Monday, March 15, 2010
Mayweather vs Mosley
Boxing Examiner | Michael Marley
HOUSTON EN ROUTE TO NEW YORK--I swim too deep and too regularly in the slime-infested waters of boxing.
I'm part of the industry, like it or not.
The muck, the mire and the giant carp in this sewer obscure my view of what is above.
So I am not an accurate barometer of what the casual boxing fan, the Big Event fan, wants. Taking the pulse of the thimble-sized world of fights nuts that is something different.
So, as I head back home after full week in Pacland Los Angeles and one full week in Pacland Dallas I was wondering what the non myopic observer would most like to see Pacman do next.
Then I picked up Monday's Wall Street Journal and read Jason Gay's column, The Couch.
Gay has nailed it and Mayweather, Pacquiao, HBO and their respective promoters better take notice.
The public pulse is palpable. The public pulse sends out strong signals that only fight really matters and that is the classic battle of Good Versus Evil, that matchup of humble hero Pacman against the bodacious braggart Money May.
If boxing fumbles this fight a second time, it deserves to take a standing eight count.
If the customers do matter, then the Big One gets delivered by November or January.
We add the proviso that Mayweather must dispose of Sugar Shane on May 1. Otherwise, Shane becomes the only Manny foe who matters to the masses.
I cannot see that happening but...
i want to see HBO bossman Ross Greenburg take charge, start slamming some fatheads on both sides of the negotiating table together..
No more passive Clotteys, please.
I had Clottey Fatigue after the Girl Scout marshmallow roast excuse of a prefight press conference last Wednesday.
I told you guys that Clottey's goal was to finish second and he did.
It's like Larry The Cable guy's catch phrase, it is Get-R-Done time for Mayweather-Pacquiao.
We don't want to hear any more yada, yada, yada, any more vile talk, about blood vials.
Here's Gay's witty and on point take:
"Can we just get Pacquiao-Mayweather done? We're bored of watching Mr. Pacquiao's wizened trainer, Freddie Roach, try to feign interest in these low-watt opponents. If Mr. Mayweather survives a May 1 date with Shane Mosley in Las Vegas, let's get this snuggle on.
"Of course, the Mayweather and Pacquiao camps will first have to bicker over money, drug testing, the prefight buffet and whether to hold the showdown in Vegas, Dallas, Antartica, Richard Branson's pirvate spacelair, or at atop a whale shark circumnavigating the Seychelles."
Personally, I vote for chilling at the South Pole. Imagine the huge crowd all resplendent in their tuxedoes.
You know, all those Penguins for Pacquiao.