holfresh wrote:

BigDaddyG wrote:

holfresh wrote:Manny didn't press him enough..Mayweather only does enough to win..He doesn't take unnecessary chances..

I thought Manny's hand speed would force Money into more inside exchanges.

Manny didn't want to risk it all either..Looking and rethinking the entirety of the event, Manny was satisfied with the outcome..He played the I thought I won card so maybe he could get a rematch and more money..He was more concerned about his legacy to say I stood in there with Floyd..Manny's punch output was among the averages of other fighters against Floyd which is half of what Manny usually puts out...Flooyd gets 200 mil and Manny gets 140 mil..I won't buy it again, I was watching a business venture playing it safe to line their pockets again and again..Can't blame them, I was the trick..

holfresh wrote:

knickscity wrote:

holfresh wrote:

BigDaddyG wrote:

holfresh wrote:Manny didn't press him enough..Mayweather only does enough to win..He doesn't take unnecessary chances..

I thought Manny's hand speed would force Money into more inside exchanges.

Manny didn't want to risk it all either..Looking and rethinking the entirety of the event, Manny was satisfied with the outcome..He played the I thought I won card so maybe he could get a rematch and more money..He was more concerned about his legacy to say I stood in there with Floyd..Manny's punch output was among the averages of other fighters against Floyd which is half of what Manny usually puts out...Flooyd gets 200 mil and Manny gets 140 mil..I won't buy it again, I was watching a business venture playing it safe to line their pockets again and again..Can't blame them, I was the trick..

Sorry you feel that way for making the purchase. I ordered it as well, although some friends of mine came by the house and fronted their money to cover the price. I'm really surprised folks didnt enjoy the fight, and are blame Floyd for that. Floyd did what he was supposed to do, he stuck to his gameplan and even though it didnt seem like it he was easily the better boxer in the ring. Manny had chances, plenty to be honest, but didnt put them to use. But yeah, in this day and age it's about the money and both these guys dont have to worry about inability to spend it and enjoy it.

I enjoyed the fight somewhat..I didn't blame Floyd because this is what Floyd has done throughout his career..Floyd does just enough to win..I don't think we ever saw how good he could have been in his career because he doesn't take risk..I was just surprised at Manny because he didn't do what he usually does ..Which was ok for the time being until the post fight interview..Manny didn't want to risk it and I was ok with that..He didn't want to get knocked out..But in his post fight interview he said to thought he won..There is no way he could have thought that..Was he just doing that to get a rematch??.If so, I think the dude is a bit disingenuous..I felt a little played at that point..

holfresh wrote:Manny is now saying he had a shoulder injury before the fight, which is why he didn't fight his best..The Commission didn't allow him to take anti-inflammatory medication..

http://www.wsj.com/articles/mayweather-vs-pacquiao-vs-ridiculous-vs-sublime-1430681551

Mayweather vs. Pacquiao vs. Ridiculous vs. Sublime

Las Vegas

In the end, the big fight curdled into something predictable and methodical, sort of snoozy, but all week it had oozed ridiculous. It was always going to be at least partly ridiculous, right, they dropped it down in Las Vegas, for goodness’ sake, this glorious town industrialized ridiculous—get married in a drive-through; ride a gondola in a phony Venetian canal; venerate Carrot Top like he’s Edison or Beethoven. The fact that it took Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao a half decade of haggling, taunting and deal-breaking to get to this fight only added to the ludicrousness, then the rush-job agreement to finally do it, contingent on split custody with two TV carriers, the delays in signing the contract, the tickets that cost more than Toyotas, and the news early Saturday of a dispute over credentials for good journalists who’d dared to address Mayweather’s past, which included a 2012 guilty plea to misdemeanor domestic battery for which he served 60 days. There were protestors outside the casino, calls to donate the $99 pay-per-view fee to a women’s shelter. The lead-up to this fight of fights was mind-numbing in terms of its self-inflicted chaos, even by the usual self-inflicted chaos standards of boxing, but there was always this: Shortly after 8 p.m. local time, the thing would actually begin.

Wait. Technical difficulties! Hold on. Too many people paying that record $99 for the pleasure to watch at home, apparently! Glitchy, glitchy. There would be a delay.

OK! Fixed! Bring ’em out.

They got it going in an MGM Grand arena that was thoroughly pro-Pacquiao, or anti-Mayweather; it was tough to distinguish the love from the loathe. Beyoncé was there and so was Leonardo DiCaprio in sunglasses and a don’t-look-at-me cap and Charles Barkley and Robert DeNiro and that guy from that thing on that show—you know, that guy. Tom Brady jetted in from watching the Kentucky Derby in person just hours before, because he is Tom Brady, and he is having Earth’s best life. Jamie Foxx sang the national anthem, and it was good. Justin Bieber kept mum, and it was better.

