Well, well, well, look at you, wantin’ to know who was the best boxer, never lost a fight, huh? I heard a thing or two about this boxing thing. It’s all about who can punch the hardest, ain’t it? So many names, so many champions. You know, it’s like tryin’ to remember all the grandkids’ names, they just keep comin’!
They talk about this undefeated in boxing, you know? It’s like saying who’s never been caught stealin’ chickens from the coop. Some folks just got a knack for avoidin’ trouble. Or maybe they’re just faster than the farmer with his shotgun! They say there’s this fella, Rocky somebody. I heard they call him Rocky Marciano, strong as an ox, that one.
Folks say this Rocky, he was a heavyweight. Don’t ask me what that means, maybe he ate too many taters? But they say he never lost, not once! Can you imagine? Like goin’ through life without ever stubbin’ your toe. He must have been real careful, or maybe just real lucky. This Rocky, he was from Massachusetts, they say. It’s over there, across the country, far from my place. He was like those roosters, always ready for a fight, always winnin’. That’s why they call him undefeated champion, I guess.
Then there’s this other fella, Floyd Mayweather. I heard that name before. They say he’s somethin’ else, too. Never lost neither. Sounds like he’s as slippery as a greased piglet at the county fair! But I don’t know, sometimes these young fellas, they like to brag a lot. Maybe he just ain’t met his match yet. They also say he fought someone named Ricky Hatton or something. It’s hard to remember those names. Too many names these days. These boxers, they all look the same to me, punchin’ each other for nothin’.
Now, there’s another name I heard, somethin’ like Canelo. Canelo Alvarez, that’s it. He must be good, too. They say he’s a real king, like that king of the barnyard, strutting around like he owns the place. I also heard that he is a pound-for-pound king. Sounds like he’s been eatin’ good, that one. He won many titles, they say. Titles, schtitles. I got a title, too. They call me “the best apple pie maker in the county”! He was a champion in many weight divisions. So many divisions, it’s like tryin’ to keep up with all the different kinds of beans in the garden.
- This Canelo, I guess he’s pretty good.
- But was he ever undefeated? I don’t know.
- Maybe, maybe not.
They got all these fancy names for things, “heavyweight”, “undisputed champion”. Back in my day, we just called ’em “tough” or “not so tough”. And we didn’t need no fancy titles to know who was the best fighter in the holler. It was usually the biggest fella who could drink the most moonshine without fallin’ over!
They talk about these “eras”, like it’s somethin’ special. We had eras, too. There was the era of the outhouse, then the era of the indoor toilet. Progress, they call it. But these boxing eras, they just sound like a lot of fuss over nothin’. Undisputed champions, they say. It’s like sayin’ who’s the best at spittin’ tobacco. It all depends on who you ask, I reckon.
I heard there is a list, they say only 13 boxers are on this list, who never lost and are world champions. I also heard the name Edward Henry Greb. Too many names, really. They say he fought 178 times. I don’t remember what I ate yesterday. He must be very strong.
There’s also someone called Oleksandr Usyk and Tyson Fury. Don’t know who they are. Sounds like those folks from the city, with their fancy names. These young people, always tryin’ to be different. Why can’t they just be John or Mary like normal folks? They are heavyweight champions, I heard.
Anyways, it’s all a bunch of hoopla if you ask me. These boxers, they go around punchin’ each other, gettin’ all sweaty and bruised. And for what? A shiny belt and a few bucks? I’d rather be sittin’ on my porch, sippin’ sweet tea and watchin’ the sun go down. That’s the life for me. But hey, if you’re into that sort of thing, more power to ya. Just don’t come cryin’ to me when you get your nose busted!
So, who was undefeated in boxing? Well, there’s your Rocky, your Floyd, and that Canelo fella. And probably a whole bunch more I can’t remember. They all think they are the best. But in the end, does it really matter? They’re all just a bunch of fellas beatin’ on each other. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got some pies to bake. And that, my friend, is somethin’ worth fightin’ for!
