There must be a full moon. Maybe it has something to do with the autumnal equinox.
There is lunacy evident in the usually tumultuous world of big time boxing.
A cuddly, teddy bear type who greatly resembles the usually demonic Floyd Joy Mayweather Jr. is on the ESPN screen gushing and blushing modestly for his former microphone adversary Brian Kenny.
The purported “Money May” even turned up dressed in a costume he must have purchased on Ebay, a tweed cap and a flannel type shirt, clothing items that could have only been previously worn by Fred Sanford and his TV son, Lamont.
Is this the same Slick Rick who hits the topless, bottomless, moral infernos of hometown Las Vegas and tosses $100 bills into the air to make it “rain?”
This Mayweather impersonator (must be) says his Mom told him to make nice to everybody and that includes his already made apologies to HBO voices Jim Lampley, Larry Merchant and “Uncle Tom”as Floyd called him, Emanuel Steward.
Butter won’t melt in the usually acidic mouth of Bob Arum who welcomes the Marquez-Mayweather one million PPV TV buy rate with a hallelujah chorus, telling me it’s all good news that proves boxing is off the financial canvas.
I mean what’s next, Freddie Roach and Floyd Mayweather Sr. going out on a double date or forming a Mutual Admiration Society. Roach is babbling about Senior making an apology for saying that Manny Pacquiao is using illegal drugs to enhance his boxing skills although it may have been written in invisible ink.
If I didn’t know it’s turning into October, I’d be out shopping for Valentine’s Day cards and gifts.
Maybe UFC Mouth That Bored Dana White is turning into boxing’s Cupid, uniting these usually divisive parties against a common enemy.
Next thing you know, Michael Koncz will be sending a lovely box of chocolates up to Coach Roach’s suite at Cooyeesan Hotel in beautiful downtown Baguio.
With some local strawberries on top, of course.
Enjoy this outbreak of affection in all directions because it cannot last.
