I know Jaidon Codrington.  I have been to all but one of his professional fights.  I’ve written a column about him in The Source for the past 6 months and have gotten to know him very well.  Behind the confident swagger and the magnetic smile is a classy, insightful young man that always leaves you with a kind word.  I sat in front of the television tonight mortified .First at the sight of my friend laying unconscious on the canvas, and then at the shameless celebration that took place at the other end of the ring.  Alan Green, arms in the air, relishing his victory.  His trainers and sycophants jock-sniffing and clamoring like a bunch of foolish school children at recess.  Not one of them stopped to think that if there were ever a time to be gracious in victory, to exercise humility or at least feign concern, that time was now. So when he grabbed the dangling microphone after Jaidon was taken away on a stretcher and wished him well, I thought ‘Okay, maybe this Alan Green kid thought better of the way he just acted and he’s not as soulless as he appeared to be afterall.’  Then he plugged a car dealership. Jaidon Codrington has a warriors heart.  He’ll dust himself off and be back in the ring and will go on to do great things in this sport, and perhaps even more importantly, in life.