NEW YORK, Dec. 26 – Wait til next year. Why? Not because it figures to be any better than any other year, but because it?s the only year we have. This year is over. Kaput. Gone. It was a year like many others, filled with those events that thrill and disgust us, that make it impossible for us to turn away from what horrifies many of our closest friends and relatives.
In the end, we are left playing with ourselves in the chat rooms and on the message boards. To brighten those long, dull pontificating hours, it?s time for the annual awards. Frankly, I don?t give a damn about other opinions, be they from Dandy Dan Rafael or Aldo from Bensonhurst. Frankly, I don?t give much of a damn about my own opinions. But it?s my job, it?s what I do. As F.P. Toz says about my selections, ?You get paid to make picks, not to be right.? So if you don?t like my selection of Manny Pacquiao as fighter of the year, and toughest fighter to spell since Dariusz Michalczewski, get your own column. Don?t bother me with your petty opinions.
