‘‘You never appreciate the silence along the trail until the ass stops braying.’’
Old prospector’s words to live by
We now know that Floyd Mayweather Jr. could make a sentimental favorite out of British Petroleum. All he has to do is open his mouth. His video soliloquy posted on You Tube last week was only slightly worse than his subsequent apology.
In a single disjointed episode of babbling, he called Manny Pacquiao a whore, a yellow (in color not character) midget and a gutter noun best translated in polite circles as the lead character in Oedipus Rex (you could look that one up under the works of Sophocles). Then he mixed in a little bit of homophobia.This scatological monologue was apparently shot in his kitchen, so the laughter of the people he pays to laugh served as a kind of Greek chorus in the background.
He topped this performance with:
‘‘That (expletive) Pacquiao can’t speak no English.’’
With that slice of ungrammatical syntax, neither does Mayweather.
So now he has become as offensive as he is boring.
You can add dumb to that.
Ever since Pacquiao instituted a defamation of character suit against Mayweather for his
boisterous charges that Pacquiao was on performance-enhancing drugs, Mayweather’s defense has been ‘‘don’t look at me, it’s the people around me who love me who are saying that.’’
But in this tirade he keeps referring to the ‘‘power pills’’ he alleges Pacquiao is on as he looks into the camera.
Brilliant.
Having made this charge to the world, he can no longer shift the screen credits to the corner men on his payroll.
There are those, offended by this ludicrous performance, who insist Mayweather should retire.
They are a little bit late.
Having twice turned down fights with Pacquiao, he already is retired. It’s just that nobody has bothered to tell him yet and don’t look for the gang at Golden Boy to break the news.
The thing that would really be appropriate here would be for Pacquiao to beat Antonio Margarito in November if he can and then retire and return to his role as a legislator in Congress in the Philippines without even acknowledging Mayweather, leaving Mayweather to explain his own self-hyped legacy that includes the undeniable fact that he twice turned down a shot at Pacquiao.
Even for someone who is a legend in his own mind, that’s a little tough to explain.
But to return to Mayweather’s smorgasbord of racism ... Unless you were isolated in a bathyscope underneath Lake Michigan, you surely know what Mayweather said, how he said it and how he butchered his own apology, hiding behind the inane explanation that he was ‘‘just having a little fun.’’
Right.
That’s what the skinheads say when they use the N-word, the KKK says when it burns a cross on the lawn of a home owned by any one of a dozen ethnicities or religions.
And Mayweather’s attempt at an apology was reminiscent of the day John Rocker, the Atlanta Braves pitcher, slandered half of Queens and then said ‘‘it may look otherwise but I’m not a racist.’’
For Mayweather it was ‘‘there isn’t a racist bone in my body.’’ If he isn’t a racist then somebody had sure better call him on the telephone and warn him that somebody posing as him made the kind of statements that generally highlight an ethnic cleansing rally.
That’s not trash-talking about a potential opponent. What it is, is garbage from Mayweather Central, a command post whose inhabitants are well known to the judiciary and law enforcement people of Clark County in Nevada.
Well that’s pretty simple stuff. Even James Carville and Dick Morris would fall off the merry-go-round trying to spin that into anything other than what it is.
None of this is very complicated.
He said what he said.
He is what he is.
When a fool feels he can say such things in public, then a fool has crossed over the line and
becomes a jerk.
His wounds are self-inflicted and his legacy grows in his own mind each time he utters his name.
It’s as phony as the character in Rostand’s “Chanticleer,” who upon his reflection in the mirror, brays:
‘‘I fall back all bedazzled at seeing myself in the mirror, knowing it is I who have made the sun to shine.’’
Give us a break, Floyd. Make your next fight in Elba. Things have been quiet there ever since Napoleon left.
Source: nj.com
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