By Lyle Fitzsimmons - It finally happened.
About a minute into round two of Saturday night�s mega-event in Las Vegas, anyone waiting years for Floyd Mayweather Jr. to face real adversity in a ring got their wish.
Courtesy of two booming right hands from Shane Mosley ?the second of which noticeably buckled his knees ?those with a notion the former five-division belt-holder was simply a combat-averse frontrunner who�d feasted on subpar competition had their day in in-ring court.
In Mosley, they said, a Hall of Famer who�d ruled two divisions before earning lineal championship status at welterweight, the caustic windbag known as �Money?would hardly be permitted to employ the shoot-move-grab techniques that had maddened 39 previous challengers.
It was a fight he never wanted, they insisted, and, presented with a similarly quick and more powerful foil, Mayweather would either be compelled to dig into an unexplored bag of tricks, or, more likely, exposed in its absence as a mouthy made-for-reality TV wannabe.
And at the moment the second right landed and momentarily lowered their stricken villain�s backside toward the canvas, you could almost hear blissful clicking as keyboard soothsayers far and wide readied their pithy �See, I told you so?submissions. [Click Here To Read More]
About a minute into round two of Saturday night�s mega-event in Las Vegas, anyone waiting years for Floyd Mayweather Jr. to face real adversity in a ring got their wish.
Courtesy of two booming right hands from Shane Mosley ?the second of which noticeably buckled his knees ?those with a notion the former five-division belt-holder was simply a combat-averse frontrunner who�d feasted on subpar competition had their day in in-ring court.
In Mosley, they said, a Hall of Famer who�d ruled two divisions before earning lineal championship status at welterweight, the caustic windbag known as �Money?would hardly be permitted to employ the shoot-move-grab techniques that had maddened 39 previous challengers.
It was a fight he never wanted, they insisted, and, presented with a similarly quick and more powerful foil, Mayweather would either be compelled to dig into an unexplored bag of tricks, or, more likely, exposed in its absence as a mouthy made-for-reality TV wannabe.
And at the moment the second right landed and momentarily lowered their stricken villain�s backside toward the canvas, you could almost hear blissful clicking as keyboard soothsayers far and wide readied their pithy �See, I told you so?submissions. [Click Here To Read More]
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