Grand Larceny After delivering an honest beating of Evander Holyfield that should have unified the heavyweight crown, Lennox Lewis was stuck with an unconscionable draw

March 22, 1999
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March 22, 1999


Grand Larceny After delivering an honest beating of Evander Holyfield that should have unified the heavyweight crown, Lennox Lewis was stuck with an unconscionable draw

This time it was supposed to be different. That was the whole
point of the promotion: Two vigorous heavyweights would step
into the ring and, on the basis of their skill and courage
alone, decide boxing's most important championship. So this was
going to be unlike almost any other bout in recent history. It
was without artifice, without intrigue, without any angle that
played to our cynicism. No ex-con on the loose, no white hope,
no bellowing publicity machine inflating a sorry event--just two
guys whose careers had led them to a logical and much
anticipated conflict. In boxing's chapel, too. New York's
Madison Square Garden was just the place for a fight to
establish, for the first time in six years, who really was the
baddest man on the planet. Tradition, horribly riddled by Mike
Tyson's troubled tenure and by the corrupt inefficiency of
greedy sanctioning bodies that had given us 10 champions since
1992, might be restored here, in the mecca, as WBA and IBF champ
Evander Holyfield and WBC champ Lennox Lewis put their belts on
the line.

This is an article from the March 22, 1999 issue Original Layout

But one thing we've learned is that boxing is never really
different. The sport, as it is today, will defeat the best
intentions every time. Short of the on-the-spot surgery by Mike
Tyson that gave boxing a black ear two years ago, last
Saturday's title-unification bout, in which bizarre scoring
turned a fairly one-sided fight into a draw, was as definitive a
disappointment as is possible to deliver.

Looking at Holyfield after the fight, bruised and then cramping
in such distress at a press conference that a doctor had to be
called, you realized that boxing was never going to get it
right. Holyfield kept his belts? He looked lucky to be alive.

Then seeing a jaunty Lewis, largely unmarked but without the
belts he deserved, gave you that old familiar feeling: shame. So
much had been invested in this bout--millions of dollars, but
hope besides--that you couldn't help but feel embarrassed once
more at the paltry way boxing rewards its fans. A draw.

The outrage that followed was so absolute that even the three
sanctioning bodies had to acknowledge the game's disgrace. On
Sunday the three of them ordered a rematch within six months
that, because of the usual politics, would otherwise never have
happened. Well, let's face it, because of the usual politics, it
still might not happen. But the fact that they acted in unison
gives you an idea of how absurd the decision was.

Lewis, the big Brit who had been ducked most of his career, came
into the fight an uncertain prospect. At 6'5" and 246 pounds,
with a hard jab and a detonating right, he was a tantalizing
specimen. But by virtue of both his cautious temperament and the
lack of a superfight in his 10-year career, he was considered
something of an underachiever, or at least an unknown.
Holyfield, though smaller and older, was the kind of gutsy
fighter who would finally test him.

So Lewis peppered Holyfield from Round 1, popping him with stiff
jabs and--not as often as he should have--following with rights
and uppercuts. Holyfield, giving away 2 1/2 inches and 31
pounds, had no recourse but to attempt lunging, rushing right
hands, gambling that he could slip behind the jab and be on top
of Lewis before he could do anything about it.

It was an insufficient plan. For the most part Lewis held him
off. Only once, in the third round, Holyfield's self-proclaimed
round of destruction, did Lewis appear to be in trouble. But once
the round passed, Lewis cruised until late in the bout, when
Holyfield's desperation began to count again.

It was, according to almost any ringsider you spoke to, a
resounding victory for Lewis. Perhaps he could have come in on
Holyfield in Round 5, after driving him straight back with an
overhand right, and maybe even finished him off. Then again,
Lewis might have been correct when he said, "That's just how
Holyfield suckers you in." But that was about all on which you
could fault Lewis.

