By Lyle Fitzsimmons - I concede. I’m a betting man; but not a particularly smart one.
So even when the surest of sure things leaps out of sporting woodwork and screams, “Hey Lyle, bet on me, you can’t lose,” I’m far more likely to ignore the nudge and drop a misguided $20 on the off-chance that the New York Jets will actually win a Super Bowl at least once before I die.
As I said, I’m loyal to a fault… but not very smart.
Still, when it comes to boxing, I think I might be about ready to change my record.
Thanks to my old pal, Manny Pacquiao.
I’m sure the Filipino belt-collector had no idea the other day – as he made the studio rounds at the preeminent four-lettered basic cable sports empire in Connecticut – that he was all but ensuring a nice pre-Christmas largesse for his favorite boxing journalism nemesis.
(OK, c’mon, let’s be realistic here. Manny wouldn’t know me from Adam, but it sounds a lot better to call yourself someone’s nemesis than it does to admit that they’re completely unaware of your existence. And hey, if that offends the message-board purists among us… sue me.)
Anyway, the more Manny spoke *******ly about the possibility that he’d agree fight Floyd Mayweather Jr. in the foreseeable future – from allowing his foe to make more cash, to confirming that he’s OK with the idea of extensive blood tests – the more he essentially guaranteed it’ll never actually happen. [Click Here To Read More]
So even when the surest of sure things leaps out of sporting woodwork and screams, “Hey Lyle, bet on me, you can’t lose,” I’m far more likely to ignore the nudge and drop a misguided $20 on the off-chance that the New York Jets will actually win a Super Bowl at least once before I die.
As I said, I’m loyal to a fault… but not very smart.
Still, when it comes to boxing, I think I might be about ready to change my record.
Thanks to my old pal, Manny Pacquiao.
I’m sure the Filipino belt-collector had no idea the other day – as he made the studio rounds at the preeminent four-lettered basic cable sports empire in Connecticut – that he was all but ensuring a nice pre-Christmas largesse for his favorite boxing journalism nemesis.
(OK, c’mon, let’s be realistic here. Manny wouldn’t know me from Adam, but it sounds a lot better to call yourself someone’s nemesis than it does to admit that they’re completely unaware of your existence. And hey, if that offends the message-board purists among us… sue me.)
Anyway, the more Manny spoke *******ly about the possibility that he’d agree fight Floyd Mayweather Jr. in the foreseeable future – from allowing his foe to make more cash, to confirming that he’s OK with the idea of extensive blood tests – the more he essentially guaranteed it’ll never actually happen. [Click Here To Read More]
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