The Mosley V. Cotto fight was great.  Cotto is really good. If he played football, we’d accuse him of having a power tool for a reproductive organ.    We knew he was inexorable in the ring, but it was his ability to tag Shane with a stiff Jab that told the story.  I'm not talking about a long jab used to keep fighters at bay,  this jab was short and countering, used to disrupt shane whenever he tried to throw more than one punch.  Even though Cotto's jab dictated the terms of the multi-punch exchanges,  Shane's overhand power shots from the outside nearly won him the fight. Cotto kept his gloves up tight to his face , protecting his chin, and consequently took a bunch of shots to the temple. It was a hell of a price to pay for victory, but he paid it.

 
 That division is just sick with talent. 

 

On Dave’s strong recommendation I checked out Open Range, that Kevin Costner Robert Duval western that came out a while back.  Duval is always great, and Costner was more palatable than he has ever been not playing a surly Busch Leaguer, but the movie relied on too many Western tropes to get a big thumbs up. It’s good, but it’s the kind of western that ushered in the end of westerns the first time. Methinks.

 

I saw Infamous the other day. It was the Truman Capote movie that didn’t star Phillip Seymore Hoffman.  The movie intrigued me. I wanted to learn more about Capote afterwards, but the coolest aspect of the story was his best friend Harper Lee.  Not that Sandra Bulluck's portrayal was all that interesting: Only that I had assumed that Harper Lee would forever remain just the name on the cover of that book. Definitely not a very plain supporting character.

 Corrie is working at Steel in Atlanta, on 10th and W. Peachtree.  Check it out.

I go back to Santiago in a couple of days, assuming Corrie and I finish Six Feet Under before my flight on Sunday. If so,  I may go surfing there next weekend.