Steve Cunningham’s words are testing his gag reflex, like verbal ipecac. As he speaks about the man he faced in the ring Friday night, he sounds as if he’d just swallowed a bug—a bug with pinchers the size of pruning shears.
Antonio Tarver sat on the couch in his locker room late Friday night searching his empty palms for answers that were nowhere to be found.
Antonio Tarver and Steve Cunningham each came into Friday night’s fight hoping to elevate his status in the heavyweight division. But after their draw at the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey, a shot at a world title might be no closer for either man.
Antonio Tarver expects the arrival of a grandson next month. But Friday night, the 46-year-old southpaw continues his quest to become the oldest man to win a heavyweight championship.
Antonio Tarver is determined not to become Roy Jones Jr. in his quest to win a heavyweight title.
Steve Cunningham doesn’t have a problem with European dudes, though the feeling likely isn’t mutual: He’s dished out more punishment to fighters from that continent than Jägermeister has to collegiate livers.
If, sometime down the road and maybe not until the age of 85 or so, Antonio Tarver decides to hang up the gloves or step away from the broadcast booth, the man will have no shortage of employment opportunities as a motivational speaker.
For a moment, his voice goes soft, a word seldom associated with the man on the other end of the phone.