When most people think of the boxer Ken Norton, who lived out his final years in Henderson and died there last week, they probably think of his cross-armed, crab-like style of coming forward that gave some of the greatest heavyweights of his generation — of all time, really — major fits. Or they think of him breaking Muhammad Ali’s jaw at decrepit San Diego Sports Arena in the first installment of their indelible trilogy.
It has come to this when Floyd Mayweather Jr. fights: The only things missing are Bill Murray, Andie MacDowell and a groundhog. It’s the same thing, over and over. The same hype, the same buildup, the same outclassed opponents.
Logic is boring. It lacks emotion and creativity and imagination. But it sure makes sense when Floyd Mayweather Jr. talks Saul “Canelo” Alvarez.
Too frequently, when Floyd Mayweather Jr. takes center stage, fans overpay to see something resembling a dance competition and a pillow fight.
