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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - Nothing beats a big fight week.
Promotional hype. Persistent trash talk. Glittery grand entrances. Weigh-in flexing.
All part of the run-up drama that builds to crescendo as participants receive final instructions, unveil menacing stares and retreat to corners to await in-ring combat.
The moments create recurring goose bumps, no matter the principals.
And for my money, no other sporting events – outside of overtime playoff hockey – come close.
Of course, with all the positively compelling elements comes the inevitable flood of “I’m an expert, you must listen to me” pre-fight analysis from keyboard-toting creatures great and small – be they of print, website or blog affiliation.
Some are worth your attention. Most are best ignored. And surely all who get it wrong Saturday night will be back by Sunday morning alleging it was circumstance – and not shoddy reasoning – that prompted their fall from grace, in the hopes you’ll return when the next mega-event rolls around. [Click Here To Read More]
Promotional hype. Persistent trash talk. Glittery grand entrances. Weigh-in flexing.
All part of the run-up drama that builds to crescendo as participants receive final instructions, unveil menacing stares and retreat to corners to await in-ring combat.
The moments create recurring goose bumps, no matter the principals.
And for my money, no other sporting events – outside of overtime playoff hockey – come close.
Of course, with all the positively compelling elements comes the inevitable flood of “I’m an expert, you must listen to me” pre-fight analysis from keyboard-toting creatures great and small – be they of print, website or blog affiliation.
Some are worth your attention. Most are best ignored. And surely all who get it wrong Saturday night will be back by Sunday morning alleging it was circumstance – and not shoddy reasoning – that prompted their fall from grace, in the hopes you’ll return when the next mega-event rolls around. [Click Here To Read More]
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