Manny Vs. Money

The hat I’ve been wearing all week says “Pacquiao vs. Hatton.”

Only yesterday did I get called out on the hat, by the man who sold me a certain ethyl orange juice additive.

He misremembered the fight, though, recalling it as the one where Manny Pacquiao suffered a rare KO (three in his career). I corrected him. Ricky Hatton, previously undefeated in the light welterweight class, was knocked down twice in round one and KO’d in round two by a single hit to the right side of his head.

It was a smart move by Pacquiao. He sort of telegraphs with his right and then brings in his left to clobber Hatton, whose troubles are exacerbated by the fact that he’s clearly OUT by the punch and so has no way to stop his head from hitting the canvas when he lands.

Therefore, my hat is kind of funny. Because the fight it touts ended up not being much of a fight at all. In fact, it pretty much finished Ricky Hatton’s pugilistic career.

I’m wearing it this week of course because it was announced that Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather Jr. have at last agreed to terms to meet in the ring on May 2. I have not read yet how they circumvented the testing issue, (probably with something technically and legally referred to as “buckets and buckets of money”) but at long last, Manny and Money will meet in the ring.

After that, I reckon boxing is pretty much over.

A nice way to start your day: You walk downstairs and, taped to the door of the pizza shop that used to live next-door to me but moved across the street six months ago, is a sign that says: East Avenue Pizza Shop and Deli coming soon! And there’s a big pile of lumber in there!


A bad way to end my day: Losing my f&%‪#‎ing‬ debit card.

BAD. BAD BAD BAD. (S’okay, I cancelled it immediately.)

Congratulations to the Cleveland Browns on their new logo and presentation standards.


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