Sunday 9 December 2007

Live From Las Vegas

Too late in the night, too early in the morning, however you want to call it. Having set the alarm and primed the espresso machine for 4.30 in the a.m., it became clear why Floyd Mayweather looks so good this far into his career, and why Ricky Hatton looks like a backstreet bruiser from Manchester - or should that be Stockport? ;-)

Boxing is such a strange sport to try to defend - and actually, like other blood sports it's almost impossible to do so. I guess the only difference, and the huge distinction between other holdovers from the 18th Century, is that both participants are there from their own free will. But the sight of the fancily coiffured females ringside howling with pleasure as the vinegar strokes took hold was a little bit hard to stomach.

Hey ho. Time for bed.

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