That was a great fight last night.
Me and my man Smokey have a quick message for Irish Ricky:
Pretty Boy Floyd Mayweather takes on Ricky Hatton tomorrow night in Las Vegas. This is the oldest story in boxing, the plot to Rocky I, Rocky II, Uhhhh, Rocky III, and Rocky VI. the flashy trash talking brother against the hardscrabble working class white cat. I’m uniquely qualified to cover this subject as The Great White Hype is one of my favorite movies.
You already know this story. Mayweather brings speed and flashy moves, quick feet and flashy hands and Irish Ricky Hatton is a little slower, hits a little harder and has “the heart of a lion”. Hatton will get all the white fans worked up to beat the pound for pound champion. All of Ireland, and Boston for that matter, want Irish Ricky to win. Seriously though folks, when was the last legit White champ? Unless you are from the Ukraine or some other Eastern Bloc country, you’re not getting the belt.
Let’s do a rundown of everyone’s favorite white fighters:
Rocky. He got his ass whopped in the first fight in all his movies but won afterwards. It’s scripted,what do you want?
Tommy Morrison. Got his ass whooped by Ray Mercer.
This dude looks like he needs to have his ass whooped by a brother.
Even Chuck Liddell was the best fighter in the UFC until Rampage whooped his ass. He better win against Silva of December 29th or his career might be over.
Anyway back to Mayweather/Hatton. As always, 24/7 featuring the Mayweather family is some of the most entertaining programming on TV. Predator Mayweather must have seen himself on TV and figured our he looked ridiculous and needed a haircut, because he actually looks like a reasonable dude now.
I’m calling Mayweather in 9. Hatton is certainly impressive, but I don’t think he can handle Floyd. And yes, I know Ricky Hatton isn’t Irish. He’s British, or Welsh or something like that. He’s got an accent, so it’s all the same to me. Hell, I wish he was Irish so he could pass me a Guinness for me to drink while I watch the fight.
Awww, first we had Oscar rocking the fishnets, now this:
(Yeah, I think Floyd will hit this)
Why oh why is Floyd Mayweather “competing” on Dancing with the Stars? Isn’t he supposed to be training for his fight with Ricky Hatton? Normally I’d call on a celestial power to take track of Floyd’s mind and set him straight, but this time I know better. It’s gonna take more (or less), because clearly Floyd is off his rocker. So I’ll say it, Roger, take the wheel!!!!
I would tell Floyd’s pops, Floyd Sr. to take the wheel, lest folks start calling him “Batty boy” Floyd, but that fool has more hair on the top of his head than he has good sense, so I won’t even bother.
And Jr. I gotta tell, you, if you end up looking like your namesake, they’re gonna have to start calling you Ugly Boy Floyd in about 10 years or so, because your pops has ugly down to a sweet science my man. Goodness, maybe this Dancing with the Has beens and Never Were is a good career move for you as you transition out of boxing. I wouldn’t wish this kind of human deterioration and degradation your pops or uncle (Roger) have suffered on anybody. Then again, since you’re unwilling to
make a good fight for people who pay good money errrr take a hit, you’ll probably be alright for the foreseeable future.
I wonder how Mel B did last night, clearly I wasn’t watching. Too busy
watching the boobs of skanks and hizzoes errr looking to see who would find true love on the Bachelor. Ha, I know, horrible show, played concept, but these big breasted, slim waisted white women seemingly never stop emerging from that limo, so I’m compelled to watch. I guess Dancing with the Stars does have thick Mel B, though.
The next to nothing the chicks wear on that show make it somewhat appealing.. We’ll see. I’ll have my interns watching this for me. I can’t commit to it yet. More later.