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Only hours before, the Band Camp B. Luck, G2x, 6 4, Dre Day, E bunny, Nuke, and the rest were biding their time in the lobby of the San Antonio Rivercenter hotel. The harsh, monkish months of training were over.

It wasn't as if the grizzled, jailhouse tattoo festooned Maidana was a pushover. He had a well earned reputation as a dangerous puncher with either hand, scoring 31 knockouts in his 37 fights, with wins over top guys; there was little doubt the Argentinian would be the hardest hitter Broner had ever faced, not that anyone in the Band Camp, least of all AB himself, seemed worried.

"I'm undefeated. Twenty seven wins. Twenty two knockouts. Young. Fast. Top five, pound for pound. Three time champion," Broner declared, mantra like, the night before the bout as he sat in the hotel restaurant wolfing down a burger and fries. "I'm the one everyone wants to see, the draw," he boasted, referring to the fact that his previous 2013 cable TV outings had attracted more aggregate "eyeballs" than any other fighter. He was already a millionaire, with a future prospectus that was sky's the limit.

"I'm the guy who be taking over boxing once Floyd Mayweather retires.. heir apparent to the best in the world," Broner proclaimed at the fight weigh in. Maidana was nothing but "a speed bump," "easy work," "a short day at the office." True, Maidana had beat some good fighters, but now he was facing "an elite" fighter. He was in with AB, "one hellacious Athletic Bastard," the Problem that could not be solved.

Asked if he'd watched tapes of Maidana to acquaint himself with the challenger's awkward rhythm and unorthodox chopping right hand, AB seemed insulted. "I'll replica louis vuitton handbags think about the fight when I get in the ring," he sniffed. "See what he's got, make my adjustments, and then flatline him like I always do." It wasn't that Broner was taking his training lightly. A legendary gym rat, he worked out constantly, sparring as much as 18 straight rounds without a break. Tape watching, however, was very time consuming, and the champ was a busy man.

His ring nom de guerre, the Problem, easily the best nickname in the sport, describes only the boxing function of the Broner brand. Along with his homies in the Band Camp, the fighter is the centerpiece of an ever expanding, rapidly diversifying entertainment complex, his white leather wearing, grille popping AB persona churning out rap videos extolling the virtues of ghetto creature comforts such as Louis Vuitton, Versace, and overpriced booze, replete with requisite bouncing behinds and Masonic symbols. In addition, there was the ongoing Web TV presentation About Billions, a bling a ding ding "reality show" documenting the life and times of AB and the Band Camp stuff like throwing up in the back of a limousine in the middle of a bad MDMA trip.

That was how it was for Adrien Broner before the San Antonio fight: a young man in a hurry, a rising star, living the dream.

Not everyone quite saw it that way, however. The venerable, deeply checkered history of the sweet science is full of pugs the fans have loved to hate. Many of the most charismatic fighters have been widely despised. Cassius Clay, detested as much for his perceived lack of "Yes, sir," "No, sir" humility as his refusal to join the Army because he had "no quarrel with them Vietcong." There's also Mike Tyson, current teddy bear but once the ear biting "baddest man on the planet." The fact that all of the above are African Americans may not be coincidental. In his junior league, dumbed down way, Adrien Broner is in this tradition; he's the heel of the moment. Vegas had AB as a five to one favorite against Maidana, a near sure thing to successfully deploy his quick pinpoint counter rights and vaunted "Philly Shell" shoulder roll against the Argentine's kill or be killed brawler style. Among a wide cross section of the sport's ever dwindling fan base, however, the Problem was 100 to 1 to have his trap shut, the more dramatically the better.

Much of the enmity stems from Broner's relentless internet presence. Likely the most cyberized fighter in history, in a number of Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube posts Broner evinces a (vaguely) redeeming crude humor, such as the time he filmed himself taking a dump at a roadside Popeye's. "In Popeye's, taking a shit," AB deadpans as he gets up to reveal a pile of $20 bills in the bowl below. "I'm even shitting out money," he exclaims, flushing down the cash. Less amusing, however, are the videos that have regularly appeared on WorldStarHipHop, the hood Candid Camera style website best known for posting humiliating street altercations. In one of these vids, Broner, the unmarried father of five, was filmed on a club stage throwing dollars into the crowd before pausing to go down on a stripper. After another posting showed the champ getting a blow job from "two bad btches," Broner offered a public apology for his seeming endorsement of unprotected sex. The show of remorse was necessary, AB said, because "kids look up to me. I'm a role model."

It isn't like any of this behavior truly upsets the fight fan. This is boxing, forever on the outward edge. Who really cares if AB (who was put out that Maidana's inability to "understand fucking English" cramped his trash talking style) made such a big, gross show of allegedly snatching opponent Paulie Malinaggi's ex girlfriend in the run up to their June 2013 Brooklyn title fight, causing the usually streetwise Paulie to plead "don't brag about taking my sidepiece." Indeed, the fight fan is not even bothered by the Problem's not inconsiderable rap sheet, which features arrests for armed robbery and purse snatching. Even immaculate samurais like Bernard Hopkins, still fighting and winning at age 49, served his apprenticeship at Graterford, the Pennsylvania state correctional facility.

