Believe it or not, there was a time not long ago when boxing was buzzing in the mainstream media. A long-awaited showdown was billed as a megafight, it was bet like a Super Bowl at Las Vegas sports books, and Floyd Mayweather Jr. was the favorite and the villain.
If this was goodbye, and I’m not sure anyone from here to General Santos City believes it, thank goodness it’s how we can remember Manny Pacquiao the fighter.
Manny Pacquiao is set to fight Timothy Bradley for the third time Saturday night and, using the wagering handle as a barometer, there is little buzz.
Is a promotion ever helped when some of the biggest headlines over a third installment of Manny Pacquiao engaging Timothy Bradley are made by those in the corner and not the ring?
We again have foolishly mixed athletic gifts with moral compass, shocked those we admire most for their physical skills in sports aren’t also shining examples of virtue and acceptance.
It’s half past 12 at the gym when the fighter strolls in from brilliant sunshine. He looks spry for 84 years old — and for a guy who fought two wars with Carmen Basilio back in the day
