I, Freddie Roach, who predicted that Oscar De La Hoya had both a broken trigger finger and a broken beyond repair trigger?
I, Freddie Roach, who predicted that Reckless Ricky Hatton would walk right into the whirling, slashing blades of the human helicopter known as Manny Pacquiao and that their so called ?fight? would not make three complete rounds?
I, Freddie Roach, the noted seer and savant who has been properly called the Nostradamus of boxing, now expand my fearless forecasts above and beyond boxing because, frankly, it is a tad boring carting off the Boxing Writers Association of America Trainer of the Year Award all the time. My name should be permanently engraved on the trophy and it can be referred to as the Mayweather Never Trophy…
Therefore, I, Freddie Roach now humbly submit that?
That with each passing minute, each passing hour, each passing day, Manny Pacquiao continues to improve as a fighter and that his peak looms in the next year or two. Scary business for Floyd Mayweather, isn?t it?
That Floyd Mayweather is wondering if Bob Arum is serious about sending tiny Ivan Calderon, who is 110 pounds dripping wet, into the ring with him. Nothing Li?l Floyd likes better than taking on l?il opponents?
That Michelle Obama, in a fashion shocker, will start wearing lots of purple?
That the entire Mayweather Clan (except for Jazzy Jeff) could take lessons in class from an NBA superstar like LeBron Jones. I saw him on ESPN and, when they compared him to Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson and Larry Bird, he gave an aw shucks, I?m honored to be mentioned answer. It sounded sincere and radiated class. The Mayweathers generally show class without the first letter of the word?
That the Dow Jones Industrial Average will finish 2009 at 12,547?
That howling Jim Cramer will start taking stock tips from I, Freddie Roach…
That Michael Marley and Manny’s lovely mom might make beautiful music together if only my fellow Boston Irishman can get the romantic chance…
That Floyd Jr. will continue to act as if Sugar Shane Mosley has a raging case of the swine flu?
Ditto for how Floyd will look at Miguel Cotto as those two are real welterweights, guys his own size that will never pick on. Bring this man midgets, he says, midgets and dwarves?Oh, almost forgot, now Fraud is searching for his first eununch foe?
That LeBron and his Cavaliers will beat the Lakers for the NBA title thus gladdening my heart and that of Celtics fans everywhere. Somewhere, High Above Courtside, gargle with razor blades announcer Johnny Most, will be skinning and grinning as the tinsel, plastic Fakers go down to defeat?
That someone in the Obama Administration will demand that Nancy Pelosi be given a little sample of how much fun water boarding can be. Surf?s up, Nancy?
That boxing bookies will ask me to not reveal my Mayweather-Pacquiao fight prediction until the weigh in is over so as not to deter fools willing to plunk down money on Little Fraud?
That David Haye will take British boxing to a new and desperate low when he is pulverized by one of those Klitschko guys in Germany?
That Ricky Hatton trainer Lee Beard will be driving a cab in Manchester after Matthew Hatton gets flattened by Zab Judah. Beard will drive Team Hatton to the airport when Ricky and pals take off for Vegas where Ricky will try to avenge his brother?s loss only to get knocked out in five rounds. Judah is then labeled the greatest carrier since Octomom?
By that time, his old colleague, Floyd Mayweather Sr., will be a limo driver in Vegas. Can?t wait to see him wearing those white gloves and saying, ?Home, James??
That, in their next abrasive live interview, Brian Kenny will pimp slap Floyd Jr. and that the slapee will cry on the air?
That, on another slow Sunday, Michael Marley will come up with something more scintillating than this poor excuse for a creative column?
I, Freddie Roach, give Marley a dispensation for this sorry effort as I realize the Lakers-Nuggets game knocked him out Sautrday night the way that my pupiil, Pacman, will knock out L’il Fraud…
I, Freddie Roach, don’t want to say Marley is getting old but his high school yearbook is the Bible. Rim shot, rim shot…
You know, my crystal balls are getting a bit musty. Perhaps it’s time for their semi-annual varnishing. Its so difficult to find a good crystal ball polishing shop these days…
Maybe if I rack my humungous brain….hmmm…oh, yeah, that guy over on Pico and Lankershim…what the hell is his name, anyway?…
It will come to me, it always does…
Michael is a former sports columnist at the New York Post. He was a criminal defense attorney and worked for sports legends Howard Cosell and Don King. Marley also operates BoxingConfidential.com. Email him your thoughts. He makes it a practice to always recommend Pacland and Philboxing
