QUOTE (Warlord @ Dec 1 2010, 02:29 AM)
I'm about sick of boxing, period. Too many pussies like David Gaye and Floyd Gayweather, and not enough fighters willing to step up and fight anyone, anywhere, anytime.
You cats can shit on MMA all you want. Those guys are over there fighting the best for a hamburger and a medium Coke.
At its best, nothing touches a big-time boxing event. And by big-time, I mean two legitimately great fighters fighting each other in their respective primes. Does that even happen anymore?
*And before any queers come in getting all butt-hurt because I took a shot at boxing, I will remind you that I watched Haye/Harrison. Twice. I watched it live, and watched the replay that followed immediately afterwards. That should speak for itself in regards to my passion for boxing.
*And, before any wart infested little dickheads get their blow holes all choked up when I defend PBF, go download some porn.
I am not sick of boxing, period. There are some cunts (like Haye and Harrison
) out there but PBF is not one of them. I think there are plenty of boxers willing to step into the ring and fight anyone, anywhere, anytime.
I have grown to appreciate MMA, first of all for the quality of the athletes and secondly for the competition it has provided for the boxing industry. However, there are plenty of boxers all over the globe fighting anyone, anywhere, anytime for the equivalent of "a hamburger and a medium Coke."
Good fights happen all the time. Great fights have never been plentiful.
The problem with boxing has little or nothing to do with the boxers. Pacman is a great boxing talent and seems to be an equally great person. Team QuackMeow is the problem. PBF is at least as great a boxing talent as Pac, but he appears to be a frustrating and flawed individual. The real difference between Pac and PBF is the level of control they have over their boxing careers.
Arum (the organ grinding circus master) controls Pac's boxing future. PBF controls his own.
Though Floyd is accountable for his career decisions, the business environment he navigates must be taken into consideration. I am also frustrated by his lack of activity and failure to get into the ring with certain individuals, but I respect the fact that he does not dance to the tunes of The Organ Grinding Circus Master
Bad boxing decisions are (in the vast majority of the cases) not made by the boxers. They are made by the minions behind the scenes and those they hire.
There were a handul of very good fights and another of good fights in November alone. There will be nearly as many of both in December.
Boxing is alive thanks to the chemotherapy of competition. The cancer still runs deep, but it has been forced to be more parasitic.