That's what the small party I attended shouted all night as we watched the Floyd Mayweather fight! I think I even saw Carlos Baldomir, his opponent, mouth that a couple times to himself!

 Floyd was his usual flamboyant self-coming into the ring dressed as a Trojan. I actually choked on my Corona when I saw he was boxing in white leather shorts with pink trim! I must say however, the girl part of me kicked in and I thought the pink gloves were hot!!! He looked confident and ready to fight.

Baldomir, on the other hand, looked defeated right from his trek into the ring. The look on his face was (again) ‘Damn, I gotta come in after that?’ Making matters worse for Baldomir, Floyd allegedly injured his right hand in the middle rounds which means Baldomir got his #### handed to him with one hand, literally!

 All this was great. It lacked the pizzazz of a Tyson or Lewis fight but it was still good. The fact that Floyd completely dominated didn’t help the entertainment during the fight but man o man-Floyd lighting into Larry Merchant’s #### after the fight made my day! I have always thought that Larry Merchant was a horrible commentator and spent the better part of the evening, even the early bouts, complaining about his lackluster approach and utter disregard for the people listening to him. When Floyd basically told him to shut his mouth and let him do the fighting, I just sat back and had one of the men-folk bring me another beer! Damn!!