By Lyle Fitzsimmons - Let’s say you’re Floyd Mayweather Jr.
Compared to the average clock-puncher, you’re doing pretty well. You’ve reached the pinnacle of a difficult profession. You have more money than three generations of grandkids will spend. And you’ll more than likely be retired before your life is half complete.
If given the option, it’s a set-up most folks would take in a second.
Somehow, though, it seems a little unfulfilling.
From a distance, that is.
In spite of myriad title belts and inclusion near the top of every respected pound-for-pound list, the mere mention of Mayweather’s name elicits venom from fans across every demographic and from executives on the highest rungs of the boxing ladder.
And it’s not just the brainless “He’s a punk” or “He sucks” babbling from message-board cretins.
In this case, even the suits in corner offices join the pile-up, going so far as to allege cowardice and comparable psychological weakness in the interest of protecting an unbeaten record. [Click Here To Read More]
Compared to the average clock-puncher, you’re doing pretty well. You’ve reached the pinnacle of a difficult profession. You have more money than three generations of grandkids will spend. And you’ll more than likely be retired before your life is half complete.
If given the option, it’s a set-up most folks would take in a second.
Somehow, though, it seems a little unfulfilling.
From a distance, that is.
In spite of myriad title belts and inclusion near the top of every respected pound-for-pound list, the mere mention of Mayweather’s name elicits venom from fans across every demographic and from executives on the highest rungs of the boxing ladder.
And it’s not just the brainless “He’s a punk” or “He sucks” babbling from message-board cretins.
In this case, even the suits in corner offices join the pile-up, going so far as to allege cowardice and comparable psychological weakness in the interest of protecting an unbeaten record. [Click Here To Read More]
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