I didn’t spend last weekend at Mandalay Bay. I couldn’t afford to. Even with the “media rate” for a room, it was too pricey – before airfare from San Antonio. Hopkins-Jones II was the main event of a $49 pay-per-view card called “The Rivals.” I couldn’t afford that either. Apparently history was made. Sorry I missed it.
Friday, May 21, though, I’ll board a flight to Los Angeles ($110). Then I’ll stay in a hotel near Staples Center Friday ($80) and Saturday ($80). Then I’ll fly home Sunday ($110 again). I can afford Vazquez-Marquez IV.
After food, “Once and Four All” should cost me eight times more than I couldn’t afford to spend on “The Rivals.” I know what you’re thinking because I’m thinking it too: “Eight times? Even at 10x, Vazquez-Marquez is a steal!”
Indeed it is, friends. On May 22 at Staples Center, Israel Vazquez and Rafael Marquez will make the fourth fight of their rivalry – the finest of my lifetime. Three Thursdays ago, Golden Boy Promotions held a kickoff press conference to announce it. Whenever the officers of that company come out of hiding for what happened last weekend, do congratulate them: Vazquez-Marquez III deserved a larger venue than Home Depot Center’s tennis stadium, every prizefight deserves a better venue than a casino, and Golden Boy Promotions is the reason “Once and Four All” is in a large stadium where real fans can purchase real tickets.
A quick note about the tagline. “Once and Four All” is very much better than “Who R U Picking?” but you’re right to fear that “four” will play too large a role in coverage of this event – as in “Fourward Four You!” or “Fourever UnFourgettable.” Here’s why. The word “trilogy” is well known, while the word “tetralogy” doesn’t come standard in the MS Word dictionary. But a tetralogy is what this fight will make. That word can be added to the custom dictionary to ensure spell check doesn’t ding it and send you careering back towards “Fourtunate Foursome!”
Now a note or two about ambivalence.
I was in the camp that didn’t want to see this fight happen. I was ringside for Vazquez-Marquez III. It was wicked. Israel Vazquez’s face was a grotesquerie in the post-fight press conference – and he was the winner. Selfishly, too, I was content with having written about the finale of a series that will be the standard by which aficionados still judge prizefighting rivalries in 2035.
Great writing chooses solely great figures for subjects. Words are elevated by their topics. Even an average writer could put together a very good piece were he present for, say, Marvin Hagler’s match with Tommy Hearns. Meanwhile, Hopkins-Jones II would hamstring a ringside report by Shakespeare on lede and Cervantes on sidebar.
We should choose carefully, then, and Israel Vazquez and Rafael Marquez are great as sport makes men.
But unlike in Vazquez and Marquez’s fights at super bantamweight, it’s very hard to believe that, come May 22, we’ll be looking at the world’s two best featherweights. This fourth fight will happen at 126 pounds, where neither Vazquez nor Marquez could be ranked in the Top 6. Both men are now years past their 30th birthdays, and if they can no longer be asked to make 122 they shouldn’t either be asked to make fights with Juan Manuel Lopez or Yuriorkis Gamboa.
Which brings us to this: No matter how competitive the fourth fight is, it won’t be great as the third. Fighters don’t improve after what Vazquez and Marquez did to one another two years ago. The most we can hope is that 25 consecutive rounds together eroded the men equally.
There’s evidence that suggests this. Vazquez did not look very good in his October fight with Angel Antonio Priolo, 19 months after his third fight with Marquez. He looked hittable as ever. He ground out a win by grinding Priolo into a dusty film on the Nokia Theater canvas. It took him nine rounds and more scars over his oft-damaged left eye, though.
But if you’re only exposure to Rafael Marquez’s win over Colombian Jose Francisco Mendoza in May comes from BoxRec.com – Result: TKO-3 for Marquez – you’re incompletely informed. That fight happened in the Mexican state of Nuevo Leon and was available on TV Azteca 7, a channel nary an American had access to. Marquez did not look well-adjusted to his new weight. And Mendoza’s 21-2-2 (17 KOs) record was a Bogota fiction; he’d gone 0-2-1 just before Marquez stopped him, and he’d go out like a light 100 days later when Jhonny Gonzalez starched him thrice as fast as Marquez had.
Still, I think I’ll pick Marquez. He is a special talent with a special trainer in Nacho Beristain; on paper, he should have won the second fight and the third one, too. Just like I picked. That’s the insincere part. I’d hate to jinx Vazquez by picking him now.
I’ve written more words about other fighters. But there is no one – perhaps no subject – I’ve enjoyed writing about more than Israel Vazquez. By May 22 he’ll have fought once in 26 months, but I’ve still made him the subject of four columns since he beat Marquez in Carson, Calif.
So let’s end with a Vazquez anecdote.
At last year’s BWAA dinner, I sat across the table from Israel. He was with his brother-in-law, and PR ace Bernie Bahrmasel. Late in the night, Israel’s brother-in-law went to get his picture taken with some of the glamorously clad gals who’d presented awards. Vazquez nodded in his direction and said, “Look at him.”
“He tells them he’s with Vazquez, and they all want a picture,” I said.
“But I am Vazquez!” Israel said, pointing at his chest and smiling.
Three was enough. Four is too many. But if Izzy and Rafa must fight on, may the exchange rate be fair. And may they be paid properly, too. See you in Los Angeles.
Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter.com/bartbarry
