Las Vegas
Mayweather Writes to McGregor
Dear Conor, I’m quite comfortable writing you this letter because I know it’ll intimidate you and at the same time offer a generous warning about what’s going to happen when we enter the boxing ring in three weeks and all our insipid promotional talk won’t matter. You aren’t going to make this boy dance and…
Read MoreMayweather v. Pacquiao Prediction
There is hope, among the angry majority of fans who want Manny Pacquiao to win, that he’ll somehow be quicker and stronger and more precise than ever and force heretofore unflappable Floyd Mayweather into a brawl and punish the bejeweled king they’ve long wanted to see dethroned. Don’t wager heavily on that sequence. Floyd is…
Read MoreMayweather Invests in Himself
You might’ve been discouraged by eight to one odds favoring me to again beat Marcos Maidana but don’t worry, I’m going to teach you about prudent investing. Look at it this way. If you bet a thousand bucks on me you’ll earn about a hundred twenty. That’s twelve percent and damn good for a very-short-term…
Read MoreFloyd Mayweather in Hot Tub
“Ladies, it’s a whole lot better being in this fancy hot tub in my Las Vegas mansion than in a sweaty arena, isn’t it?” “Yeees,” gushed all but one. “You should be there,” said a lovely young woman. “You need to prepare to fight the winner, who’s going to be Manny Pacquiao.” “Who’re you?” “I’m…
Read MoreLas Vegas Hell Motel
Fritz and Ida go to bed early, arise refreshed, eat good breakfast, and then grit teeth before driving east to enter Mojave Desert where dry death and hot existence always depress, but they can’t afford flight to Las Vegas for NBA summer league. Thankfully, they’ve reserved good motel, for three nights at fifty bucks per,…
Read MoreClippers Carve Kings during Thanksgiving Feast
On Thanksgiving night I made my first visit to Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles since New Year’s Day when the defending-champion Lakers hosted an aroused and hot-shooting group of young Sacramento Kings who would’ve prevailed if Kobe Bryant, with customary flair, hadn’t swished a three-point jumper a millisecond before the final horn. The capacity…
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