Herrera Brothers, crack open a beer. This next toast is for you.
Alberto Herrera was supposed to be filler for Demetrius Andrade's record. Alberto was paid to make the Olympian, Andrade, look like a hot prospect but Herrera had the nerve to stay standing after Andrade hit him. Herrera had the gall to take advantage of Andrade's wide-uppercuts and punch back. By the end of the fight, which Andrade won on every scorecard, Herrera left Teddy Atlas nothing to comment on but Andrade's lack of technique.
Mauricio Herrera should have been too old, too light-handed and too straight-forward to be a threat to Ruslan Provodnikov, a boxer whose face I'd hate to see in a dark alleyway. Instead, Herrera outboxed a guy who fights a street fight. At the end of the night, the Herrera brothers moved me more than any of these "prospects" ever would.
At every boxing match I attended, the boxer who tried the hardest was the one who got the cheers. Some of the more talented boxers don't have to try hard and that's their blessing but it will never win our fan favor. Floyd Mayweather Jr. makes his fights look so easy; so non-competitive that it brings me images of my cat playing with a field mouse before the inevitable kill. On the other hand, I can see the heart and soul Manny Pacquiao puts behind EVERY punch. The thought of such a punch with that much weight paralyzes me in my chair every time.
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