So, here’s what’s cooking in the boxing world—a sport where things never seem to make much sense but keep us coming back for more head-scratching moments. Frank Sanchez and Filip Hrgovic are supposedly in talks for an IBF heavyweight eliminator match. I honestly can’t wrap my head around this. Like, what’s even the point? The IBF already has Dereck Chisora as their mandatory challenger. Dude’s 41 and more of a journeyman at this point, but whatever, right?
I mean, Dan Rafael spills the beans that Sanchez and Hrgovic are negotiating this whole deal, but it’s like—okay, great, now what? If this drags out, Dubois might not even fight Chisora until we’ve cycled through a couple more Presidents, let alone these two getting a shot at the title. It throws me back to those childhood TV reruns that never actually ended, you know?
The logical part of me thinks maybe the IBF should just chill until the Dubois-Chisora thing wraps up? But then, who am I kidding? Maybe they’re playing it safe if Chisora decides to hang up his gloves for a cozy retirement in Spain or something. Though, let’s be real, he’s sticking around for that final cha-ching—obviously.
Then there’s Hrgovic—what a story there. He had this hard-won fight against Joe Joyce, right? The dude’s now got this 18-1 record but got pretty busted up by Joyce. And sure, maybe he got into the ring with three weeks’ notice, but come on. It’s starting to look like he’s struggling against the real competition. No more walks in the park with those “ham & egger” fights, as they say.
And on the other corner, Frank Sanchez. The Cuban got himself a knockout win against some poor soul with a bajillion losses, Ramon Olivas Echeverria—not exactly someone you’d write home about. But hey, after getting stopped by Agit Kabayel last year, Sanchez probably needed that confidence boost, right? Or maybe we just need another plot twist at this party?
Honestly, it’s like watching a reality TV show on repeat. These underdog matches pile on until they’re just another slip through the bureaucratic cracks. There’s something tragically comical about it. Like, boxing just keeps circling back on itself with these misplaced opportunities and cuts in line. Anyway—wait, where was I? Oh right, so fingers crossed this mess untangles itself eventually. Or not. Who even knows anymore?
