Saul “Canelo” Alvarez of Mexico made his expected history Saturday, becoming the youngest super-welterweight boxing champion of all time.
The 20-year-old, red-headed sudden star from Guadalajara dominated the smaller Matthew Hatton at Honda Center, winning the World Boxing Council 154-pound belt by lopsided scores of 119-108 on all three judges’ scorecards.
Alvarez (36-0-1) not only landed nearly half of his punches on Hatton (41-5-2), he battered the British kid brother of former two-division champion Ricky Hatton 257-75 in power punches.
“This was a good experience for me, the title,” Alvarez said in the ring afterward. “It’s the first of many. I want to fight the biggest and the best. I’m going to be the next big name of Mexico.”
– Alvarez is one of those rare things in boxing today: a legitimate combination puncher.
– When hit, Canelo always fires back.
– He really turns his punches over well.
– The kid is only 20 years old. He really could be the future of boxing.
– He is Mexican and looks Irish. And he fights like both. His mass appeal could be unreal.
– He does seem vunerable on the defensive end. Which should make him an even more exciting fighter once he moves up in competition.
Earlier in the night, 21 year old undefeated prospect, Adrien “The Problem” Broner was given a lopsided gift decision over veteran Daniel Ponce De Leon.
This is a great book about quite possibly the greatest stock speculator of all time, Jesse Livermore. Perhaps more importantly, Livermore was a dashing financier and bigtime Playboy. He was also a Sharp dresser and Entered The Dragon as well:
“Jesse Livermore walked into the casino dressed in white tie and tails. Livermore enjoyed clothes. The tails had been custom made for him in England. He had four sets made several years before, and they remained unaltered. Livermore’s weight never varied.”
Great trading and gambling philosophy is explained in the book that unfortunately for Livermore all ended in tears.
“Only speculate if you can make it a full time job. Don’t take tips of any kind, no matter where they come from—don’t worry about catching the tops or bottoms, it’s a fools play. Keep the number of stocks to a controllable number. It’s hard to herd cats and it’s hard to track a lot of securities. Take your losses quickly and don’t brood about them, try to learn from them but mistakes are as inevitable as death—and only make a big move, a real big plunge, when the highest number of factors is in your favor, the highest probability for success is present.”
This book is written by the writer of Confessions of an Economic Hitman, John Perkins. Perkins is a smart cat, and also an International Playboy, so like most smart cats and International Playboys, he is worth listening to. He give a good breakdown of the Corporatocracy, gives solutions that we must follow or we will be ruined.
A woman tells him:
“Stop being so greedy, and so selfish. Realize there is more to the world than your big houses and fancy stores. People are starving and you worry about oil for your cars. Babies are dying of thirst and you search the fashion pages for the latest styles. Nations like ours are drowning in poverty, but your people don’t even hear our cries for help. You shut your ears to the voices of those who try to tell you these things. You label them radicals or Communists. You must open your hearts to the poor and downtrodden, instead of driving them further into poverty and servitude. There’s not much time left. If you don’t change, you’re doomed.”
This is a book by G, Jim Rogers, the swashbuckling traveler and legendary investor to his two young daughters.
“Understand this: If everyone saw himself as a citizen of the world rathter than of his town, city or country, the world would be a more peaceful better place where success in all forms is abundant and available to all. That’s not to say that we can’t be patriotic and love our country. But we must always be open to those who are different, because people from different backgrounds have much to teach us and vice versa.”
And
“Probably the best advice I can give to anyone, anywhere in the world is to have your children and grandchildren learn Mandarin. For their generation, Mandarin and English will be the most important languages in the world.”
