The Butcher is going to work.
It is 5:30 on a Thursday morning, and Yoell “Boy Boy” Cooper has just jogged two miles from his home in Newark to the Colosseum Gym on Irvington Avenue. There, in the second-floor boxing room, he propels his 5-foot-10 frame against a monster truck tire and hurls a six-kilogram super ball over his head as his trainer barks for more.
“This is not a normal sport. You can’t train normal,” Eddy Germain reminds him. “Your life is on the line every time you get in that ring.”…