Floyd Mayweather, Jr. beat Manny Pacquiao by unanimous decision Saturday night, after one of the most hyped boxing matches ever. Photo: AP
This was a Prizefight, boldfaced capital P, the biggest one in a long time, maybe one of the biggest ever, and there were hopes that a thrilling fight would lift a waning sport which has lacked for glamour and personality and mainstream mindshare. Boxing is not what it used to be, not even close, but here were two champions, among the best ever, who had frustratingly never met. Mayweather vs. Pacquiao, even in the autumn of their careers, was proposed as more than a boxing match: It was a potential liftoff for a revival. So much had been written, televised, hyped to the heavens. As the weekend approached, Vegas became swamped with fight fans and private jets and plutocrats who play in hushed rooms the rest of us never see. There were a lot of dudes wearing jeans and untucked dress shirts.

(OK, yes: There are always a lot of dudes wearing jeans and untucked dress shirts in Vegas.)

Still, this was the optimal town for boxing to rage, rage against the dying of whatever the poet said. Vegas is a place where we humans go to deny the inevitable—it is a mecca of the fake tan, the refastened brow, the bad hairpiece, the sucked-in-gut, the misspent paycheck and the bachelor/bachelorette/conventioneer gone wild. Here even the bleakest reality can be suspended for 48 hours. Mayweather-Pacquiao may not have come at the proper time to save boxing (it should have happened five years ago), but if you squinted hard enough, it resembled a throwback, the real thing.

For a few fleeting moments, it was the real thing—a true boxing match, with flurries and stylistic differences and flashes of two champions’ old selves. Mayweather entered the night as a heavy favorite, but Pacquiao stayed aggressive, pushing Mayweather to the corners, landing combinations that idled him on the ropes. Pacquiao had lost two fights in the last three years but as the cheers of “Manny! Manny! Manny!” rained down from the $1,500 face-value nosebleeds it was possible to momentarily, you know, believe.

Except maybe that was an illusion. This is what Mayweather does, you had to keep reminding yourself of it, he lures in his opponents, deceives them, makes them think they’re dictating when he’s the one doing the dictation, jabbing, countering, inspecting, calculating, defending, tiring them out. It is an evasive, unriveting style of boxing—on social media, the bored pay-per-view audience complained like they’d been handed a ball of yarn and pair of knitting needles—but it is wickedly effective and how he’s stayed unbeaten for so long. “I knew I had him from round one,” Mayweather said afterward, and the judges thoroughly concurred. On the entire 12-round night, the judges agreed to give Pacquiao only the fourth and sixth. Two of them also gave him the ninth and 10th.

That was not going to do it, not by a long shot, and afterward Pacquiao smiled as he said, “I did my best, but my best wasn’t good enough.” The fighter and his camp mentioned a bum right shoulder the southpaw carried into the fight—not as an excuse, of course, but just so, you know, everyone knew, and, you know, understood exactly what was going on, and that maybe Mayweather didn’t beat the full Pacquiao, hint hint, and this could open the door to a lucrative sequel.

Mayweather, who says he will retire after a final fight in September, was noncommittal.

But do not rule out a sequel, if it can make money, even if the audience isn’t crying for it, even if it’s a terrible idea. They made “Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2.”

As far as it saving boxing…man, that’s a tall ask. The business appears brilliant. Pay-per-view numbers are expected to be seismic; Mayweather, now 48-0, was given a check for $100 million before he left his locker room. But the fight didn’t deliver That Moment boxing needed to inspire the mainstream and make that $99 feel like money well wasted. It couldn’t even win the sports night. Comparing the controversies and highlights, Mayweather vs. Pacquiao was about one-eighth as thrilling as the Clips-Spurs Game 7. (Holy cow, Chris Paul.)

The arena cleared out around midnight and a walk through the casino floor revealed a city that returned to its absurd normal—the packed craps tables and thumping nightclubs and the gamblers carrying frozen margaritas in cups the length of 3-woods. At the sports book, dudes in jeans and untucked dress shirts took fistfuls of winnings and fanned them out for photos. A few hotels over, there was a wobbly bachelor party wearing tuxedo T-shirts and a cover band massacring Maroon 5 and a guy asking if it was too late to bet on Chelsea soccer. It all felt comfortable and familiar and sublime in the way you want Vegas to be. Mayweather vs. Pacquiao proved not to be a fight for the ages, but it was ridiculous enough to feel right at home.