No, what bugs the fight fan is when a champion fails to make weight (as Broner did in 2012) and then, instead of showing replica louis vuitton sportsmanlike contrition, tweets pictures of Twinkies, saying, "I'm addicted replica louis vuitton LOL." What bugs the fight fan about Adrien Broner is his endless sycophantic claptrap about being Floyd Mayweather's "lil bro" successor when the record shows he hasn't beaten anyone better than Paulie, and that was close. Boxing might be a sordid business, but once the bell rings, it can reach a kind of elemental purity rarely found elsewhere, MMA included. That was what the Maidana fight was about. Broner might be good, even as good as he claimed. But was he serious?

Broner, age 13, after winning the Silver Gloves Tournament.

It was something to think about in Broner's dressing room before the fight as the genial Cincinnati cut man Levi Smith wrapped the Problem's hands. Leibling, and Budd Schulberg, the wrapping of a fighter's hands, the preparation of the warrior, was often described in terms of a solemn ritual. The wrapping of Adrien Broner's hands proved to be a more raucous affair, as the fighter swiveled around in his seat, singing along with a blasting version of his own rap, "Make Me." As per the rules, a member of the aaa replica designer handbags Maidana corner was present during the hand wrapping, just in case Levi Smith had any big ideas of troweling a layer of plaster of paris in with the gauze.

"You're Mexican, right," Broner said to the Maidana man. "So you got to be for Maidana. I get that. But I know, down deep, you're really a Broner fan. I can tell a Broner fan, whether you know it or not."

"What?" answered the mystified trainer, who was wearing a shiny maroon satin jacket with Marcos "El Chino" Maidana emblazoned on the back.

Broner reached out to touch the Maidana man's arm. "I know this is difficult for you to admit. But we're all friends here. We won't rat you out. We just want you to confess what you feel in your heart: You want me to win. You want me to beat Maidana's ass."

"You're nuts," the trainer said.

https://seeste62705.blogspot.com/2021/07/silky-fur-adorns-many-of-seasons.html Broner shook his head slowly. "I understand. It is hard to admit the truth. But knowing you're with us means a lot. So thanks. Thank you very much."

An hour later, accompanied by rapper Lil Durk, Broner entered the ring at the Alamodome. The venue was a bit of a disappointment since cheap replica handbags the fight was originally scheduled for Vegas, a locale more suited to AB's fast lane style. Still, the champ made do, arriving in a replica louis vuitton bags $6,000 custom made, Italian silk robe and matching trunks that glistened with 25,000 individually hand sewn Swarovski crystals, spelling out ab and about billions. In comparison, Maidana might have picked up his workmanlike togs at Goodwill. The mere sight of Broner brought a cascade of boos. As the champion pranced about the ring thumping his gloves against his chest, the booing grew louder, a rising crescendo of animus.

A few days before, in the Denny's across from the Rivercenter hotel, Broner had told me, "There always got to be a bad guy, right? People boo, but they don't know the real me. They never gonna know the real me. Who I really am. They boo because there's a lot of people who just can't stand to see a brother from the hood have a good time. It don't bother me because I love my haters. Each and every one of them."

On fight night, it was something to see: Broner in the middle of the ring, his arms upraised, so happy amid the hate.

Then the bell rang. Broner came out to meet Maidana, the supposed "speed bump" who, replica louis vuitton bags from china as so many had hoped, hit the Problem in the mouth. He hit him time and time again. Two hours later, after 12 rounds of getting pummeled in a way no one had thought possible, Broner was in the emergency vehicle on that forlorn loading dock behind the Alamodome, his mother sitting beside him, holding his hand. For a moment he seemed a little cheap louis vuitton bags from china boy again. It was a touching tableau, until the EMTs slammed the ambulance door. Coach Mike, was talking about the first time he ever laid eyes on Adrien Broner. "I was working with some kids, teaching them the game," said the 57 year old Stafford, a beloved mentor in the Cincinnati boxing world who has twice served as a coach of the United States Olympic boxing team. "This big guy, Pops, came in and said, 'I got two kids at home who could knock out everyone you got in here.' I thought it was a joke. The next day he comes back with these two little bitty eight year olds, like four feet tall, no more than 80 pounds. I said, 'Where's those kids who was gonna knock everybody out?' He points to the little kids and says, 'This is them.'"

https://seeste62705.blogspot.com/2021/07/silky-fur-adorns-many-of-seasons.html "Turned out to be Adrien, and his twin brother Andre," recalled Coach Mike, a big smile crossing his dark, moon shaped face as he leaned on the Punch House ring apron.

In the ring above, Broner, in Day Glo yellow boxing shoes, a bright white oversize cup, blue headgear, and a World Star T shirt, traded punches with Robert Easter Jr., another of Stafford's young charges. It was a typical Broner sparring session, the high quality designer replica handbags champ simultaneously talking and fighting, his patter syncopated with guttural grunts when he threw his shots: "Can't hit me ahhh! Can't hit me." Thrown into this mix were asides to those at ringside, such as when in the middle of a heated exchange, Broner called to his attractive girlfriend, Arie Gazaway, who hails from a well to do Cincy suburb. "Arie! ahhh! Make an appointment ahhh!" Broner shouted between grunts, "Need a manicure ahhh! Pedi, too."

For a trainer, it is "a lucky day" when "a natural" like Adrien Broner walks into your gym, Mike Stafford said. Yet, when asked if Broner was the most talented fighter he ever worked with, Coach Mike said no.

"That would be Ricardo Williams. Ricardo Williams was the best young fighter I ever saw. Ricardo Williams broke my heart.".