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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - It’s another big fight week. Which means different things to different people.
Especially we writer types.
Some count down to opening bells by waxing nostalgic on past events. Some immerse in head-to-head matchups seeking evidence of one man’s superiority. And others simply spend time gorging on hospitality food and drink buffets.
Not a bad selection in the bunch… if you ask me.
But I come here not to praise the fistic establishment, but to bury it.
And, while simultaneously pondering replies to a Facebook friend request from someone I’ve neither seen in about 20 years nor liked in about 21, I’m feeling just a tad bit crusadery.
Either that or it’s another mid-life crisis.
And though no one’s asked my opinion in so many words, I’ve nonetheless chosen this week to climb on the soapbox and enlighten with my own home remedy for boxing’s ills.
My personal sanctioning body, if you will.
For lack of a better idea, and because all the good ones are taken, we’ll keep our name simple.
Ladies and gentlemen… I present the IMHO.
Of course, with the arrival of a supreme being of sanctioning bodies all the others must immediately be dissolved. So with apologies to their office-bound hierarchies and corporate staffs, I bid adieu to the IBF, IBO, WBA, WBC and WBO.
Not to mention The Ring.
Sorry Oscar, you’ve been downsized.
Or if you prefer, voted off alphabet island.
Next, I hereby declare all existing championships vacant. [details]
Especially we writer types.
Some count down to opening bells by waxing nostalgic on past events. Some immerse in head-to-head matchups seeking evidence of one man’s superiority. And others simply spend time gorging on hospitality food and drink buffets.
Not a bad selection in the bunch… if you ask me.
But I come here not to praise the fistic establishment, but to bury it.
And, while simultaneously pondering replies to a Facebook friend request from someone I’ve neither seen in about 20 years nor liked in about 21, I’m feeling just a tad bit crusadery.
Either that or it’s another mid-life crisis.
And though no one’s asked my opinion in so many words, I’ve nonetheless chosen this week to climb on the soapbox and enlighten with my own home remedy for boxing’s ills.
My personal sanctioning body, if you will.
For lack of a better idea, and because all the good ones are taken, we’ll keep our name simple.
Ladies and gentlemen… I present the IMHO.
Of course, with the arrival of a supreme being of sanctioning bodies all the others must immediately be dissolved. So with apologies to their office-bound hierarchies and corporate staffs, I bid adieu to the IBF, IBO, WBA, WBC and WBO.
Not to mention The Ring.
Sorry Oscar, you’ve been downsized.
Or if you prefer, voted off alphabet island.
Next, I hereby declare all existing championships vacant. [details]
Same about Froch as a top SMW...
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