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Did the Mayweather V. Mosley fight KO boxing for good?

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Money May beats Sugar Shane, stays unbeaten at 41-0

Sure Floyd was money, but was the cash the only thing? (Source: Ethan Miller/Getty via ESPN)

Although I am an avowed MMAniac, I give homage to the wrinkly old curmudgeon grandpappy of MMA that is boxing.

And Lord, have mercy, did that old geezer show his age with the Money May and Sugar Shane fight.

Don’t get me wrong, Floyd Mayweather winning 41 straight fights is no fluke. The guy is one of the best pound-for-pound fighters of our generation. Possibly of all time.

But he could be so much more than that for a sport that so desperately needs it.

What could have been the coronation of the Sweet Science’s global ambassador ended up as a testament to what he is all about – Money May and the Cash Grab. Mayweather may have won by a decision, but the sport lost in so many ways by their own decisions this night.

The fight began with a walk through time chronicling champions of the past – Sugar Ray Leonard, Tommy Hearns, Mike Tyson and the supreme fighter of all time, Mr. Muhammad Ali. (And for those who didn’t catch this boring crap, the applause Ali got when announced is spine chilling and heart warming.)

And it was downhill from there…

For starters, we lamented the musical stylings of Chris Brown, a man renowned for beating his woman and now singing the national anthem. At a boxing match?! Um, anyone besides my four-year-old daughter not see the clear lack of intelligence with this pick here?

Then, Mosley skips to his lou (Lou, being business partner Oscar de la Hoya standing in the ring) and comes out to “Till I Collapse” by Eminem. Again, omen anyone? The guy was gassed within four rounds. I thought he was about call an oxygen tank to his corner for support.

Not to be outdone, Mayweather files a tax return in the back while a 21-gun salute clamors to the tunes of “Money, Money, Money.” by the O’ Jays. Classic song. Typical choice.

Rounds 1 – 3 were nice. Mosley tripped a couple of times, probably still reeling from all the Geritol he swigged in his dressing room. Mayweather lands a couple of great combinations and looks as elusive as ever. I’m thinking we have a fight as I am feverishly writing some notes to what I believe is going to be a masterful blog entry.

Soon after, my eyes are heavy, my mouth is slightly open with an oozing of drool and I see cute, tiny cherubs circling overhead. In other words, that insomnifest was oh so boring. At the merciful end of 11 rounds, Floyd Mayweather won a unanimous decision.

Oh, and Strikeforce called, they want all their damn people back who crowded that ring. Sheesh.

What did we learn from all this pomp and circumstance? Check out yesterday’s post about Dana White’s snub in the Time 100 and you will get a clue.

Boxing is dead, and the only person who could have possibly resurrected the thing barely did enough to get his pulse above 130. To wit, all Mayweather had to say about not even sniffing a KO was:

“I wanted to give the fans what they wanted to see, a toe-to-toe battle,” said Mayweather, who has been criticized for fighting too defensively. “It wasn’t the same style for me but I wanted to be aggressive and I knew I could do it.”

The real battle was boxing trying to hold on to its purist fans and not allow MMA to roll it over with what appears to be another sweet card as Lyoto Machida and Shogun Rua get ready to get down at UFC 113.

Is Boxing Dead?

That sound you hear is "Taps" blowing. Softly.

MEMO to the Pure Pugilists: Boxing is about as ugly as Mike Tyson’s face ink. It’s dead. Put it out to pasture. Make some glue out of it. It’s okay.

We martial artists and MMA fans salute you. Although there is still one last glimmer of life with Pacquiao, without a demanding blood and whizz test, that glimmer is about to spark away.

Then what? Boxing has nothing to watch – no heavyweights or middleweights (always the life source of the sport). No big time promoters. Hell, if it wasn’t for the great Freddie Roach, boxing would have no notable people left.

What began in ancient Greece has ended in modern Vegas. The “Eye of the Tiger” clearly has Glaucoma or Cataracts. And even Rocky knew when to quit.

Man, it’s too bad “The Contender” was about as done as Mosley was after one round. Boxing sure could use something like… well, “The Ultimate Fighter” perhaps?

And so it begins.


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May 2, 2010 at 12:53 am

TIME: What does it take to be “influential” anyway?

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Dana White snubbed on Time 100 list at #96

Come on, Time. Tell him what influential means. (Courtesy: Esquire)

Every year, Time magazine puts out this much ballyhooed list of the “100 most influential people in the world.”

For the most part, it accurately provides a dazzling introspective on the people on this planet who are considered “movers and shakers.” Only this year, the magazine showed its colors.

Typically, they hide the list behind an array of tech geeks, politicians, athletes who created more trends than signatures, Hollywood celebs who are big philanthropists and the obligatory misanthrope that no one can explain but everyone admires.

