“The fistic world was dull and dreary…. “With a champ like (Sonny) Liston things had to be dreary…” –CASSIUS CLAY ON COLUMBIA RECORDS, CIRCA 1963, “I AM THE GREATEST”
So it is today on the bigtime boxing landscape. The fistic world would be dull and dreary without the mangetic presence of Floyd Joy Mayweather Jr.
Me, I’ve had my wakeup call.
Me, I’m so done, so over the Mayweather bashing.
I can only hope other nonbelievers will see the light.
I can only hope other Mayweather bashers will come to Joy and bask in his radiance.
Sure, Humble Hero Manny Pacquiao stands for many things but they’re all boring, all humdrum and all out of touch with these tempestuous times.
Mayweather, though, Mayweather is Lady Gaga writ large.
Mayweather is Lindsey Lohan with more class.
Mayweather is the savior of boxing.
Mayweather is the resurrection of a dying sport. Don’t you remember how he and the ever helpful Oscar de la Hoya fought the “fight that saved boxing?”
Only an American, a red, white and blue cat like Mayweather, can be boxing’s Emperor.
I’m not xenophobic, some of my worst enemies are foreigners.
But we can’t exalt some washashore from someplace called General Santos City to be our brightest light.
Mayweather bashing is for the dimwitted, really.
Any minute now, I expect so L’il Floyd on Oprah’s show, dispensing his wisdom and sagacious tips on how to better cope with everyday life.
Pacquiao is Asian, jsut a bigger Pone Kingpetch, that’s all.
Pacquiao is a Fighting Harada impostor.
Let’s all bow down now and be thankful that we live in the the Magical Age of Mayweather.
Mayweather bashing is out.
Mayweather praising, Mayweather economiums, Mayweather homilies…they are in.
I’m with the program, how about you?
Let us now pause to praise this greatest of men, amen, I say to you, verily…
Now let us read a parable from Uncle Roger and a letter from Apostle Floyd Sr.
Mayweather bashing is out, Mayweather praising is in…
