Bernard Hopkins, a formerly sublime fighter who had a chokehold on the middleweight division for a decade, stuffed his feet, fists, and Everlast gloves into his mouth. Again.
Shane Mosley may have taken a limo to the arena, but he rode a bike around the ring, keeping his opponent, the tornadic Manny Pacquiao, at a distance comfortable for him but rather irritating to the viewers who dropped big-fight money for a tango with less contact than the average episode of Dancing With the Stars.
Appallingly, a dim light was cast upon the greatest sporting event in American history. It doesn’t catch the key demo, the ADD-addled culture carved by MTV and smoothed by its progeny. If we weren’t alive at the time, then it probably didn’t happen, and it certainly didn’t matter.
The guys opened up Tuesday’s show in a rather awkward manner as Boomer was all over Al Dukes for booking Scott Brosius, who the Booms is a big fan of, to come on.
Shane Mosley believes he’s doing Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s “dirty work” by facing Manny Pacquiao, and he has no intention of losing to the popular Filipino champion. Pacquiao and Mosley were in New York on Monday to wrap up a three-city press tour promoting their fight.
In 2011, WFAN’s Jason Keidel would like to see the following…
There’s an ancient maxim in boxing that a good big man beats a good little man. But in this case, with this fighter, the smaller man always wins.
For those under 30, it’s nearly impossible for you to believe that boxing was once a divine sport, the apparent paradox of artistic barbarism. But it was.