What a way to kick off your day.
I woke up this morning to read that the dream fight between Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather Jr. was about to be just that – only a dream. I felt like the naïve college girl who couldn’t avoid falling for and sleeping with jerk-off frat boys.
Not again. I thought you’d changed boxing.
After almost two decades of missing out on super bouts, like Tyson vs. Jones Jr., the sport seemed to be getting it. It wasn’t about money…well…it wasn’t all about money.
Boxing was starting to wipe the dollar bills from its eyes and gave fans great matchups like Mayweather vs. De La Hoya and Pacquiao vs. De La Hoya – fights that you would line up playing Fight Night on the Playstation but never thought they would actually happen.
The promise of Mayweather vs. Pacquiao was about to shoot the sport into a new golden age. Instead, it has pissed off a lot of fight fans as well as gave many casual spectators a bad taste in their mouths
(You want a bunch of prickly pears? Try talking smack in our boxing forum today. Those guys are dying for a fight.)
Now, I don’t agree with the people who say boxing is dead and MMA is the wave of the future. That’s like comparing hockey to broomball (
WTF is broomball, you ask?). Yeah, both are played on ice but they are completely different sports.
Boxing will survive this black eye like it survived a dark age earlier in the decade. And hopefully, by the good graces of Gamblor – the almighty gambling deity – both sides will come to their senses and give the people the show they deserve. And hopefully not 15 years down the road when both fighters can’t punch a hole in a wet paper bag.
Until boxing starts putting money and pride aside, the sport will continue to deliver low blows to fans, bettors and itself.
Quit hittin’ yourself, quit hittin’ yourself, quit hittin’ youself…