When it comes to boxing, I’ve lowered my expectations

Growing up in the 80’s there always seemed like there was a great boxing match every couple of months.  Hagler, Holmes, Tyson, Duran, Leonard, Pryor, Hearns, Spinks…there was honest to goodness star power back then.

Now that the underwhelming Mayweather-Mosley fight has come and gone, boxing is back to offering us the equivalent of a Golden Corral buffet ten minutes before closing time.  Man, the sweet science sure ain’t what it used to be.

The fight we all want to see, Pacquiao vs. Mayweather, may or may not even happen.  And don’t get me started on the heavyweights.  Stiffs like Chris Arreola are passed off as legitimate contenders while the current best fighters in the divison, Vitali and Wladimir Klitschko, are both as workmanlike and mechanical as a tennis ball launcher.

I’m through waiting around for the next Marvelous Marvin Hagler.  Hell, at this point, I’d settle for a marginal contender who throws around homophobic slurs and may or may not be addicted to crack.  Yeah, I’d take a new Mitch “Blood” Green:

To his credit, Blood Green did take Tyson the distance back when that actually meant something.  But is it just me or is the ref being awful lenient about letting Green hold Iron Mike by the back of the head?: