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Is Floyd Mayweather tawdry?
Is Floyd Mayweather tawdry?
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Igor Frank, Glendale Boxing Examiner
December 16, 2011 - Like this? Subscribe to get instant updates.
In no particular rush to go to work I decided to visit Dave’s barbershop early Friday morning. It felt like home. Downtown Ronnie Brown was humming the blues.
“Well I am a prizefighter baby,
Cause I use my fists to make a living
I’ve lost all of my pride baby
Cause I am taking what they are giving…”
“Which one of you boys can smell boxing talk a mile away?” inquired Dave the Barber as he pointed for me to sit at his chair:” Three days in a row we’ve been fighting about politics and no sign of either one of you two. As soon as we start talking boxing here you are.”
“We bring bagels with cream cheese instead of piece pipe,” smiled Big Steve following me into the barbershop.
“You are right on time,” confirmed Dave the Barber:” The topic of the day is Pretty Boy Floyd. Do you think that boy is tawdry?”
“Tawdry! What the hell is tawdry,” roared Big Steve:” I didn’t know I had to go to college to join this intellectual conversation.”
“Why don’t you tell him what I mean Ronnie,” said Dave the Barber:” You are the smart one here or are you just a smart ass?”
“Shut up you old fool,” cut in Al the Barber:” I haven’t heard a soul use that word in thirty years. If I see a goat then that is precisely what I’m gonna call it: a goat. So why don’t we just call Pretty Boy Floyd a show off, because that is exactly what he is. No point in discussing it. The boy is a show off, burning hundred dollar bills on TV. Showing off his gaudy house to the troops His mama ought to spank him and make him apologize to all the fine people of this country who are struggling to put food on their dinner table.”
“Give my boy a brake,” implored Downtown Ronnie Brown:” At least he got that nice Miss Jackson swinging her child bearing hips around that big ass house all day. That’s a fine woman! She’s got a behind to derail a train. But if memory serves me right, the greatest, Muhammad Ali always said-It’s not bragging if you can back it up.”
“He is just like his loudmouth father,” continued Al the Barber:” Wanna be pimp, Floyd Mayweather Sr., who talks nonsense in rhymes. The apple doesn’t fall far away from the tree.”
“Regarding papa Floyd speaking in rhymes,” I said, surprised to be able to join in a heated conversation:” My friend Michele caught up with Floyd Sr. in Las Vegas at the WBC convention. You have to hear what he had to say.” Here is his tirade as recorder by Michele on You tube.
“Joke, Coach Roach, he wouldn’t dare to approach,” began Mayweather Sr.:” He is the roach Floyd spoke with no hope. Manny just moved in from the first class to coach with the Roach and now he is sprayed with raid and underpaid because at the end of the night his title will be gone, just like the roach when the light come on.”
“Did she ask him about fighting Manny Pacquiao?” inquired impatient Dave the Barber. “Yes, she did,” I replied.
“ When my son’s gonna fight Pacman?” continued Floyd Sr.” When Pacman take the test my son will put him to rest and all the rest you know is no contest, I must confess.”
“No wonder Floyd Jr. is so screwed up,” exclaimed Al the Barber:” It’s all in the genes.”
“Let me add another word to your limited vocabulary,” said Ronnie Brown addressing Big Steve: “Floyd Mayweather Jr. is the veriest fighter of modern era, in other words the most complete boxer of today and you can take this to the bank. His father might sound like a complete fool, but one thing he knows is that his son will run circles around Manny Pacquiao.”
“Is that a fact? “exclaimed Al the Barber.
“No it’s not a fact,” replied Big Steve:” But wouldn’t it be fun to finally find out?”
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Igor Frank, Glendale Boxing Examiner
December 16, 2011 - Like this? Subscribe to get instant updates.
In no particular rush to go to work I decided to visit Dave’s barbershop early Friday morning. It felt like home. Downtown Ronnie Brown was humming the blues.
“Well I am a prizefighter baby,
Cause I use my fists to make a living
I’ve lost all of my pride baby
Cause I am taking what they are giving…”
“Which one of you boys can smell boxing talk a mile away?” inquired Dave the Barber as he pointed for me to sit at his chair:” Three days in a row we’ve been fighting about politics and no sign of either one of you two. As soon as we start talking boxing here you are.”
“We bring bagels with cream cheese instead of piece pipe,” smiled Big Steve following me into the barbershop.
“You are right on time,” confirmed Dave the Barber:” The topic of the day is Pretty Boy Floyd. Do you think that boy is tawdry?”
“Tawdry! What the hell is tawdry,” roared Big Steve:” I didn’t know I had to go to college to join this intellectual conversation.”
“Why don’t you tell him what I mean Ronnie,” said Dave the Barber:” You are the smart one here or are you just a smart ass?”
“Shut up you old fool,” cut in Al the Barber:” I haven’t heard a soul use that word in thirty years. If I see a goat then that is precisely what I’m gonna call it: a goat. So why don’t we just call Pretty Boy Floyd a show off, because that is exactly what he is. No point in discussing it. The boy is a show off, burning hundred dollar bills on TV. Showing off his gaudy house to the troops His mama ought to spank him and make him apologize to all the fine people of this country who are struggling to put food on their dinner table.”
“Give my boy a brake,” implored Downtown Ronnie Brown:” At least he got that nice Miss Jackson swinging her child bearing hips around that big ass house all day. That’s a fine woman! She’s got a behind to derail a train. But if memory serves me right, the greatest, Muhammad Ali always said-It’s not bragging if you can back it up.”
“He is just like his loudmouth father,” continued Al the Barber:” Wanna be pimp, Floyd Mayweather Sr., who talks nonsense in rhymes. The apple doesn’t fall far away from the tree.”
“Regarding papa Floyd speaking in rhymes,” I said, surprised to be able to join in a heated conversation:” My friend Michele caught up with Floyd Sr. in Las Vegas at the WBC convention. You have to hear what he had to say.” Here is his tirade as recorder by Michele on You tube.
“Joke, Coach Roach, he wouldn’t dare to approach,” began Mayweather Sr.:” He is the roach Floyd spoke with no hope. Manny just moved in from the first class to coach with the Roach and now he is sprayed with raid and underpaid because at the end of the night his title will be gone, just like the roach when the light come on.”
“Did she ask him about fighting Manny Pacquiao?” inquired impatient Dave the Barber. “Yes, she did,” I replied.
“ When my son’s gonna fight Pacman?” continued Floyd Sr.” When Pacman take the test my son will put him to rest and all the rest you know is no contest, I must confess.”
“No wonder Floyd Jr. is so screwed up,” exclaimed Al the Barber:” It’s all in the genes.”
“Let me add another word to your limited vocabulary,” said Ronnie Brown addressing Big Steve: “Floyd Mayweather Jr. is the veriest fighter of modern era, in other words the most complete boxer of today and you can take this to the bank. His father might sound like a complete fool, but one thing he knows is that his son will run circles around Manny Pacquiao.”
“Is that a fact? “exclaimed Al the Barber.
“No it’s not a fact,” replied Big Steve:” But wouldn’t it be fun to finally find out?”
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