WE might feast on the comeuppance Adrien Broner is dished out with each passing defeat.
The novelty was first tasted when he lost to Marcos Maidana, a victory that made the Argentine a cult hero.
We have had four such doses with subsequent defeats to Shawn Porter, Mikey Garcia and now, on Saturday in Las Vegas, to Manny Pacquiao.
Broner, the potty-mouthed rebel from Cincinnati, is winless in his last three and has won three of his last seven.
Whichever way you slice it he does not belong at boxing?s top table any longer. Kick him off it for bad behaviour if you will, but also eliminate him for just not being good enough.
He will claim otherwise. He?s bound to having thought he?d decisively beaten Pacquiao when, in fact, he?d lost convincingly.
He was outboxed, outworked, outhustled and bettered across the board.
His moral victory was lasting the course with a 40-year-old veteran a decade removed from his prime.
The problem for The Problem was he was not active enough, nothing like.
That has often been a criticism and against a volume puncher it was always going to be a challenge.
But Broner won?t try to change. He won?t be busier; he won?t up his workrate.
He won?t feel the need to do anything different. Why would he?
Boxing has helped create this monster, tossing titles at him in different weight classes when he?d not paid his dues at the poundage, all the while rewarding him for being a creep and employing boorish behaviour of the highest order.
Let?s not waste words retracing ugly old footsteps here, shall we?
