LAS VEGAS?How you know the Sugar Free Shane Mosley-Manny Pacquiao ?fight? was about as exciting as a lazy nap in your hammock on a sweltering summer afternoon…
When many fans, most of whom used to revere Mosley, are calling him Shame Mosley now…
When you learn that Mosley had blisters on both feet but zero blistering punches across 36 minutes…
When Mosley’s best look in the dreary 12-rounder was when he was laying down on the job after a third round knockdown. I had never seen a black man put on an Alfred E. Neumann ?What Me, Worry? expression on his face heretofore…
When, if someone had asked the groggy Mosley, as he reclined after getting nailed by the murderous Pacquiao left hand, where he was, I think he might have sputtered, ?I’m in Pittsburgh and it’s raining…?
When the Insomniacs Association of America has just named Mosley, 39 going on 59 and unable to put even one good combination of punches together, it’s Pound For Pound Snooze Inducing boxer…
When Pacman seems more excited about meeting and greeting glamor girl/socialite Paris Hilton, sitting on postfight presser dais with his sexy wife Jinkee, than he does about winning a decision which had one judge having Mosley behind 120-107, or 13 points over 12 soporific rounds….
When the usually capable ref, Kenny Bayless, blew a call, charging Pacman with getting floored in the 10th round when it was a shove/slip and not a KD at all. Give Bayless props, though, for going immediately to Coach Freddie Roach afterwards and admitting he blew it…
When exhausted promoter Bob Arum goes into a convoluted rap about how archrival Golden Boy should make a ?contrite and public apology? to Pacman over the without proof allegations that the Pinoy Idol uses PEDs. Arum has been at war so long with Oscar De La Hoya and company, now he wants to make nice? Something’s wrong with this picture, folks…
