I spent more time this weekend watching combat sports than football, basketball and hockey combined. And I'm not including the mixed martial arts activities that were televised on Sunday night, since I avoid that with the same determination as avoiding brussel sprouts.
The combat action that I witnessed was the Deontay Wilder vs. Bermane Stiverne heavyweight title fight Saturday night on Showtime, and the Gophers vs. Illinois wrestling dual meet in person on Sunday afternoon at the Sports Pavilion.
My TSWB (time spent watching boxing) has been reduced considerably since the death of my friend Dark Star. The Darkman was encyclopedic in his knowledge of boxing. And even in this era of alphabetic nonsense when it comes to world titles, he was a congenial host for most of the big pay-per-view fights.
Wilder-Stiverne was a freebie for Showtime subscribers. Maybe it was the pitch that Wilder had a chance to be the first Americans since 2006 to hold one of the heavyweight title belts.
Or, maybe it was the back story on Wilder: a guy who grew up in Tuscaloosa, Ala., hoping to play football or basketball for the Crimson Tide, didn't have the academics for college, turned to boxing and now, at 29, had 32 knockouts in 32 fights.
Whatever the motive, I tuned in to take a look, and wound up getting hooked on watching the 6-foot-7 Wilder throw barrages of left jabs and overhand rights at the much-thicker Stiverne.
I hadn't watch Wilder previously, but it's 100 percent that some of those rights that he landed were as forceful as many of his prior knockout punches. Stiverne would take them on his mug, shudder a bit, and keep moving forward.
Stiverne is a 36-year-old native of Haiti who is now a Canadian citizen. He had held the WBC title since defeating Chris Arreola last May.