there is an idea of an Al Haymon, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real Al, only an entity, something illusory, and though he can hide his cold gaze and you can shake his hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense your lifestyles are probably comparable: Al Haymon is simply not there
Would I find Al Haymon? Most of the time it was just a case of my putting in an appearance, going along the Rue de Seine to the arch leading into the Quai de Conti, and I would see his slender form against the olive-ashen light which floats along the river as he crossed back and forth on the Pont des Arts, or leaned over the iron rail looking at the water. It was quite natural for me to climb the steps to the bridge, go into its narrowness and over to where Al Haymon stood. He would smile and show no surprise, convinced as he was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.
The tranny video never emerges. It gets taken down the minute it's put up and the uploaders disappear into obscurity. Rumour has it he used to ball with Obama and lived on the same housing project as kids. He has powerful friends.
I thought this was a joke and then looked it up. Haha. The articles also say he paid canelo 5 million more not to hurt Floyd.
He's real enough that Beyonce sued his ass when she caught Haymon and her father stealing money from her.