I spent 14 hours in the dark Monday afternoon and night.
Before I got back on the power grid, after the Northeaster/Blizzard/Storm from Hell subsided, it was all candles and flashlights.
Suddenly, I knew what it was like to be Floyd Mayweather’s career.
In case you haven’t heard, which I doubt given the 7/24/365 news watch on L’il Floyd conducted by the gang over at TMZ, the Mayweather Meltdown added another ?illustrious? chapter recently as the undefeated mother bleeping fighter had to verbally rip another mother bleeping security guard without a motherbleeping gun.
SEE FLOYD MAYWEATHER’S YEAR-ENDING (we hope) VIDEO RANT.
Can you believe this?
Just because it was mother bleeping 4 am, and just because the mother bleeping rent a cop did not identify mother bleeping Mayweather as the mother bleeping big deal that he mistakenly thinks he is, the security guard did not want to admit Floyd and his carload of ?associates? into the residential area.
I mean, come on, you ask the Most Famous Face on the motherbleeping planet to show a motherbleeping ID?
What?s next, Lady Gaga having to prove that meat carcass coat belongs to her, that the hatcheck girl did not mistakenly give her a similar jacket?
I’ve resisted saying this before but now Mayweather, who turns age 34 in February, is the Saddest Man on the Planet, his ego smashed to bits by the continuing ascension of arch-rival Manny Pacquiao and his continual legal issues.
This man is sorely in need of an ego transplant because, evidently, his is as wrecked as the liver of a 90 year old alcoholic.
Blowing up at the guard shack when he knew a video camera was at work? Blowing up at a poor, minimum wager earner who was only doing his job as best he knew how?
Is this same Mayweather who had to show ID, including passport ID, for a recent boxing trip to Belgium?
I doubt that anyone from TSS ?touched his junk? on that weekend trip to Antwerp but maybe Mayweather could rationalize his airport ID checks as being mandatory.
Here’s some of Mayweather’s less than magnificent rant in the 2:19 long video as presented for our post-Christmas and pre-New Year’s Eve Entertainment by TMZ (not exactly in chronological or even logical order):
?I ain’t got no ID…
?Are you letting me in my mother bleeping house?
?You know who I am, man, let me in my house…your job is to let me in my house…
?You ain’t bought my house, I bought it. Stop giving me a hard time…
SCREAMS
?Let me in my house!?
?You could (or caused) a problem…I had a problem with one of y’all before…
?(I need) a mother bleeping ID to get into my mother bleeping house?…?
There was also some chatter from Mayweather asccusing the guards of not demanding ID king from “Maloof,” meaning one of the wealthy brothers whose family owns both the Sacramento Kings of the NBA and the ultra hip Palms Hotel-Casino in Las Vegas.
It has been reported this rant took place on Dec. 19.
But there is some good news for Mayweather fans and for those optimists who hope he will sometime next year confront Pacman in the ring the way he confronts security guards trying to keep trespassers out of gated housing areas or their colleagues issuing parking tickets…
The good news is that LV Metro did not get involved, those mother bleepers were probably busy fighting some mother bleeping crimes.
The good news is that Mayweather kept his fast hands to himself.
I guess this is Mayweather’s novel way of trying to influence potential jurors in his myriad cases, you know, to brighten up his public image.
Most people with his criminal court docket sheet and cases peripherally related to him (Uncle Roger’s and the Mayweather ?associate? who shot the car trunk of a hellwisher) would be on their best behavior but not L’il Floyd.
I still hope that he will, compelled by money if nothing else, his bring that anger into a ring and test Pacman.
In the meantime, this troubled jock needs a curfew and a spanking.
Pacquiao can only give him the latter.
Maybe, in the NewYear, Mayweather will mature, stop acting so childish and find his way.
But, for now, Mayweather’s life and career ends 2010 the same way I was for 14 hours, in the dark.
Now let me give the mother bleeping power company a piece of my mother bleeping mind.
