Eric Armit
I SUPPOSE I am not the only one of a certain age (don’t ask) who longs for “the good old days”. The days when there were only eight weight divisions and only one world champion in each of them.
There were no sanctioning bodies. Well, not really. The North American Boxing Association was kicking about but no one paid any attention to them. Title fights were held over 15 rounds and national titles were prized by fighters as second only to world titles. Tobacco was the addictive substance of choice and if people heard the word testosterone they probably thought it was the name of an Italian-American baseball player. Happy days, right?