Andre Ward is a rock solid boxer, and many pundits think he is deserved of more ink on those pound for pound lists we pundits like to craft. Early on and to the midway point in his Saturday night scrap with Carl Froch at Boardwalk Hall in AC, Ward was earning mad love with the pound for pound crowd. His hand speed made Froch look silly and his defense was simply stellar. It looked like he’d be on his way to a stoppage victory in this, the Super Six super middleweight tournament finale. He faded somewhat, but still made it clear to the world that he is the best 168-pounder on the planet. The judges handed him the W, by scores of 118-110 (a solid card) and 115-113 X 2 (NOT solid cards).
Ward had the edge in the stat department, 243-573 to 156-683 for Froch.
After, Froch gave the Oakland boxer full on props, calling him slippery, like an eel, and admitted he had an off night. He said he’d like to fight him again, and after making technical adjustment in training, thinks he could get the better of him.
I beg to differ.
Ward is on another plane as an athlete. His defense is among the best out there, in any weight class. His head movement is so superlative, he is hard for anyone to hit. His power is average, and he doesn’t look flashy while he’s working, so he may not ever excite the people to the point where he packs houses and becomes a pay-per-view attraction. But he is an ace pugilist, in any era.