07-13-2008, 09:57 PM
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| | Jose Canseco Gets KOd in 1st Rd
Jose Canseco gets bashed in attempt to make splash in ring
ATLANTIC CITY - The former Bash Brother got his head bashed in Saturday night. |
In less time than it takes to round the bases after one of his moon-shot homers, Jose Canseco was knocked out by former NFL return man Vai Sikahema in their celebrity boxing match that was equal parts "Saturday Night Fever" meets "Road House." How's this for star power - 1993 Phillies World Series goat Mitch Williams was ringside for the main event.
Sikahema, who was an amateur Golden Gloves champ during his youth before starring in the NFL, rocked Canseco with a devastating left hook in the first 30 seconds that dropped the former slugger to the mat. After a brief recovery, Canseco withstood another flurry of punches from the "Tongan Terror" before falling like a timber and mercifully ending his night.
Asked after the fight if there were any surprises, Sikahema said, "That it didn't finish in the first 30 seconds."
"Don't even think your size is going to matter," Sikahema, who is seven inches shorter and 43 pounds lighter than Canseco, continued. "In Philadelphia we will chop you down."
The partisan Sikahema crowd - he ended his NFL career with the Eagles - of 1,300 who filed into Bernie Robbins minor-league baseball stadium saw Canseco walk in from right field with a tiny entourage including his visibly nervous girlfriend Heidi Northcutt. Canseco, dressed in a black tank top, black shorts and red head gear then sat beneath the ring and watched as Sikahema's 15 family members and friends performed a haka - or Polynesian war dance. With painted faces, and native Tongan dress, they hissed at Canseco, pounded their chests and screamed. Northcutt rubbed Canseco's shoulders.
"That was worth the $50 just to see that," one female fan ringside said of the pre-fight extravaganza.
But it was hardly worth it for Canseco, who boasted at Friday's weigh-in that he has "incredible knock-out power." All he did, however, was get knocked into next week. As he climbed out of the ring, his face sweaty and red, he was jeered with expletives and steroid taunts as he slumped toward the right field exit under the stands.
Canseco's dalliance into the "Sweet Science" lasted all of one minute, 37 seconds.
It was quite a different scene Friday, as Canseco stood toe-to-toe with Sikahema in the spotlight at the Providence nightclub at the Tropicana, his black tank top barely covering a tanned, hairless chest so massive that Clear Channel might be tempted to erect a billboard on it.
An emcee who obviously grew up watching WWE's Vince McMahon barked into a cordless microphone, pumping up the small, overwhelmingly male crowd, while two scantily-clad women stood to the side, serving no apparent purpose except to flash a lot of skin and cleavage.