There's the warriors, the fighters, the boxers who just plod on... taking all comers, making exciting fights, keeping busy, talking with their fists and not their mouths. Take last night's fight, for instance. Cotto and Foreman are classy guys, as well as champion fighters. That's why people love them. They come to fight. The hell with the stories, with the publicity ploys, with the head games, etc.

And then............ there's Floyd. This fukking guy gets on my nerves every time a new story comes out. Hey, I never used to be a Floyd-hater. My intense dislike was reserved for class-less jerks, like the old Judah (I've softened my stance on him by now), James Toney, Prince Naseem, Macho Camacho, and a few others I can't think of right now.

But geeez... what a tiring and exhausting prima donna. He dangles fans at the end of his string, plays the public like a yo-yo, and is always calculating with who he fights and when. And what is most telling of all: UNLIKE the Cotto's and the Mosley's, his devoted fans have to be defending his image all the time. That alone should tell you something. Hey, he might very well be an ATG and a top p4p contender (in my mind, Manny is still # 1). But he becomes more and more of a liability to boxing each passing day. IMHO, of course.