It?s more than a little bit disrespectful to honest battler Ricky Hatton. Even if you?re the clingiest Pacnuthugger on Manny?s Planet, you must concede that the merry Mancunian is what the boxing mad Brits like to refer to as a ?value for money? fighter.
In other words, you pays your money and you don?t take your chances when Hatton disrobes in the ring. A plugger from from the opening bell to the end, Hatton has never caused anyone to ask for a fistic refund after a performance.
Simply put, Hatton?s boundless energy and knock the battery off my shoulder chippiness makes for entertaining scraps.
But, with his showdown with Manny Pacquiao looming May 2 in Las Vegas, some Pacaholics (only known cure is watching Manny attacking some foe) are already chirp, chirp, chirping about who their Pinoy Idol will fight next.
You may be sure your Pinoy Idol will not soon become a Pinoy Idle.
But all this chatter about Floyd Mayweather Jr. is a waste of time and energy unless until Manny can overcome decided underdog Hatton. If Manny can?t deliver, it won?t matter how influential that Time magazine poll makes him, it will be Hatton landing a second chance at Pretty Boy Floyd.
This is not an “exhibition” fight or what the NFL laughlingly refers to as a “preseason contest.” Ricky and Manny counts, counts bigtime, in the standings.
All this convo and Internet scribbling about what Pacman lead promoter Uncle Bob Arum, commonly known as ?The Snake? in his formative fistic years, will do is also immaterial.
rum changes tunes more often than a disc jockey on a Top 40 station.
Which reminds that “love” will eventually bring Pacman, Mayweather and all their money counters together. I’m speaking of that special kind of love as sung about so beautifully by my friends, your friends and Don King’s friends, the fabulous O’Jays.
Ah, yes, for the Love of Money for that long, lean green.
Look, let PBF get out of the starting blocks. Surely he will pick someone less than formidable for a July 11 tuneup date on HBO, if that is the comeback bout date.
Money May will shine like new money and that will set the stage for a December or early 2010 Lollapalooza against Megamanny.
Don King likes to say he must go where the wild goose goes. Uncle Don and Uncle Bob, birds of a feather and sons of different mothers, go where the most gold is.
All Pacman has to do is handle his business against Hatton and Fort Knox will look like poverty row compared to an MP-PBF jackpot.
What Arum and even Coach Freddie Roach are doing now, whatever they may say about Mayweather, is all posturing. Ditto for whatever Manny says about speed merchant supreme PBF.
It?s all academic until Pacman marches to victory on the second day in May. If Manny loses, Money May will turn into Money Won?t.
You closeted Pacnuthuggers should some show respect because, after all, There Is Only One Ricky Hatton.
You tiresome, crusty and musty Pacnuthuggers should be singing along, walking in a Hatton wonderland. but you’re not. You treat Ricky as though he were no respect, Mr.. Rodney Dangerfield.
Real fans know better. Real fans knows Hatton is no joke.
As opposed to the millions of you idiots who do not know a left hook from a fish or an uppercut from a frying pan.
Send all your poison pen missive to [email protected].
See you, Pacnuthuggers, but I wouldn?t want to be you.
(Michael Marley, whose boxing website is Boxingconfidential.com enjoys getting hate letters but likes hateful poems even more.)
