floyd mayweather jr. and i am the master of the philly shell. he is arguably unbeatable. defensive master. slickest counter puncher. disgusting hand speed. high boxing IQ. the very tools needed to beat pacquiao.
the pacquiao-clottey fight last night was ahrite. overwhelming offense vs. scared shit defense. good names for undercard fights failed big time, almost bringing me to sleep. u know ur dark when a black man calls you "...dark as f*ck!" pacquiao's kryptonite: uppercuts. needs to close them elbows up. been awhile since pacquiao has been visually hurt (bruised right cheek), he's still human after all. pacquiao didn't double punch, his speed just made it look that way. jim lampley's commentating was reduced to comic book exclamations. BANG! the big fancy venue doesn't necessarily translate into an electric atmosphere. vegas 1, cowboy stadium 0. clottey had the physical tools to knock pacquiao out, but had no heart or courage. sad. i called 12 rounds, but a win by TKO. half right. God bless pacquiao.
the best fight he has ever fought. the most enjoyable fight i've watched. i screamed like a girl, jumped up and down like a kid, and cheered like an annoying parent. cotto, like marquez is an awesome opponent. he gave a good fight.