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In an amount of time smaller than any second could be split, and faster than even he can bob, weave and hurl a counterpunch, Juan Manuel Marquez leaps to an answer with enough enthusiasm you'd be forgiven for thinking someone had just asked a kid to the prom.

Here's how Antonio Margarito knows training camp has gone well: His sparring partners won't talk to him and their medical staff are buying stitches from Costco and vacation homes by the dozen.

Margarito is many things. A fighter who brawls like a bulldozer with reverse ripped out of the transmission. The favorite boxer of Mexico, a boxing nation so tough it probably shaves twice in the morning and wears flannel every day. A classically styled tough guy with a smile as crooked as a Louisiana politician, an angular face that's a road map of the hard way to the top, and an iron scowl that suggests he ate a bowl of nails for breakfast and then asked for seconds.