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 investment.

Yeah, but the principal isn’t guaranteed like a U.S. Treasury bond, you may say.

Don’t be square. All achievers must take risks. But the best ones, like Warren Buffet and me, don’t really take chances. We buy parts of great companies. And I’m buying a slice of Floyd Mayweather, Inc. for next Saturday night. You should too. Be insightful. You know I wouldn’t take any fight I wasn’t sure I’d win. Fighting the most dangerous opponents is for brain-damaged guys like Sugar Ray Robinson and Muhammad Ali. Floyd Mayweather will be enunciating clearly at age ninety.

Marcos Maidana certainly won’t threaten my health. I’ve already figured him out. If you’ve seen our first fight, you already know that. He had modest success early, rabbit punching, hitting low, and throwing wild stuff that, whether it landed or not, excited some fans as I spent too much time on the ropes. I didn’t stay, though. You know Money’s the finest ever at improvising during battle. The second half of the fight I moved more, used the center of the ring, landed plenty of sweet right crosses and left jabs, and made Maidana look like he was swinging at a ghost.

Trust me, our next fight will be a continuation of the second half of the original. Maidana won’t fall but he’ll lose by enough that no judge will call this fight even, as one shortsighted guy did last time. Don’t worry about your thousand bucks. Bet it, knowing it’s a slice of Money almost federally insured, and after enjoying my artistry you’ll collect and so will I. First, though, I’ve got to decide how many hundred grand I’m investing.