell Haney won that fight. That is not an opinion, but a fact. I will take it with me to the grave. That Ukrainian Cossack took it to him all day long and pressed him and hurt him and ruffled his feathers. That was a broad day light robbery, just as his manager said at the post fight press conference,”
“I don’t know shit,” cried out Dave The Barber;” Well, allow me to retort! It is you, who doesn’t know the difference between shit and manure. This fight was as close as butt chicks on that pretty shapely sister, who’s been coming around here sniffing after Big Steve. Almost every round was close and hard to score.”
” What did I do?” chimed in Big Steve with a smile of a guilty man:” What I saw was Loma leave his every last breath in the ring that night only to have judges take it away from him. That boy had nothing left. He gave it his all and then he sat in the locker room and wept from pure frustration of it all. All you really need to know is that both bud Crawford and Shakur saw Loma win that fight decisively.”
“Decisively is a very strong word,” cried out Downtown Ronnie Brown:” Every round was intense and close to call. Haney was ripping body hooks and Loma couldn’t miss with a left hand. It was sweet science at its best, but tight and close all the way, except for the tenth round, where Loma had Haney hurt and almost out.”
“And that is where the fix lies,” inserted Al The Barber:” That was the best round for Loma. He was close to stopping young American boy. Everybody saw it. Everybody except that crooked Pisano judge Morretti, who scored it for Haney. Our man Teddy Atlas almost had an aneurism. He demanded Morretti would answer in front of a commission. I say forget the commission put that criminal where he belongs – in jail.”
“Forget jail,” replied Big Steve:” He belongs in prison like Pelican Bay. What would happen to him if he screwed up the score card in a prison fight? Loma took it to that boy in championship rounds and won the fight.”
“But did he close the show?” inquired Dave The Barber:” In the old days you had to beat the champ to take his crown. And Loma couldn’t close the show in the final stanza. That’s why he was crying, because he couldn’t close the show. But what do I know. We want to know what you think.”
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