RIP, Arturo Gatti

It's more than a bit of a shame that as "guy punching other guy square in the face" sports go, boxing currently finds itself in fourth place behind MMA, WWE, and memories of Michael Barrett clocking A.J. Pierzynski in the jaw. As the sport fades out of the conscious, so do its participants, and few reached the heights that Arturo Gatti did. Gatti. at 37, was ancient as a boxer, having just retired two years ago, but tragically young as a murder victim, having been found dead in a Brazil condo. His wife is being held as a suspect, seeing as how there's about 10 hours she can't really account for. That's slightly problematic. The particulars of his death--a head injury and strangulation with the strap of a purse--are at the same time horrific and immaterial. The tragedy would be the same if it were a gunshot or poisoning or whatever. Someone, apparently (but not assuredly) his wife, wanted him dead and did what they had to do to make it happen. No, the r...