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VIENNA – What the hell is wrong with a sport where the two top athletes are not screaming to match their skills to determine who actually is the Number One guy?
If I had that answer I wouldn't be scarfing down wiener schnitzel and dodging WA Mozart lookalikes all day in the hot, Austrian sun, now would I?
I wouldn't be taking the #2 trolley or tram over to the Sigmund Freud Museum only to find it shuttered now would I?
I'd be laying on the beach in Monte Carlo counting my millions upon millions of Euros.
Seriously, can you imagine the Celtics saying, either individually or collectively, that “the Lakers are just too tough so we're not interested in the NBA Finals this season?”
I lay some blame for the Floyd Mayweather-Manny Pacquiao super bout not being put together for November or the foreseeable future on the superstar boxers themselves.
It may not be in Pacman's nature to shout anything from the rooftops but, in this case, he should make an an exception and and in no uncertain terms, he should have and still could call Mayweather out in a blunt fashion.
Bill Dwyre, one of my Pacquaio Election travel mates, has a biting, sarcastic piece in the Los Angeles Times on how Bob Arum spins, dries, fluffs and then folds the May-Pac situation.
Pacman needs to show some of in ring fire, fury outside the ring to provoke Floyd Mayweather fight (Pacland)
Ditto for Floyd, his I don't really care to compete against the world's most popular and most exciting fighter attitude is deadening.
If Mayweather is no nonchalant, then why should you the paying customers even care let alone get worked up into a frenzy?
Both Manny and Floyd have showed a lack of passion in this matter and I see no sign that either the Filipino or the American have directed their respective handlers to do whatever it takes to get a bout contract agreed to for a match in which both could earn a $40 million purse.
I will get accused of Old School, Old Fogeyism here but I never saw such a who cares attitude from Thomas Hearns, from Sugar Ray Leonard, from Roberto Duran or Marvelous Marvin Hagler.
Besides their ring greatness, they all wanted to fight the best for the most money.
Floyd and Manny, one with his following the NBA hobby and the other with his budding political career, act like boxing is a second job rather than burning passion.
They bothy indeed train like demons but when both should be pouding the public table, making it clear they can't wait to rip each other apart to determine real supremacy, all we get is soft soap and no comments.
The hoary, old cliché is that the promoters work for the fighters.
It certainly doesn't look that way for Floyd and Manny when the big bout has endured eight months now of idle chatter, of not getting made.
If these two are ring giants, then why the heck are they whispering?
Mr. Hearns once lobbed a rubber chicken at the head of Mr. Leonard at a press conference.
Now that is what I call stirring the promotional pot. That's what I call great theater.
It happened at the "No Mas" fight in New Orleans when Leonard frustrated Duran and made him do the unthinkable, quit.
Let's hear some joyful, macho noise.
Otherwise, the already sagging interest in boxing will hit new lows.
(mlcmarley@aol.com)
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