By Patrick Kehoe - Roy Jones Jr has a smile on his face, a lot, these days. Trimmed back down into light-heavyweight range, he’s sporting a six pack, dashing off wise cracking threats and generally making a fun loving flirt out of himself. He’s even tossed the ball around with the New York Knicks and pulled a Rambo sporting some serious rifle range fire power with the state side troops, while shamelessly photo-oping with the godfather of tireless self-promotion Don King, himself. And most of the time on the stump he’s been spending face to face with his next opponent, Senor Felix Trinidad. For every Trinidadian flourish of a threatening, knuckle flattened fist and dire knockout prediction from the winking Trinidad, Jones instinctively counters with bubbling frivolity and a smirking shake of the head to make sure “Tito” gets an exact body language translation. “No way in hell, Tito!” [details]
Roy Jones Jr. - He's Dangerous When Smiling
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