Monday 20th August 2018,
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Floyd Mayweather is Who We Thought He Was

maymannyIt is not unusual for me to watch a big-time boxing match, enjoy it thoroughly, and not realize until I check onto social media after the fact that the fight in question was, in fact, “a dud.” It happened when Saul Alvarez fought Erislandy Lara. I had Lara winning a close fight, but concede his lack of activity hurt him in too many rounds. But I didn’t find the fight “boring.” The catch-and-mouse game he played with Canelo throughout the fight was interesting to me. Sure, if Alvarez has managed to cut off the ring a bit better and force more exchanges, it would have been more exciting.

But different styles create different kind of fights. I wouldn’t go watch a jazz combo and complain that nobody there was shredding on guitar like Angus Young.

It happened when Guillermo Rigondeaux undressed Nonito Donaire. To me, it was one of the amazing boxing performances I’ve been privileged to see—a guy with only a dozen pro fights completely neutralizing one of the most dangerous offensive fighters in the sport, an opponent who was universally ranked in the pound-for-pound top five. Again, I needed the peanut gallery of the Internet to educate me that Rigo “was boring.”

In the case of Floyd Mayweather’s unanimous decision over Manny Pacquiao Saturday night, though, I was able to anticipate a lot of the reaction. The passion of Pacquiao’s fan base is so strong I knew that many of them would insist he had won any fight that he managed to finish. The vitriol against Mayweather is so strong that I knew he would once again be accused of “running,” even though he never left the area of combat and threw more punches than Pacquiao.

Given the unusual number of casual and non-fans watching the bout, I also knew that the fight would be viewed as surprisingly boring. These are the sort of fans whose sense of what a boxing match is supposed to be is informed more by Rocky movies than actual competitions.

To me, the long-awaited showdown between Mayweather and Pacquiao looked pretty much exactly like what it could have been expected to look like. I had hoped Pacquiao would be able to use angles a bit better to force more action. I had wondered if Mayweather’s 38-year-old legs might tire in the late rounds and force him to stand and trade with greater desperation.

But realistically, I knew the most likely outcome would be another exhibition of defensive brilliance and ring generalship. That’s what Mayweather has been doing for nearly two decades now.

I like a good old-fashioned slobberknocker as much as any fight fan. Last month I was in press row for Lucas Matthysse vs. Ruslan Provodnikov. That was a fight I actually encouraged casual and non-fans to attend, and my wife actually brought up a group of fans who had never been to a fight before. They were all entranced by the spectacle.

But the point of a boxing match is not for the guys to prove how brave they are or how willing they are to absorb punishment. Sometimes courage and gluttony can be decisive factors in a sport as brutal as boxing. But they aren’t the point.

The point is to win. It’s too hit the other guy and keep him from hitting you. Anybody who thinks that avoiding punches inside of an enclosed, 20′ by 20′, roped-off area is easy, should give it a try. What Floyd Mayweather has managed to do in 48 professional fights is remarkable.

I can understand fans who don’t feel the same kind of emotional connection to Mayweather that they felt to fighters like Ali, Hagler or Leonard. I don’t either. But to deny the man’s greatness in the ring is sheer ignorance.

It is not unusual for me to watch a big-time boxing match, enjoy it thoroughly, and not realize until I check onto social media after the fact that the fight in question was, in fact, “a dud.” It happened when Saul Alvarez fought Erislandy Lara. I had Lara winning a close fight, but concede his lack of activity hurt him in too many rounds. But I didn’t find the fight “boring.” The catch-and-mouse game he played with Canelo throughout the fight was interesting to me. Sure, if Alvarez has managed to cut off the ring a bit better and force more exchanges, it would have been more exciting.

But different styles create different kind of fights. I wouldn’t go watch a jazz combo and complain that nobody there was shredding on guitar like Angus Young.

It happened when Guillermo Rigondeaux undressed Nonito Donaire. To me, it was one of the amazing boxing performances I’ve been privileged to see—a guy with only a dozen pro fights completely neutralizing one of the most dangerous offensive fighters in the sport, an opponent who was universally ranked in the pound-for-pound top five. Again, I needed the peanut gallery of the Internet to educate me that Rigo “was boring.”

In the case of Floyd Mayweather’s unanimous decision over Manny Pacquiao Saturday night, though, I was able to anticipate a lot of the reaction. The passion of Pacquiao’s fan base is so strong I knew that many of them would insist he had won any fight that he managed to finish. The vitriol against Mayweather is so strong that I knew he would once again be accused of “running,” even though he never left the area of combat and threw more punches than Pacquiao.

Given the unusual number of casual and non-fans watching the bout, I also knew that the fight would be viewed as surprisingly boring. These are the sort of fans whose sense of what a boxing match is supposed to be is informed more by Rocky movies than actual competitions.

To me, the long-awaited showdown between Mayweather and Pacquiao looked pretty much exactly like what it could have been expected to look like. I had hoped Pacquiao would be able to use angles a bit better to force more action. I had wondered if Mayweather’s 38-year-old legs might tire in the late rounds and force him to stand and trade with greater desperation.

But realistically, I knew the most likely outcome would be another exhibition of defensive brilliance and ring generalship. That’s what Mayweather has been doing for nearly two decades now.

I like a good old-fashioned slobberknocker as much as any fight fan. Last month I was in press row for Lucas Matthysse vs. Ruslan Provodnikov. That was a fight I actually encouraged casual and non-fans to attend, and my wife actually brought up a group of fans who had never been to a fight before. They were all entranced by the spectacle.

But the point of a boxing match is not for the guys to prove how brave they are or how willing they are to absorb punishment. Sometimes courage and gluttony can be decisive factors in a sport as brutal as boxing. But they aren’t the point.

The point is to win. It’s too hit the other guy and keep him from hitting you. Anybody who thinks that avoiding punches inside of an enclosed, 20′ by 20′, roped-off area should give it a try. What Floyd Mayweather has managed to do in 48 professional fights is remarkable.

I can understand fans who don’t feel the same kind of emotional connection to Mayweather that they felt to fighters like Ali, Hagler or Leonard. I don’t either. But to deny the man’s greatness in the ring is sheer ignorance.

Follow Briggs Seekins on Twitter at #Briggsfighttalk and check out his blog, Pioneers of Boxing , to read about the early, bare-knuckle days of the sport.

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