Fire: Actress, Model–And "Boxing Diva" Who Wasn't
Everyone calls Keisher McLeod-Wells “Fire"—or, more formally, “Fire the Boxing Diva." That second one is a bit of marketing hype, though, as she’s generally very un-diva-like, and can often be found working the front desk at Gleason’s Gym, perched behind an old desk from some long-forgotten school. READ MORE
Fight Night: Boxing Is a Bad Job, Badass
Oh! to be a professional boxer. To train and train and train and train, to sweat and bleed and trade blows upon blows, all in pursuit of the glory of beating an inferior opponent, in front of a horrifying crowd of drunk gangsters, in a basement club in Times Square. Last week I wedged into the packed house at BB King's on 42nd Street for Broadway Boxing, an event featuring up and coming fighters-the level of pro who might make it onto HBO one day, but then again, might not. READ MORE
Fight Night: Douchebag as Role Model: The Case of Paulie Malignaggi
"You know who was the first guy to beat up Paulie Malignaggi? Me!" said an older acquaintance of mine at Gleasons Gym. "He came in here when he was 15 and they asked me to spar with him. And I get in and he starts belting me. This 15-year-old kid, belting me! So I,"-and here, he pantomimes crouching down and throwing huge body hooks-"bam, bam, and I cracked his rib. Yeah, I cracked his rib, Paulie Malignaggi." READ MORE
Fight Night: Five Lessons from the New York Golden Gloves Finals
At Madison Square Garden on Friday night, there came five important lessons in as many bouts. READ MORE
Fight Night, with Hamilton Nolan: The Glorious Racism of Boxing
John Duddy is the fightingest Irish guy in New York. This, as historic stereotypes go, is right up there with being the chop suey-cookingest Chinese guy in San Francisco. Duddy, furthermore, fights with a fists-forward style that lends him a certain resemblance to the Notre Dame Fighting Irish mascot, minus the jaunty little suit. READ MORE
