An interesting tidbit…

Al: The trio of Bill Wennington, Luc Longley, and Will Perdue was once known as the “Bang Gang”. Let that one simmer.

Oscar De La Hoya Is A Biggity Bitch.

Al: First De La Hoya says this, after his fight with Manny Pacquiao:

Truthfully, he didn’t hit hard. He didn’t really hurt me. But the punches were so fast and they were coming from everywhere, it felt like there were 10 of him, seriously.

And then he makes this gem of a statement during the “Bloodgate” fiasco between Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather Jr.

Now I have to wonder about him. I’m saying to myself, ‘Wow. Those Mosley punches, those Vargas punches and those Pacquiao punches all felt the same.’ I’m not saying yes or no (about whether Pacquiao might be taking performance enhancing drugs); I’m just saying that now people have to wonder: Why doesn’t he want to do this? Why is it such a big deal?

I mean, brother Manny did make him quit on his stool while rearranging his face in the process.

I know Oscar and the folks at Golden Boy Promotions are trying to build a storyline & promote the fight (which is working wonderfully by the way), but at least be consistent.

I know he’s a bitch, but…

Al:…the Lebron VII’s are on some classic status type shit. Full visible air bubble, the flywire technology that got the Nike heads goin nuts, and the Jordan XI nod with the patent leather going around the shoe. And really, you could put black and red on anything and it would look awesome. Shit is like the Helvetica of color theory.

I mean, he really didn’t get dunked on. Maybe he’s not such a bad guy.

Plonker.

Al: I believe Alvin is/was a Ricky Hatton fan. Shameful shit.  Ricky Hatton isn’t an awful boxer. He’s a rubbish one. A shite one.

Recently, he did an interview (after three months of cowering) where he stated that he left the “fight” in the training camp, and that he was winning Round 2 “by a mile”.

Pacquiao/Cotto, And Why Faux Race Wars Are Awesome

Al: It was announced on Monday that Manny Pacquiao agreed to fight Welterweight champion Miguel Cotto in mid-November of this year. The news, displayed with much importance in the ESPN ticker, came to me as no shock as I’ve grown accustomed to intimately following the boxing life of Emmanuel Pacquiao for a number of years now. It started in 2001, when I saw a rather gaunt looking Pacquiao rein in the title of underdog against a technical sharpshooter in Lehlohonolo Ledwaba, the champion at 122 pounds and the overwhelming favorite to win the bout. Six rounds of two right jabs and a straight left that sent boxers through CAT scans, and I, like Ledwaba but not unconscious, was absolutely floored that a Filipino had become a world champion. The Nike sponsorships followed years later, along with the Jay-Z & Diddy cameos at ringside and the title of being the best boxer in the universe.