Walking into this bout, fans all across the globe were buzzing with hype about the potential outcome: Floyd gets KO’d, Pacqiao punches himself out. Social media was flooded with posts and videos about the road leading up to this final showdown between two superstars.
But what did it all turn into?
All the endless commercials broadcasting on t.v., the fifteen seconds before YouTube streams, or even billboards gilded with the faces of these two legendary boxers, not to mention the star studded crowd that included names like Tom Brady, Paris Hilton, Magic Johnson, Justin Beiber, that filed into the MGM-Grand Colosseum.
The tumultuous roar as Pacquiao, sporting yellow and blue, entered first, then Floyd, in shimmering gold and black, strode next toward the ring
What was supposed to be the ‘biggest fight of the century’ turned out to be nothing more than a sensational media hype.
I watched the event from my flastcreen television at my aunt Karen’s house, located in Oxnard, a small city north of Los Angeles. Paul, my uncle, sat nearby. And as the bell dinged, and the two superstars raced from their corners, everything about my experiences of watching prize fighting told me this was going to be one of the greatest fights I had ever seen.
But then my expectations dropped almost immediatly as I saw Manny Pacquiao fight forward, flat footed, little side to side movement, and Floyd ‘Money’ Mayweather Jr. carefully picking his shots as he had done over and over in his 47-0 career.
I knew, this fight was no different.
And the first few rounds still maintained a high level of excitement as the crowd roared every time Pacman pinned Floyd on the ropes. But then like a slippery fish dropping back into the water, Floyd would pivot from Pacman’s grasp, tagging him several times before he circled back into the center of the ring.
And the majority of the fight stayed this way, Floyd running, Pac chasing, and the lead growing more substantial as Floyd racked up more and more points.
I found it incredibly painstaking to watch, let alone report. Paul and I turned our head every time Floyd landed a straight right, frustrating the bewildered Pacquiao. It wasn’t that we had any personal bias toward either of the fighters, but more, due to the fact, that people all over the world had spent up to $100 for a fight, which was really just transgressing into a balley lesson, hands being thrown in between the times of dance.
To me, it seemed a bit strange that Floyd could get away with these tactics, then go on to win a unanimous decision when Pacquiao was the clear aggressor, attempting to engage, but not so much the ‘smoother’ fighter.
In all, it seems even stranger that Floyd Mayweather Jr., now 48-0-0, is approaching a record held by Rocky Marciano, a heavy-weight fighter, who had the challenge of attaining that record during the time when fights were 15 rounds, and a boxer would be considered a ‘wuss’ if he ran as much as Floyd does.
It was surely a let down for fight fans all over the world. This was supposed to be a heroic battle between two greats, not a fearful exhibition of pitterpatter fighting.
Walking away from this all, there is no way this fight will go down as ‘the biggest fight of the century.’ But instead, probably the hugest disappointment to boxing fans across the globe.
After the fight Floyd Mayweather Jr. approached Pacquiao, offering a conciliatory hug, and Pacquiao, resisting, but ultimately accepting the hug, summarizes the entire spectacle perfectly: boring as HELL. . . (OK that may be a bit harsh, but the fight did not live up to the hype.) At the very least, for better or worse, we finally have an answer to the question: Who would win between Mayweather and Pacquiao!