IT is a fight that has to be made for the sake of boxing and its legions of fans.
A boxer who carries a punch and a puncher who knows how to box.
Two of the boxing’s top fighters.
Two of the sports biggest draws.
A clash between two titans.
In a fight fit for the coliseum.
On a stage like no other.
For a price no one must refuse.
And for a price everybody will be willing to pay.
By winning his comeback fight against former Manny Pacquiao victim Juan Manuel Marquez, Floyd Mayweather Jr. set the predicate for an inevitable encounter with the man who dethroned him as boxing’s top pound for pound king.
In demolishing Miguel Angel Cotto over nearly 12 rounds, Pacquiao honored his part of the bargain.
Now the two must meet in a fight that everybody wants to see and begs to happen.
Both have history to make in fighting each other.
For Mayweather, it his to prove his claim that he is the best boxer in this era. This century even.
For Pacquiao, it is a fight that will catapult him past the very best that donned the mitts – without exception. A final fight that will forever etch his name way up the pantheon of boxing immortality.
An epic that will end all other epics.
In a brutal sport that brings out the best in writers and scribes, the two are meant for each other and are meant to be.
They do not only have contrasting styles. Their personalities are poles apart. They are drama personified.
But like the opposite poles of the magnets, they will attract each other.
May the gods of Olympus rain their wraths on those who will stop this thing from happening.
Because when the two finally agree to meet, each of them can write memoirs down memory lane and tell their children and grandchildren:
“Yes, I did.
I fought the very best and conquered them all.
And I did it for me and for all.”
