Two big men with big power are set to collide on St. Patrick’s Day, with the winner keeping alive his big dream of becoming a heavyweight champion.
Dominic Breazeale had to overcome early adversity, but he powered up to pass a stiff test against veteran heavyweight Amir Mansour.
Dominic Breazeale has done some impressive things in his 30 years on this planet: qualified for the Olympics in 2012, scoring a trip to the White House and a photo op with President Barack Obama as a result; successfully gone from a college football quarterback to a pro boxer despite limited amateur experience; and established himself as a top prospect in a resurgent crop of American heavyweights. Last, but not least, he’s just referred to a 6-foot-1, 218-pound man as “little.”
His fists used to be like the DMV, or psychotherapists in the presence of Gary Busey: busy, always.
His Christmas Grinch'd by a canceled fight, Dominic Breazeale is ready to take it out on Amir Mansour
It wasn’t that a lump of coal was deposited in Dominic Breazeale's stocking. It was more like Santa used the thing as an air-sickness bag.
Gerald Washington knew he brought unassailable assets into Tuesday’s heavyweight tilt against Amir Mansour in the form of a massive five-inch height advantage, a 25-pound weight advantage, a chasm-wide eight-inch reach advantage, and just for good measure, a 10-year youth advantage.
He may be a nice fella in person, but Amir Mansour is a frightening dude to behold, with biceps that bulge like croquet balls stuffed into a gym sock and the perpetually agitated air of a man who woke up on the wrong side of a bed of nails. He looks like the kind of guy a dark alley would cross the street to avoid. All of this has Gerald Washington very, very stoked.
No man who steps into the ring to trade blows with another man qualifies as a chicken. And yet, that’s what Gerald Washington calls himself. To be fair, though, it’s a pretty badass bird.