This year, this list of douchebaggery included the likes of:

  • #1 Lady Gaga – Heads up the list with fashion that smacks of dumpster diving or shopping at Goodwill
  • #6 James Cameron – Just beat the #1 movie of all time with another one of his own flicks
  • #25 Neil Patrick Harris – For a funny show and bad show tunes?!
  • #28 Mo’Nique – She deserve every bit of love she gets lately (See? I’m not all heartless)
  • #32 Taylor Swift – No, I still don’t know why. In the studio, nice. On the stage, where’s the flying tomatoes
  • #40 Jon Stewart – If you catch the greatness of “The Daily Show,” you know why
  • #55 Billy Graham – Now, THIS is influential!
  • #84 Bristol Palin – Really? She gets knocked up and has her mama talk trash about it. Yeah, great stick she wields.

So, you would think if there is anyone in life to be more “influential” than Lady effin’ Gaga, who would it be?

Don’t hold your breath, MMA lifers. Our betrothed Dana White is cleaning up the gutters at #96. Seriously?! Here’s the write-up:

The sport White champions is officially called mixed martial arts, but he and his partners successfully branded it Ultimate Fighting, the name of their outfit, and that’s how it’s almost universally known — to the chagrin of other MMA organizers. By doing so, he has revived a spectacle that had fallen into such disrepute that it was once described as “human cockfighting.” Now professional boxing wishes it were Ultimate Fighting. White is the UFC’s public face, most pugnacious booster, No. 1 tweeter and most irrepressible fan — the ruler of Fight Club.

The guy doesn’t record music with a nice hook. He doesn’t drown policy in red tape (and gag other politicians with it). He doesn’t even minister to the world’s leaders. He has only taken a once-considered circus act into one of the top money earning sports in the country, in terms of brand loyalty, exposure and oh yeah, influence.

ESPN has put MMA in the crawl, for crying out loud. Yet, there’s Dana, scrubbing the bottom along with pond scum and those nasty bed mites you read about in investigative hotel reporting.

Pugilism used to be the great uniter of this country. Consider the glory days of boxing with Joe Louis and Rocky Marciano. Or more recent, in the PPV heyday with Sugar Ray, Marvelous and Iron Mike.

And now, fans of the fisticuffs have come back together – a little more rowdy, shredded with HGH (allegedly) and draped in an Affliction tee they bought in the Juniors section at JCPenney.

And for that, Dana gets #96 for his trouble. Ah well, where’s that birdcage? Polly needs a cage liner.

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May 1, 2010 at 8:43 am

Tito Ortiz gives a black eye to UFC, MMA and JENNA

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MMA star Tito Ortiz in a different kind of cage

Tito Ortiz in the cage he deserves (Source: TMZ)

Well, the Huntington Beach Bad Boy is at it again – those typical ballyhooed shenanigans we have become accustomed where he is concerned.

According to every MMA blog in the universe, specifically Bloody Elbow where I read it first, Tito Ortiz decided being hooked up with the most famous porn starlet on the planet wasn’t enough… he had to resort to his roots and make her face into a Pinata.

Stay classy, Mr. Punishment.

Now, while I believe the about-to-be-regaled group are a collective bunch of bed-wetting troglodytes who would sell a nudie pic of their mothers if it meant not having to go dutch, you have to give props to the gang of misfits that broke this story nationwide –

Tito Ortiz was just arrested for felony domestic violence at the home he shares with Jenna Jameson. We’re told when cops arrived at the couple’s home in Huntington Beach, CA — Jenna Jameson had “visible injuries.”

Aside from being with her and acting like Barbie and Ken (with bacne… allegedly) at every UFC PPV, the man has twins with her. (No, not those, boys. Head out of gutter.) But this is how he decides to be that father figure. Nice.

Hope he enjoyed his time downtown, because it could cost him his gig, his comeback and his marketing plights on TUF, according to

White remarked that the UFC could release the fighter from the organization for the arrest, saying, “We’re gonna be fair, but we could cut him.”

Cut him?! Should do more than that… like perhaps void his contract on The Ultimate Fighter.

Punishment Athletics” is getting quite a bit of camera time, and that was one of the factors that caused the former champ to coach again on the show.

What also sucks is that while his prime fighting days have taken an exit at Sunny Brook Farm, his coaching and corner days are ahead of him. He’s borderline great at it, but then crap like this highlights the douchebaggery of his ways.

He not only exhibits to the world another bad PR move for an otherwise pure and great sport, but he also determines Jenna is now in his weight class. The video is sad. The charges are coming. The results are harrowing. And yet, the tool sits alone in his own cell.

Enjoy it, Tito. That could be the last cage you see for a long time.

P.S. Any care to this dill in the Octagon with Chuck Liddell now? Thought so.