The Puerto Rican “Bomba”: Intern perspective of Garcia v Herrera

by Juan Fco. Santillan

Last night, team BMB viewed the “anticipated” match between Danny “Swift” Garcia and Mauricio “El Maestro” Herrera. “Prodigal Son” Garcia, an ethnic Puerto Rican, was facing a little-known ethnic Mexican, Herrera.  In my brief analysis, I’m going to play to my strengths: my sex-appeal and literary devices. I will also display an egregious use of “air quotes”. Speaking of sex-appeal, shout-out to the lovely Rosie Perez, who was attentively watching the match:

Even though this was no Mexico v Puerto Rico (such as Tito Trinidad v. De la Hoya), the very same De la Hoya was trying to cash in on that angle by brining Garcia back “home”, the only difference being that Herrera’s history was completely ignored in the build up to the match.  Clearly, there was no money to be made exploiting Herrera’s background for profit.

As Mateo covered earlier today, Herrera executed his game plan with great efficiency, leading some to believe (Herrera being one of them) that he had won the match.  Garcia was frustrated by Herrera’s strategy during much of the match, and his trainer seemed to vent all his frustrations on him between every round. Still, with Golden Boy’s backing, a home crowd cheering you on, and facing a relatively unknown opponent, Garcia had a clear advantage. Herrera had a very steep mountain to climb in order to become champion, needing a TKO to win the belt.
Based on the above factors, I wonder if Herrera would have only gotten the “Tie” for knocking out Garcia.  Of course, I’m being facetious.  The end result was a “close” match, and so Garcia was able to defend his belt, in spite of the lackluster performance he displayed.  Some believe that making weight was a clear factor in Garcia’s lack of explosive punches and general power throughout the night.  Regardless, Puerto Rico has a reason to smile, as their reigning champ visited his home and “delivered” by defending his title.

Was anyone really shocked by the result?  We reached out to the boxing community, straight to the actual athletes themselves for their perspective on the referees’ decision in awarding Garcia the victory.  “The Latin Snake”, Sergio Mora told BMB:

Many others believed that Herrera was wining the match earlier on, and showed their dismay in the end-result.

What’s next for Danny Garcia?  It seems he’s thinking of moving up in weight, as he’s been fighting at 140 lbs for about 7+ years now.  After Golden Boy’s failure to beat Mayweather through Canelo, it’s no surprise that they are trying to find another fighter to bring in more cash while Canelo rebuilds from that loss.  By having a strong boxing “portfolio”, Golden Boy will be able to thrive and make money, as long as they are able to keep the feds off of their backs, assuming the rumors are true.

Please feel free to post comments below. Excelsior!

Letter from an Intern

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By Juan Santillán

       I’m just an intern. I moonlight as an editor, but please, don’t try and delve too deep into my “qualifications.” I’m an idea man, a funny-headline man, someone who enjoys creating literary pieces and quoting Simpson’s rhetoric. Boxing is a bit foreign to me, but it is ingrained in my past. BloodMoneyBoxing took me under their wing at the tail-end of last year, and I feel like I have to prove myself, to work my way ‘up the ranks,’ to get a ‘shot’ at the top, so to speak. With my limited boxing knowledge, but with an utmost positive disposition, I’ll do my best to bring pride to the Blood Money Boxing brand.

       What is boxing to me? It’s a sport. One that, when you break it down to it’s core, is an individual overcoming another with either strength, strategy, brute force, luck, training, referee involvement, and of course any combination of all of the above. At least that’s what you may see in the surface, but when take a deeper look, it’s a team sport, something I can truly appreciate. The boxer needs a trainer, a coach, a mentor, support, motivation, and so a whole team is usually behind a boxer’s triumphs. Sometimes it’s beautiful to watch, other times forgettable. Who can forget Macho Camacho’s beating by the hand (or fists) of Julio Cesar Chavez. Hell, Banda Machos made a song about it:

       I must have been 8-9 years old at the time. My dad took me to watch the fight at one of his friend’s house. I didn’t know much about boxing at the time, but like any Mexican over 5 years of age, I knew who Julio Cesar Chavez was. I remember my dad betting 5 dollars on a blind ’round-and-fighter’ draw from a hat. We didn’t win the bet, I think we got Chavez on the 2nd round, but the fight was spectacular. Seeing my dad so into the sport was one of my first memories about boxing in my youth, and wouldn’t be my last.  I had a lot of mixed-feelings watching that same aging legend, Chavez, lose to the young Chicano “Golden Boy” De la Hoya.  We’ll leave that story for another time.

       So this is my introduction. Thank you all for taking the time to read a little bit about someone who is, well, just an intern. With BMB, as well as you, kind reader, I hope to grow to be much more than that. Excelsior!