Every time I hear about a Stan Martyniouk fight, it gets the attention of my ears.
It was around early 2003 when I traveled to Nasser Niavaroni’s gym in Roseville for a sparring session. When I arrived, I learned my scheduled partner was not there. Instead, Niavaroni had a nationally ranked teenage amateur in the gym who would get me a few rounds of good work. He shouted, “Stan The Man, get ready!”