MICHAEL MARLEY'S PHILIPPINE DIARY, PART 6:
GENERAL SANTOS CITY—If I could pick hot stocks the uncanny way I analzye big fights, I would have been in Nebraska this weekend, hanging with billionaire buddy and “Oracle Of Omaha” Warren Buffet instead of watching the Shane Mosley-Floyd Mayweather in Manny Pacquiao's steamy hometown on a Sunday afternoon.
Come on, fans, give it up. I'm better than Madame Auring on her best day. I told you guys repeatedly that Mayweather would play the nearly age 40 Mosley like a pinball machine and that's what happened for 11 out of 12 noncompetitve rounds.
I even forecast the judges' ballots, writing that there would be at least one 118-110 vote. That's exactly how Robert Hoyle tabbed it alongside the identical 119-109 scoring of Adelaide Byrd and Dave Moretti.
Time after time, I scribbled that this was a noncompetitive, highly paid workout for Mayweather, nothing more and nothing less.
Hearing mouthy Mayweather talk to Larry Merchant afterwards, I got the impression that the deluded winner felt he had staged a Gatti-Ward type ring classic rather than put on a midlly entertaining boxing clinic for most of the 36 minutes.
Only a few Sweet Scientists will put this fight tape into their collection.
Mayweather was out to make a statement and he did that.
Here's the statement as evidenced by Mosley's wham-bam right hand smash that wobbled and nearly floored L'il Floyd in round two.
The statement is this, that Mayweather's reluctance to talk turkey to fight Pacman has more to do with the real prospect, some would say the likeliehood, that his “0” would go and he would get KTFO'd by awesome finisher Pacman in a similar situation than it does with a 10 day disagreement on blood testing for steroid use.
The blood test bla, bla, bla is a cover up, always has been, for Mayweather's not wanting to risk his precious undefeated status.
Mayweather knows that Pacman brings the pain that Mosley, too slow and too reptitive, never could.
Mosley was like a lost golf ball in high weeds, unable to finish a damaged Mayweather off.
Megamanny would've torn Mayweather apart like a starving wolf ripping through grilled lamb chops.
I suppose you want to know how avidly Manny watched the big bout from Vegas.
Well, after a night of political campaigning followed by game after game of high stakes billiards at his pool parlor hereabouts, I hear that Pacman returned to his family mansion only a few hours before Money May and Sugar Shane teed off (about 11:45 am, local time).
Pacquiao canceled an appointment to sit in the Solar Sports TV studios in Manila to analyze the Vegas bout alongside Chino Trinidad and Joaquin Henson.
I've just confirmed through a reliable source, code name Halo Halo, that Pacquiao did for 12 rounds what Mosley did for 11, sleep.
And it's his terrible fear of getting put to sleep by a Pacquiao bomb or multipunch barrage that will keep Mayweather away from signing on the dotted line to fight the Pinoy Idol.
Pacquiao might put Mayweather away like the five ball going into the side pocket.
Even Stevie Wonder can see that now.
(mlcmarley@aol.com)
Source: examiner.com
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