I had a dream. Actually it was a nightmare. I took steroids last night so anything extreme was possible.
The likely suspects were all there. Murad Muhammad, Zab Judah and this big hairy white ape I couldn’t make out what he was writing.
So far so good. Then from stage left, rolls in Manny Pacquiao, Michael Koncz and Freddie Roach. They are obviously at each other’s throats.
The plot thickens! A disturbance off to the side! Jose Sulaiman and “Paco” Valcarcel are having a tug of war over a belt of all things.
Lawyers off to the other side are screaming 145! No, 143!. De La Hoya lawyers are yelling, but not announcing the weight.
Floyd Mayweather, Jr is throwing wads of cash around – no just IOU’s. Don King is cackling as only he can.
Is that it? Is anybody missing?
One last long stretch black limo rolls up. It’s Bob Arum and someone else. Who is that slowly getting out of the limo with a round trip ticket to The Philippines?
It looks like Emanuel Steward but I’m not sure.
I’m awake. I hope it was a very bad dream and I don’t remember any more of it.
