K.O.W. - Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em

After Edison Miranda clobbered Willie Gibbs Saturday night with a one-punch lullaby, Max Kellerman invoked the name of Julian "The Hawk" Jackson, and immediately I knew that I had our next No Mas Knockout of the Week. Check out my man's hightop fade over there. He's looking nice. One of the great knockout artists of my lifetime, in 1990 Jackson had already served a three-year tenure as the WBA light middleweight champion when he moved up to 160 to fight the Bomber, Great Britain's Herol Graham. The bout was in Spain, and at stake was the WBC middleweight belt recently vacated by Roberto Duran. The Bomber gave the Hawk a veritable boxing lesson in the first three rounds, closing one of his notoriously bad eyes (in a prior fight, Jackson had suffered a detached retina). It was such a drubbing that the ref gave Jackson just one more round to turn the tide or he would stop the fight.

So the Hawk turned the tide like a freakin tsunami. He dropped a bomb on The Bomber in the fourth round that quite literally put his ass to sleep. If you've never seen this one before, brace yourself - it's a mother. Graham did not regain consciousness for more than five minutes after the punch.

Almost as enjoyable as the KO are the British commentators rooting hard for their native son. "Oh no!" one of them yells when Jackson lays the sandman on Graham. "That's what we were worried about!" Indeed you were, mate. Indeed you were.