Jan 27, 2012 – On the evening Floyd Mayweather Junior and Manny Pacquiao fight, if and when that happens, boxing scribe and ?lawyer? Michael L. Marley will likely find himself slumped in the corner of some watering hole, intoxicated, feeding himself handfuls of mustard from a 105 ounce tub of French?s finest.
The rest of us, if not attending the fight, will likely have some sort of gathering to watch the pay per view event. This past week I started thinking ahead to hosting the fight itself, as I will not be attending the fight – even if given the option to watch it at a hastily built death trap on the Las Vegas strip.
I will be watching the fight from the comfort of my own home and invite a few friends and family members for the proverbial ?fight party?. Much like the Super Bowl is a yearly excuse for Americans to gorge themselves, a mega-fight is as a great reason to pull out the spread.
Not being much of a drinker, I don?t spend a lot of time thinking about what sort of alcohol I will provide. A bottle of Bacardi, Patron, a case of Newcastle, and case of Tecate (someone always seems to bring a case to provide the UPC for the pay per view rebate).
I?m usually happy with throwing a bag of nachos with a can of cheap processed nacho cheese dip. Since being married, my wife insists that processed cheese is not an acceptable, so she?ll likely whip up some buffalo wings. The Martha Stewart recipe is a true winner.
Though I usually don?t barbecue for fights, if Mayweather – Pacquiao goes down, I?ll be smoking a beef brisket in the good old Weber 22? kettle. I loosely follow a recipe available in Big Bob Gibson?s BBQ Book. For a 6 P.M. Pacific start time, I?ll have to wake up at 5 A.M. to slow cook the tough cut of meat.
No barbecue sauce for me on the brisket, but if guests want to ruin their meat, I?ll provide Sweet Baby Ray?s, my favorite bottled sauce, a brand you can see Floyd Mayweather enjoying in during a 24/7 episode before his fight with Victor Ortiz.
Now I would be content with serving fight fans hunks of meat, but once again, my wife will further civilize the savage beasts, and cook up mashed potatoes, corn bread, and other niceties.
I have three kids, and only two of them will eat what everyone else is eating. I have one picky kid, who won?t anything but pizza at a fight party. Luckily, this child has outgrown Little Cesar’s Pizza and graduated onto Papa John?s Pizza. So you can expect two or three of those pie at the party.
As for desert, in the past, nothing. Now with a wife around, she will want to provide some sweets for the viewers. I can envision cupcakes, two sets, some decorated with the Manny Pacquiao logo, and another with dollar signs for Floyd Mayweather supporters. She might even go as far as buying helium balloons with a boxing glove, or something of that sort.
The purpose of this article? I don?t know, maybe to get away from the miserable spectacle that the entire Floyd Mayweather – Manny Pacquiao negotiations, or lack of negotiations have become? If other boxing writers can write complete, moronic nonsense on the matter, I figure I would one-up them.
And for the record, I do assemble my Coleman 8 person tent in the backyard for fight parties. You can come, drink, be merry, and not drive home, but you are not sleeping in my pad.
