By Matt Stolow, Examiner.com
I'm no fan of Andre Berto. It's painful to watch him - like a full body dry-heave. He makes you think of a young Meldrick Taylor until he does try to box, then he's like Fres Oquendo.
If he gets a dream shot at Manny Pacquiao, it would be giving about a four to six month "Get out of jail free" pass to all that follow Manny.
Four months of ringing up big dinners at Nat's Thai Food, the laundromat, the brothel in the corner, even big days ahead for Examiner.com writers, the Vagabond Inn Motel next door all get a free ride, if you will, because like Mack, Manny's back in town at the Wild Card and 1123 Vine Street.
Berto, is, well he's Berto. Yes, he has a great story. But he's all story and little else. I realize his adviser Al Haymon seems to have the goods on HBO executives. His promoter, Lou Di Bella still has HBO dates due him from when he left HBO to make it on his own nine years ago.
Manny has finally run out of legitimate opponents. We don't know about Margarito getting licensed yet. Mayweather vs. Mosley are starring at a rematch and don't fight anyway until May 1st.
So we are looking toward the June 5th Yuri Foreman vs. Miguel Cotto for the gimmicky (in this case) eighth world title in eight weight divisions.
And I know I'll get stuck taking Michael Marley to Dan Tana's mega-Steak House in Hollywood and a nightcap at Jumbo's Game Room all because nobody can say "no" to Andre Berto.
Source: examiner.com
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