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By Bart Barry-

Saturday in Carson, Calif., American welterweight titlist “Showtime” Shawn Porter decisioned Cuban Yordenis Ugas by controversial splitdecision scores in an uncontroversially dull prizefight broadcast in primetime by Fox Sports to promote the network’s upcoming pay-per-view debut. Saturday’s controversial decision came out more palatable than usual, though; having the match’s loser be the one who wins the outrageously lopsided card, it turns out, helps the medicine go down.

Saturday’s final round reduced to an evernarrowing matter of who wanted it more and ever-reducedly made manifest this answer: Neither man. Ugas, effectively if not expectedly, reduced “Showtime” Shawn to “Fox Sports” Porter, a feinting, doubting, boxer-strategist much more like his PBC stablemates in 2019 than himself in 2015.

Porter’s strategy appeared like: They expect me to attack so they can counter me, and I’m not going to fall for that. Good far as it goes, no sense in giving a challenger exactly the champ for whom he prepared, one supposes, but what was the second part of that plan? It could not have been to meltdown Ugas from making him chase or miss since even minimal preparation on Porter’s part would’ve uncovered Ugas’ reluctance to lead, a culturally ingrained reluctance no camp or chiefsecond might eradicate in under a tenyear, and Porter strikes no one as unprepared.

Or maybe that is no longer so. It was true for the last halfdecade at least, but Friday’s scale reported otherwise, and we might as well not ignore it. If Porter was not before voted by peers Least Likely to Lose His Title on the Scale he was verily in the running each year since gaining his first belt in 2013. Not a stylist gifted as his stablemate welterweights, the madefortelevision gaggle that can’t seem to fight one another despite sharing both the same contractwriters and the same signing pen, Porter remains the most attractive of the lot because of his honesty.

There was something charming about Sugar Shane Mosley’s being ringside Saturday to see Porter; honesty recognize honesty, as it were; if Mosley weren’t at least twice the fighter naturally that Porter is he was also a fighter honest enough to keep choosing newer and bigger and better foes till he came to the same choices Porter often finds himself making. If it’s not certain a prime Mosley would beat Keith Thurman and Adrien Broner in the same night it’s probable enough to wonder if Sugar Shane, inspired by the long money Manny Pacquiao got for such easy work in January, wasn’t in Carson scouting.

If Porter is an honest fighter he gave a performance less honest than usual, Saturday, and if that isn’t Ugas’ fault it’s mostly Ugas’ fault. Whatever else an honest prizefighter does he must at least endeavor to hit his opponent often and hard as possible even if it means being hit in return. In the annals of Cuban prizefighters there are precious few men who meet that standard and Ugas sure as hell isn’t one. (Said list in the modern era likely starts with Joel Casamayor and ends with Luis Ortiz.) Instead Ugas is the latest graduate from Havana’s be-not-shamed school of boxing.

This was the thought that happened halfway through Saturday’s match – when Ugas glared and asserted postround dominance over a man he’d just refused to punch-first in 180 seconds of opportunities. It’s a congenital condition among Cuban prizefighters in the sense it happens at their birth as professional fighters. Many international amateur bouts are fitness competitions much as they are acts of combat, judged and slightly menacing CrossFit happenings wherein you must throw early and often to outpoint your opponent. The Cubans do this masterfully and once understood the geometry of computerized judging (1992-2012) too; there were dead zones on the canvas, wherein the required three of five judges were unlikely to register a landed punch, and the Cubans knew better than to exert while upon them.

Everything changes for these guys, though, once the gloves get smaller or the rounds get longer. They arrive at an ethos that finds immense shame in their being hit cleanly or stopped. Losing “controversial” decisions bothers them little if at all, no matter how many times they and their countrymen lose exactly the same way. Porter’s corner was loudly concerned Saturday their man was putting his title at risk by not engaging more and ferociously with his challenger. Ugas’ corner, contrarily, saidn’t once something like: “We never win these close decisions, so for heaven’s sake hurt this man until he is unconscious!”

There was Ugas, then, in the championship rounds of a match there for his taking, feinting and glowering and taunting and threatening but never leading with anything but the safest of getaway jabs. It can’t be a technical thing, not for a Cuban. So it must be a cultural thing that consigns gifted men to the same tough-test game-challenger robbed-unto-perpetuity role so many Cubans play in professional fighting. And always with the sympathyseeking autobiography, too; if it’s not a loved one’s terminal illness it’s a family jailed by the Castro regime. Anymore it feels like a script designed to excuse a contender’s lack of ferocity with a narrative trick like: After everything he’s sacrificed to be a world champion only the most dastardly official wouldn’t give him every close round, and they’ll all be close – only the scrofulous judge’d render an unfavorable tally.

Whatever say our insipid brethren on the scorecard-ethics beat, I’m glad for every close decision that goes against the challenger. Take the champ’s consciousness or take your seat quietly.

Bart Barry can be reached via Twitter @bartbarry

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