Sorry for the NFL posting. Didn't know where else to put it.
Josh Q. Public:I’m rough like a freight train, smooth like ice. And yo Jeff, straight up, I think I can beat Mike Tyson. -The Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! My Celtics are done. My Bruins no fun. Too early to start my Red Sox are number one. So I turn to boxing. The sweet science. The sweetest taboo. With everybody’s panties in a bunch lately over fighting in sports, I bring you the sport of fighting. I watch Friday Night Fights. I watch World Class Championship Boxing. I watch Boxing After dark. I watch HBO World Championship Boxing. I watch Showtime Championship Boxing. I watch all of it. There’s Pretty Boy Floyd Mayweatherwith his gaudy record of 37 wins, 0 losses, 0 draws and 24KOs. A World Champion at four different weights. There’s Marco Antonio Barrera. Anyone who said that his career was finished was proven wrong. Proven wrong after sound beatings of Erik Morales and Rocky Juarez. There’s Washington DC’s own Winky Wright. Wright, completely outclassing Ike Quartey, the WBC and WBA Light Middleweight Champion. There’s WBO Super Middleweight Champion Joe Calzaghe, just dominating his division for about a decade. And then there’s Manny Pacquiao.
For my money, this Pac Man is the best pound for pound fighter in the world today. Always putting on a display. A warrior all the way. A hero from here to the Manila Bay. If you haven’t seen him, I implore you to do so. He is exciting. He is tenacious. Vivacious. Salacious. Vexatious. He is the reigning WBC International Super Featherweigt Champion. He is the former IBF Super Bantamweight Champion. He is the former WBC Flyweight Champion. He has a record of forty-three wins, three losses, and two draws. Thirty-four of those wins coming by way of knockout. But that doesn’t tell half the story. In the ring he is a monster. The Muammad Ali of the Phillippines. The Phillippine Phenom. Republica Enemy Number One. The Destroyer. Pac Man.
Pac Man gobbling up opponents. He gobbled up Erik Morales. El Terrible. Gobbled him up and spit him out. Gobbled him up and spit him out in the third and final fight of the trilogy. The third and final fight of the trilogy back in November. Everybody thought this rubber match would be the fight of the year. Everybody was wrong. Pac Man dished out an ever-loving beating. Left him eating Cream of Wheating. The fight started off much like the Tommy Hit Man Hearns/Marvelous Marvin Hagler fight of yore. Ended that way too. Both fighters coming out swinging. Both landing crushing blows. End of the second round. There’s a left by Manny. Down goes Morales! Down goes Morales! Down goes Morales! He got knocked down, but he he got up again. You’re never gonna keep him down. Yes you are. Third round. Manny relentless. Repentless. Beating El Terrible senseless. Thunderous right hook after thunderous hook. Over and over again. Tex Cobb. Down goes Morales! Down! Down! Stay down, Rock. Nope. Another left. Welcome to dreamland baby! The fight earned Republica Number One, Fighter of the Year honors. The fight established this two-handed punch machine as the greatest fighter today. The Destroyer’s planned April 14 showdown against world-rated Mexican Jorge Solis may be in jeopardy. He has hinted that he may decide to wait for a big money showdown against the winner of the March 16 battle between World Boxing Council Super Featherweight Champion Marco AntonioBarrera and Juan Manuel Marquez. I don’t care who he fights. I just want to watch it. I just want to watch the Destroyer. The sweetest scientist in the world.
josh q. public. For the public, by The Public. Irreverent sports opinion from a Bostonian in New York. The one blog to read, when you’re reading more than one. Good to the last drop!