The Sham Legacy of Floyd Mayweather, the "Champion Cherrypicker".

Okay.
So here's the deal. Floyd Mayweather's career at this juncture isn't about a huge payday, legitmizing his legacy, satiating boxing fans, nor satisfying a need to want to challenge himself by competing with the best fighter out there. No.
Floyd Mayweather's career motivation is only about keeping that all-important, Big-0, that spotless record, to preserve an illusion that his distorted, inflated ego depends on for it's very survival. That Big-0 is the be all, end all for Floyd Mayweather.
Luckily for Floyd, he has the best of all possible worlds to ensure that record is never in danger.
He is a truly remarkable, savvy boxing scout, shrewd businessmen, and great promoter (Whom else would have the shrewd insight to know that if your opponent has a superstision of needles on fight day to demand Olympic style drug testing?). Floyd has an uncanny knack for sizing up which opponent would fare the worst against his style. He also has an uncanny knack for evaluating which opponent has unduly captured the public's attention and praise - in other words, the overhyped fighter that would generate the most pay-per-view interest.
But unluckily for us fans, this micro-managed system of opponent selection always results in dubious, un-noteworthy bouts that leave us scratching our heads, with only one word coming to mind each time: Sham.
This offensive, confrontational and disrespectful Bad-Boy of Boxing has let us down each and every time. Because he talked us into hating him, touted his skills til he was blue in the face and then refuses to square up with, and engage each successive, publicly-derided, villified opponent.
Why do these fights stink so damn badly? Simple.Because long before the opening bell,Team Mayweather cleverly and carfully manipulate and orchestrate all the variables. Nothing left to chance. Like the fact that almost every fight of his career was made to take place in Floyd's back yard.
Because a fight in vegas guarentees him all the stipulations...like local promoters, like the oversized, immense ring he demands every time out so that he may make the most of his evasive, backwards movement that he'll be utilizing all night long.
And another Uniqely-Vegas accomodation, those hand injections that Floyd gets that keep him from feeling pain in his particularly brittle hands until after the match is over. No, only the opponent gets to feel that pain, because that would not be fair to Floyd.
Yet Another uniquely-Mayweather nit-picking stipulation states his opponent has to submit to demanding olympic-style blood donations.
I imagine a manager of any potentioal mahyweather opponent, upon viewing the contract the fist time, is stunned by the number of asterisks. Because Floyd Knows. And more importantly, Floyd knows...better. He knows better than to face the best when they're at their best. He knows there have been guys in his division(s) who stood a legitimate chance of beating him. Floyd knows...boxing politics. A lot more than you or I ever will. And he's craftily, shrewdly and deceptively kept himself out of true harm's way.
So only the luckiest chosen few get to be a Mayweather opponent long after a long series of stipulations and variables are scrutinized, orchestrated and mapped out by Team Mayweather. Only then will Floyd proceed to climb between the ropes and do a twelve-round, safety-first, tactical retreat-to-a-points-victory. The fans come at a distant last on Floyd's list of considerations. Here we have a champion who's a safety-at-all-cost tactition who specializes in the "**** the fans" style of securing victory - the perpetual stinking the opponent out ...ever the grand master of stinking a guy out: Floyd's stank out his whole career.
And after seeing all Floyd's fights, studying his style and opponent selection, I've come up with a name that suits him greatly: Floyd Mayweather, the "Champion Cherrypicker".
If the top cherrypicker in the sport could be awarded a championship, Floyd would have it. Or is it that he is always champion by way of his cherrypicking? Both merits would earn him that nickname. Because his career and his legacy are a sham. His personal life, a disgrace. And within his classless world view, he lines himself up with the only fan base he can manage: other angry and emotionally-immature black men like himself.
Floyd's self-promotion serves as a rallying cry to that demographic. But unlike other black superstar athletes like Michael Jordan, who relate to their fan base with class, character, and the spirit of achievement, Floyd rallies his with nothing but negativity and unrest with his anti-society drumbeat, that ultimately worsens race-relations in America.
His career and personal life, both shams. So we as fight fans get a continual dose of this savvy self-promoter that dupes us time and time again as he talks up yet another fight, legitimizing it enough to snare our pay-per-view dollars and laughing all the way to the bank. No wonder Larry Merchant went off on him.
In all the boxing and mma matches I've ever seen, never have I seen a victory as classless as Floyd's over Victor Ortiz. I never imagined a superstar athlete could reach to such disgraceful depths. Imagine my surprise.
I will end this with a word of advise to Manny Pacquiao.

Manny, they're doing wonderful things with modern psychology. People in droves are conquering and overcoming every phobia you could think of. Get a hypnotist or someone to get you past that stupid needle phobia that stands between you and a hundred million dollars. Might be something to think about.

 

They wasn't always cherrypicked. There was a time, way back when (about 2001) when floyd put himself in harms way. He fought JesusChavez, a little 5 foot five guy and, going into the 9th round, was TIED with him on Harolds scorecards. Floyd got his face swollen, and even got his eye cut by a punch.

Then Floyd fought Castillo, and everybody knows what happened. He struggled mightily that first Castillo fight, because he forgot to wear his little flying shoes, the one's with wings on them, and fought Castillo with quite some bravery. After being jolted by those two opponents, Floyd would basically never square up in the ring with another opponnent again. Not for any sustained duration, that is.