If you were to put Arum, Schaefer, De La Hoya, Mayweather, and Pacquiao in a room for a week, there would be nothing left but bones?
I admire those who believe Mayweather vs. Pacquiao will someday happen. Their pluck is splendid. Their patience is commendable. Their fidelity verges on the miraculous. Ignoring facts in favor of fantasy is something I?ve always admired. I want to believe, I really do. I just don?t want to be taken for a sap.
If you were to put Bob Arum, Richard Schaefer, Oscar De La Hoya, Floyd Mayweather, and Manny Pacquiao in a room for a week, there would be nothing left but bones. But hope springs eternal. If they were to shake hands instead of regurgitating talking points, the sun might shine on our wintry sport.
Over the years, deals have been proposed and accepted, to be rejected at the 11th hour. Terms have been floated and met, only to have the goalpost moved for the hundredth time.
The current manifestation of Money May is the new Money May. The old Money May threw hundred dollar bills at strippers. Not anymore. The new Money May behaves. He still represents New Money, before which old money holds its nose. But Money is timeless, as any Daughter of the American Revolution will tell you.
Old or new, borrowed or blue, green is the color of my true love?s money.
With Christmas just around the corner, cards celebrating the Resurrection have filled our mailbox to overflowing. One such card came from pound-for-pound king Floyd Mayweather via Twitter. He?s been known in the past to yuck it up at the expense of another.
In the spirit of holiday jeer, he may be yucking it up again.
?This is my Christmas card to the world,? Floyd tweeted. ?Happy Sleepy Holidays zzzzzzzzzzzz?
For those whom hope springs eternal, hope away?and eternally if you have the time.
