Two “The Fight of the Year” honors by Ring Magazine in 2002 and 2003. Round 9 in Arturo “Thunder Gatti VS Irish” Micky Ward I was called “The Round of the Century” by Emanuel Steward.
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Gatti vs Ward, scenes after the fight never shown before
Dropkick Murphys- The Warrior’s Code (Micky Ward Song)
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Hopkins continually got off first in exchanges and countered every punch that Pavlik landed immediately. Here were the keys of how X “took it back to the streets”:
Lateral movement
The Hopkins chopping right
Unorthodox defense
Head movement
Tricky energy saving footwork
Giving as he said “hope to the hopeless” his really was Bernard Hopkins’ “Guernica”.
Wasn’t a bad payday either.
The Rest is Up to You…
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‘Not an icon, just a con’: Dinnertime bandit gets 15-year stretch
Alan Golder, convicted of two Greenwich burglaries as the so-called “Dinnertime Bandit,” was sentenced to 15 years in prison in state Superior Court in Stamford on Friday.
Golder was found guilty in August on four charges stemming from two Greenwich burglaries occurring in 1997, one on Sept. 25 on Woodside Road and another on Oct. 28 at a Round Hill Road residence. On Friday he received 10 years for each count of burglary, 12 years for a larceny conviction and 15 years for kidnapping. The sentences are to run concurrently.
After his release, Golder must serve 10 years of special parole, according to the sentence handed down by Judge John Kavanewsky.
In a statement to the court prior to sentencing, Golder told the judge he was confused as to the charges he was convicted on and blamed the outcome of the case on the legal work of his attorney, Howard Ehring.
“I believe Howard Ehring sold me out,” said Golder. “I think the jury was confused when they found me guilty.”
“Mr. Golder, you may have some grandiose illusions that you are an icon in the industry,” Kavenewsky said to Golder. “But put simply, you are a convict.”
The first time I sensed the alarming change in my soul was when I caught myself, five minutes after the market open, reaching for a reefer.
Trust me, I didn’t amass legacy wealth (underestimated by Forbes magazine in the high eight figures) by smoking weed during trading hours. Exhaling that first hit I thought and might even have moaned aloud: “Whoa, dude! Why are you even running a hedge fund?” The markets were collapsing, and so was my passion.
Bloomberg subscribers have come to know me as a seriously successful hedge-fund manager who tries to serve society in more ways than one. Not only have I made as much money as possible, and proven the natural inferiority of the little rich-kid idiots from Harvard and Yale who went to work for Lehman Brothers Holdings Inc. I have also freely shared my thoughts and opinions with you.
As the trading room filled with smoke, and acquired that only sweet smell I know that is not success, I realized it was time for me to share more. To go deeper. I needed to re-examine honestly who I was, and why.
What could possibly have caused me to doubt my own value? I cannot say. But with my lungs stretching to the bursting point I felt a sudden urge to make the argument for shorting myself. I looked for weaknesses. I found three:
Misplaced Trust
1) I trusted America to do the right thing.
My fund may be an offshore entity, but I trade in U.S. markets. When they move from “God Bless America” to “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” at Yankee Stadium, I keep my hand over my heart. And I trusted my government to preserve one of man’s most basic rights: the right to short Morgan Stanley.
Six weeks ago I was right where I wanted to be: short not only Stanley but also Goldman Sachs Group Inc., in real size. Both were going to zero, and I was going to have another Merry Christmas. Then the Goldman alums at Treasury jump in and force the Securities and Exchange Commission to ban short selling.
The short squeeze forces me to buy back everything at prices that would make a Japanese investor blink. How did I feel? Imagine how it would feel to be Michael Jordan in mid-air, three feet above the rim with no one around you, when the ref blows the whistle. Dunking is now illegal, he says. The league fines you for trying to dunk; the media lambastes you for trying to dunk. Barney Frank subpoenas the dunkers.
I’m not saying I’m the Michael Jordan of hedge-fund managers. Others say that. I’m saying that for the first time in his career the Michael Jordan of hedge-fund managers feels like picking up his ball and going home. Which brings me to…
Love What You Do
2) I hate my job.
When people ask me what it’s been like making hundreds of millions of dollars for myself I always try to smile as if to say: “It’s no big deal. Some people are just built to win in the financial markets.”
The truth is nothing comes naturally in the financial markets. Winning is so much harder than you know. It comes with this huge opportunity cost: not winning at something else. For example, I think I could be one of the best ever at finding meaning in life. But I have to put that to one side, to help keep markets efficient. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a whiner and I’m not a quitter. I’m not writing a letter to my investors to tell them why I’m too good for their money and my own Blackberry. No, I’m no Andrew Lahde. (Though he has a point about pot.) I’m just underutilized. Which leads me to…
