Boxing Examiner | Michael Marley
Welcome to my nightmare and to yours also if you don't want to see total world domination by Floyd Joy Mayweather Jr.
What if The Mouth That Roars is way too salty for Sugar Shane Mosley, about to turn age 39 and away from the ring for 15 months by the time of their May 1 bout?
What if, then as day follows night, Mayweather plays with Manny Pacquiao, the righteous lad from GenSan?
What if both of these key bouts turn into, as Mayweather thinks they will, easy work?
I don't know about you but I am fully prepared to streak naked, birthday suit only, through Times Square at noon time.
I am also planning on moving to a lower floor, as living on the 11th floor, and throwing myself out the window could be catastrophic.
I figure a self-propelled hurl from the second or even the third floor will just break a few bones, nothing more.
Styles makes fights, friends, it is the dictum that never goes away.
Mayweather's defensive skills allow him to make a monkey out of anyone.
The de la Hoya fight was “competitive” only because the calculating Mayweather did not step on the gas until the fifth round. Forget that baloney about Oscar's jab failing him. The last seven rounds were a clinic in now you see me, now you don't.
If 2010 was 2007 or 2006, then I'd look at Mayweather-Mosley quite differently. And so would you if you know a left hook from a darn fish hook.
I am afraid that Mosley might find himself pawing at the air and falling for all those shoulder rolls come the merry month of Mayweather.
It is a quantum leap going from inexperienced Andre Berto to the oh so polished Mayweather. This long layoff since he dazzled Margocheato doesn't help the Mosley cause, either.
In the old days, a fighter of Mosley's considerable stature would have adhered to the old Ray Arcel warning “to rest is to rust” and taken a 10-round stay sharp bout for mere peanuts or arranged a private gymnasium bout (the old Cus D'Amato routine).
But, no, Mosley has not thrown a competitive punch since the final round against Margarito on Jan. 24, 2009.
If it takes him a few rounds to shake off the rust against Mayweather, Shane will have to play catchup and his pursuit may become more futile with each passing round.
The end result?
Thought you would never ask, shy one.
A comfortable if not wide unanimous decision for the villainous one.
Yes, The Man We Love To Hate takes the victory.
And then it will fall to one man to save civilization as we know it.
Emmanuel Dapidran Pacquiao, I hope you're up for the task.
Maybe you can get “Wapakman” to help you.
Source: Examiner.com