This book is about Jim Rogers’ Guinness Book of World Records trip around the world. He gives a great breakdown of the world and continually drops investment gems:
“I differentiate between trading and investing. Traders are the short-term guys, and some of them are spectacular at it. I am hopeless at it—perhaps the world’s worst trader. I see myself as an investor. I like to buy things and own them forever. And what success I have had in investing has usually come from buying a stock that is very cheap or that I think is very cheap. Even if you are wrong, when buying something cheap you are probably not going to lose a lot of money. But buying something simply because it is cheap is not good enough—it could stay cheap forever. You have to see a positive change coming, something that within the next two or three years everybody else will recognize as a positive change.”
It seems that with the rise of Text Messaging, BBMing, Twittering, Facebooking and all that crap, all the “pseudo-players” out there have proclaimed Phone Game is Dead.
As you should know by now, over here at The G Manifesto, if we see everyone on one side of the Yacht, we move over to the other side of the Yacht. (Kind of similar to Jim Rogers trading philosophy). And we are here to say, Phone Game is not Dead.
In fact, Phone Game is more Alive than Ever.
However, I can’t front, when Text Messaging first entered The Game, and I got a hang of it, I kind of liked it. I would typically post up each night at my Base of Operations, Custom Suited Down of course, order a glass of Claret and send out a big Text Blaster to all the fly girls in my pipe. I would typically get a pretty good response rate and simply work off whatever leads it generated for the night. (This is one of many reasons, I have swooped girls almost every night I have rolled out over the last few years).
There came a time (I am guessing about 24 months ago or so), that Text Messaging became the preferred mode of contact for people. This hit old-school G’s like myself who are masters of Phone Game like a rapid fire Andre Berto combination.
Phone Game almost became extinct. Which was a real shame since I’m an intellectual and of Phone Game I am a professional and that’s no question, Yo.
At that point, I thought of trying to master Text Message Game, but then I came back to my senses and remembered how gay and weesh text messaging is.
So I then decided to flip the script on everyone once again and bring Phone Game back.
Here is the kicker: since every weak regular guy in America is busting Text Message Game (everyone on one side of the Yacht), using Phone Game is now more effective than ever.
Which is great because I can give girls muliples just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth.
Side Note I: I was actually kind of torn on writing this, after all, it is to my advantage to have guys continue tapping on their Iphones and texting like monkeys. However, I figure that the amount of cats that will actually take this advice is probably really small. Like five people. And probably, I already know all of them.
Side Note II: The above mostly applies to American Game. Some texting might make sense in some foreign countries, depending on the dynamic of that country. And just so you know, I remain extremely bearish on American Girls and American Nightlife. And I remain extremely bullish on International Girls and International Nightlife.
You should be too. The trade has really been paying off huge.
A lot of people that are planning a trip to Colombia ask me, “How do you prepare for a trip to Colombia?”
Great question.
Here is my four point plan:
Salsa
If you want to really handicap yourself from swooping fly Colombianas: don’t learn how to dance. You might as well not speak other languages, don’t smoke cigarettes, stop smiling, stop telling jokes and don’t wear Custom Suits as far as I am concerned. I honestly can’t think of any Colombiana (or any girl for that matter) that I have swooped where dancing didn’t play a big role. Re-read this: The Salsa Swoop Move to brush up.
Boxing
It’s no secret that I am a huge advocate of the sweet science. Although Colombia doesn’t have the aggressive locals of say, Latvia; it is always good to be able to throw a punch when the situation calls for it (always as a last resort). Get your rounds in.
As a side benefit, once you get to Colombia, you can look up the best gym, get some sparring in and get to know some of the local G’s.
Surfing
I always like to get some sessions in when I am in California and Baja Norte. Almost all my best friends surf, so it is a good way to keep in touch with what is going down. Good exercise as well. And sometimes you just need to bust some tail slides and air it out.
Spanish
Maybe the most important thing you can do in Colombian trip preparation is get your language Game tight. Read here for Language Lessons. And make sure you read books and watch some dope movies as well in Spanish. Many a “phony player” has imploded in Colombia without the proper Language Game. Don’t be one of them.
