Devil thrown off the ring, but...
Diablo treads familiar territory — winner down on his luck — but hits the right note
The champ is no longer a champ. All the signs of middle age have long started to settle in: his face contour sags under the weight of so many evenings on the ring, so many bouts against unrecognizable bodies and faces. Marcos Wainsberg, a.k.a. “El inca del Sinaí,” is beginning to feel the torpor of a life spent dealing blows, winning most matches, losing some, and bearing the burden of guilt as his last opponent never recovered and died on the ring. It’s both a stigma and a compliment, being brutally labelled a murderer while he mutters that the other guy decided to fight against his doctor’s advice.
