There is a slim chance the ringside announcer of the Channel 4 fight between Vince Martinez and Chico Varona may have been watching some other fightcast. Certainly the fight he called out of deep allegiance to the International Boxing Club, James D. Norris, president, was not the one we viewed via NBC.
Jimmy Powers indulged in sly insults at the prowess, fitness and other qualities of Vince Martinez, who curiously, no doubt, has been a rugged individualist in the face of the fistic monopoly of managers and promoters. Powers rapped virtually everything concerning Martinez which in our plain sight was happening in precisely the opposite fashion on NBC-TV.
Martinez was "rusty," Powers proclaimed, while Martinez plainly was dancing with polished precision through his usual wispy and elusive techniques and superior style. He even announced Martinez was a more successful boxer under the manager Martinez fired with the full blessing of the New York Boxing Commission.
Powers deprecated a clean and clear knockdown in the early rounds by explaining at painful length it was the result of Martinez' counterpunching, hinting Martinez was running away all the time, all but indicating cowardice instead of the colorfully clever manner in which Martinez really was winning his fight.
Powers even laid a little of the blame at the feet, or hands, or judgment of Referee Mark Conn, who was, he said, breaking clinches "too swiftly" to Martinez' advantage.
When Referee Conn warned Varona twice for foul punches, Powers indicated instead it was Martinez' fault, transparently explaining some other tactic entirely had caused the low blows.
He suggested Varona was "piling up points" when he was doing nothing of the sort; while in fact Martinez was.
He was regretful about the "rust" on Martinez stemming from inaction since last December, without explaining what every sports page reader knows was a simple educational program aimed at bringing Martinez to heel and accept the unwritten regulations of the boxing managers' "guilt," or guild.
As a lesson in disservice to us viewers, it may come in handy; we suspect the announcer's easily analyzed fight-club-slanted distortions will be clobbered by every sports columnist who witnessed the almost ludicrous oral exhibition.