IT was the night Atlantic City discovered life after Arturo Gatti. On September 29, 2007, Kelly Pavlik and Jermain Taylor played rock โem sock โem with each otherโs faces in the most cartoonishly brilliant middleweight title fight in years. A little more than two years after Bernard Hopkinsโ age of austerity was ended, Pavlik and Taylor turned back the clock to produce a fight straight out of the eighties.
That was a time when โthe matches themselves transcended the squalor of the business side of the sport and focused only on the men who foughtโ, as Pete Hamill wrote in the foreword to George Kimballโs Four Kings. And given the squalid aftermath of Taylorโs wins over Hopkins, when the then-41-year-old Hopkins went from calling his loss โa robberyโ to โa rapeโ, Taylorโs fight with Pavlik was a necessary balm. Hopkins had taken to calling Taylor the corporate champion before their second fight, but there was nothing corporate about this. Forget the business of boxing: under the electric blue of the Boardwalk Hallโs barrel chest ceiling, this had all the gorgeous severity of a bloodsport at its best…
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