In other news, a Hedge Fund cat explains Why Do Smart Men Date Dumb Girls?:
Dating a less successful woman isn’t about wanting women to be dumb. It’s about wanting someone who prioritizes their life in a way that’s compatible with how you prioritize yours. I love my job, but I work all the fucking time. If I date an equally driven woman, we’re both working 18 hours days, when do we even have time to see each other? We don’t. I date a kindergarten teacher who works—f**k, I have no idea how many hours kindergarten teachers work. How many hours do you work? Really? Sh*t. Well, you’re a really driven person and you love work. But the theoretical Kindergarten teacher, she has a more flexible schedule, she’ll be able accommodate me, it’s going to be easier. Just on a literal level, it’s easier. Why don’t women do this too? Every alpha woman I know wants to be with a man who is as successful as her or more so. And coordinating that stuff is almost impossible. Why don’t they just date some beta male who works in a bookstore and will make dinner for them every night? Doesn’t every successful person—man or woman—see how that’s easier?
Good article on the Cocaine and Banker scene in Hong Kong:
Out on the streets of Central, barmen and the public relations staff at nightclubs even dole out free cocaine to regulars and models, keen to get the party started at the weekend.
“That’s the way the clubs work,” says one industry insider. “They dish it out for free because they want the attractive people in there, so that the men will go in and spend money. They give the models coke to get things going.”
“I know guys who hit the clubs, pick up these models and then go back to a suite at the Four Seasons and keep partying all weekend, fuelled by the drugs,” he adds.
I always thought I would do well in Hong Kong. Just added to my travel docket.
Good news, Custom Tailors Enjoying a Boom:
Custom-made clothes—which were popular in the ’50s and ’60s—are making a big comeback in Europe.
“People have come to realize that the expensive designer suit they are used to buying is made to fit a thousand other people,” says Rome-based tailor Luigi Gallo, who has been in the trade for more than 30 years. “In addition, they’re paying a huge price for that logo sewed into the jacket.”
Business is thriving as well on London’s Savile Row, where an average of 10,000 hand-made garments are sold every year. The Row has seen a steady increase in business in the past five years despite the economic downturn. In 2010, order books swelled more than 10% from 2009, says Mark Henderson, founder and chairman of Savile Row Bespoke, a group of 14 companies formed to protect and promote the art of hand-crafted tailoring on Savile Row.
Mr. Henderson said he’s convinced the recession has made people question the true value of things. “People have started to look for real quality,” he says.
Steady increase in business in the past five years? Interestingly enough, that is about how long I have been yapping about the value of the Custom Suit.
I think Savile Row owes me a thank you card. Or at least some pro-bono pocket squares.
A good article on 25 Guys to Avoid on Wall Street. Some of the best ones:
8. Avoid the guy who offers his clients ‘a very special opportunity’ to invest in anything. He has a problem with cocaine.
10. Avoid the guy who throws his phone across the trading floor whenever his positions go south. He’s an angry dude, and the more time you spend with him the more reasons he’ll find to dislike you.
11. Avoid anyone who tells you that you should relax and have a couple of drinks—at 9:15 on a Tuesday morning. You’re not cool enough to hang out with this guy.
12. Avoid anyone who won’t relax and have a couple of drinks—at 9:15 on a Thursday night. They’re not cool enough to hang out with you—and ultimately they’ll resent you for it.
16. Avoid the guy who tells you, “Seriously, all I do is work and then go home and lift.” He’s telling you the truth—and he’s as dumb as a stone.
21. Avoid the guy who can drink all night, take a shower, and come into the office as crisp as a $100 bill. He’s got an oxlike constitution—and it will be fatal to your career to try to emulate his example.
It’s no secret that I spent a tour of duty in the financial world. I like #10. However, I didn’t throw my phones across the trading floor. I would just smash them. I led the league in broken phones.
I also like #21. That was me. I would come into the office minimum two to three days a week on no sleep after a night of partying and swooping fly girls. And it did ruin other cats that tried to keep up with me.