Even the fight stats, raw data that are not always persuasive,
bolstered that conclusion. Lewis had connected with 348 punches
over 12 rounds, compared with Holyfield's 130. According to
those stats, Lewis nailed 65% of his power punches, compared
with 36% for Holyfield. Yet judge Larry O'Connell saw it even,
and Eugenia Williams called it 115-113 for Holyfield. Stanley
Christodoulou had it 116-113 for Lewis.

At least Holyfield and his camp didn't insist on the correctness
of the decision. "We'll just do it again," said Holyfield,
careful not to be too righteous in his relief.

Promoter Don King, who has the rights to Holyfield's lucrative
bouts, took pleasure at the idea of a rematch. "What do you do
when you have a dispute?" he asked. "You resolve it!"

Lewis's side was not so reasonable. The fighter, who had been
particularly provoked by Holyfield's guarantee of a third-round
knockout, kept proclaiming that he'd been robbed. So did his
trainer, Emanuel Steward, who said Lewis had to work no harder
against Holyfield than he does against "his sparring partner. It
wasn't even a close fight."

"It's disappointing," said Seth Abraham, president of HBO Sports,
which broadcast the pay-per-view event. "It was such a wonderful
promotion, and to end like this...."

It had been a wonderful promotion, in no small part because it
happened at all. Keep in mind: Lewis is an HBO fighter and
Holyfield a Showtime man. More problematic, King is...King. For
him to put into jeopardy the heavyweight meal ticket, which he'd
been dining on for 25 years, required a magnificent waiver of
risk. What would King do if Holyfield, his primary inventory in
the glamour division, lost, and the balance of power tipped to
HBO, which has not just Lewis but a stable of young contenders
such as Michael Grant and David Tua? King wouldn't do much, was
the problem.

But like any good promoter, King can be made adaptable by an
enormous payday. For a $3 million minimum, he gathered important
powers of reconciliation. Don't forget: The man who once rushed
past his fallen heavyweight titlist to embrace the victor ("I
came with the champ, I'm leaving with the champ," he said) had
already made one significant switch in allegiance by lining up
behind Holyfield.

Anybody remember King's endorsing the Tyson camp's prediction of
justifiable homicide before Tyson's first meeting with
Holyfield? "I have touched the hem of his garment," King said of
Holyfield before the fight, explaining a condition unique to
boxing promoters who have hedged their bets by obtaining rights
to opponents' future bouts. "Evander Holyfield said to me,
'Believe in me, and I will set you free.' And he did set me
free. I was a Tyson believer. But Evander has converted me. I
was blind, and now I can see."

For King, the prospect of a sold-out Garden, more than one
million pay-per-view buys, and purses of $20 million for his
fighter and $10 million for Lewis was the equivalent of cataract
removal. For this fight, and perhaps this one only, the enemy HBO
would be suffered and Holyfield rendered majestic in King's
booming rhetoric.

Then, on top of King's cooperation, came Holyfield's. The truth
was, Holyfield wanted Lewis, and HBO would pay him the money, so
there really wasn't much King could do one way or another. But
once the fight was signed, Holyfield joined King with some
out-of-character blustering, naming the round, which came from
God's speed dial.

After that, Lewis chimed in on the matter of Holyfield's supposed
moral fiber, noting that Holier-than-thou-field had fathered five
children out of wedlock. "I'm not questioning his faith," said
Lewis, "but he breaks a commandment every other day."

It was wonderful stuff. Then, to top it off, each boxer
delivered an admirable effort, fighting as if something
important was at stake. Between the long buildup and the actual
bout, most of us allowed ourselves to be convinced that, indeed,
this mattered. But haven't we been this way before? Don't we
know better? Shame on us then for thinking, against all odds, it
would be different this time.

COLOR PHOTO: NEIL LEIFER [T of C]COLOR PHOTO: PHOTOGRAPHS BY JOHN IACONO BULL'S-EYE More often than not, the hard-hitting Lewis (right) was dead on with his power punches.COLOR PHOTO: PHOTOGRAPHS BY JOHN IACONO OUT OF REACH Though he tried to unload, Holyfield was rarely able to get past Lewis's jab.
King can be made adaptable by a big payday. For a $3 million
minimum, he gathered important powers of reconciliation.