Wasted Days And Wasted Nights. It’s more than a tearjerking Freddy Fender (square name Baldemar Huerta) song. It’s what Floyd Maysweather Junior’s upcoming stint, starting on June 1, in the local hoosegow in Las Vegas will be. Many is the night “Money” will sit in his six by 10 cell and stare at the ceiling and wonder about his past, present and future. But it’s the night of June 9, when across the other side of Sin City nemesis Manny Pacquiao will be trying to harness Billy Goat Tim Bradley, that may leave Mayweather both speechless and sleepness. Mayweather won’t have access to his phone, no incoming tweets or Facebook flashes to give him the fight result although I am sure one of his pals on the cellblock or a friendly guard will pass along the Pacman-Bradley result. The fight will be over around 9 pm Vegas time so Mayweather will know it before bedtime but… Imagine if went into Sunday and Mayweather was clueless. And imagine that Bradley shocked the world and somehow beat Megamanny. The setting is the lunch room, if they have one. And the word is passed, just like the famous scene in James Cagney classic “White Heat” when the inmates pass the word down the line that Cody Jarett’s mother is dead. Imagine being the last con who turns to Floyd and informs him his biggest cash cow was slain. It’s Mayweather’s worst slammer nighthmare, right or wrong?
