Listen, as much as I’d like to just catch up on things and chat about nonsense for a bit, there are a couple things from over the weekend it seems like a good time to address.
I’m sure by now you’ve gotten wind of what went on at the MGM in Vegas on Saturday night.
That Pacquiao kid. Yes, him. He was in the ring again. Beat up Miguel Cotto for most of 12 rounds and looked good doing it. Damned good, in fact.
And even though most people sort of saw it coming, it was still pretty impressive.
So now, like it does whenever a guy within 10 pounds of welterweight wins a fight, the pack of wolves reticent to sing your praises is off and howling about how this one is the best in the business.
Not only in the sport today.
But in the discussion with guys like Duran and Chavez and Henry Armstrong.
Now I know what you're thinking, champ. You're bigger than all that. You’ve been a world champion for more than a decade. You whipped everyone they put in front of you. Including a guy that went life and death with him twice. And trust me, I agree with you. To me, you're clearly the best of this generation and among the best of any before it. No questions asked. [details]
this floyd **** riding writer is the most embarassing journalist i know
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