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| "I'm just marchin' down the field bruh!" |
Well playas…Floyd “Money” Mayweather had repeat customers that boasted about his project or service that brought friends with them on Saturday night! Whether a boy showed up in Vegas or bought the pay-per-view joint, they were locked in. Now the Pacquiao fans will say that boyz tuned in to see him and not Mayweather. Either way pimpin’, Floyd was the promoter! It was his project not Pacman’s playa! Money took care of business out of the ring, then got into the joint, went to work winnin’ the unanimous decision, makin’ all of the bread and bouncin’.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! As soon as the fight was over duns were hollerin’ all over social media that it was a terrible fight. I even saw a cat on Twitter make the crazy statement that they only fought for the money! Hold on a second playa, why else do you go to work? Floyd told a boy in the pre-fight interview on Showtime/HBO (both networks had the fight because of the fighters respective contracts) that it was work!! He went to work like everybody else in America does. He simply put in that 3rd shift like a boy does in the steel mill or factory etc. or the 9 to 5 like the duns that work days. He went in, punched the clock literally and went to the crib.
The only difference was that he was the promoter and the dun doin’ the work. The fight made more than $74 million at the door, the pay-per-view buys were expected to break the previous record of $150 million set by other Mayweather fights at $100 a pop. In all, the fight is expected to generate $400 million! Floyd is lookin’ to walk away with $180 million and Pacquiao looks to pocket $120 million! Who was the dun sayin’ that they fought for the money? You darn right they fought for the money! And that’s the edited version!
But what cats don’t know is boxin’! All of these young cats have been watchin’ this foolishness known as MMA and now they’re twisted. Boxin’ is a sport of rules. It’s not a freakin’ street fight where you can kick, punch, wrestle a boy down and darn near kill him to win the joint. Naw playa, it’s about punchin’ and punchin’ only to score points. Floyd is the best in the business at doin’ that.
He simply played defense and for all of you simple minded individuals that means that he kept that dun off of him and limited his punches. While limitin’ Pacman’s punches he threw punches that landed. If this were football, he methodically marched down the field all night and kept the hot shot quarterback with the prolific offense on the sideline. You can win if you can’t score!
It’s all about scorin’ bruh not about knockin’ a boy out. If you knock him out that’s cool but scorin’ points wins the game just like in every other “real” sport. You don’t have to score on an 80 yard bomb every time you’re on the field in football. Methodically marchin’ down the field and scorin’ gives you the same freakin’ touchdown as the 80 yard bomb. The dunk is still worth 2 points in basketball!
You don't say that Tim Duncan was terrible when he goes out and gets a boy 27 points, 11 rebounds and 5 blocks because he didn't get a dunk, start screamin' and pullin' his freakin' shirt out of his pants. He's the best power forward to ever play the game but he's borin' as hell to watch. But he's won 4 championships simply by understandin' the rules.
So when cats saw Pacquiao swingin’ like crazy and all he was doin’ was hittin’ Money’s arms he wasn’t scorin’ points. Then when he was finished swingin’ like a maniac Floyd would punch him in the head. Points bruh! Points!
Now here’s my young cat that grew up in the suburbs upset that I said that his beloved MMA wasn’t a sport. “Jay you sound crazy sayin’ that MMA isn’t a sport! Where are you from? Everybody loves UFC and they’re great athletes!” Listen up bruh! MMA is nothin’ more than a ghetto street fight. If you had grown up in the ghetto you would know that. That’s why when you show up to a MMA event or even go to the sports bar to watch it the audience is 99.999 percent white cats or the few brothers that grew up in the suburbs or rural America. It’s brand new to them.
Anybody that grew up in the hood from 1980 and back has seen MMA their entire lives. It’s a freakin’ street fight with essentially no rules. Cats are boxin’, and then elbowin’ a boy in the throat, body slammin’ a cat, kickin’ a boy in the package and twistin’ his arm until he says Uncle. That's like a boy shootin' hoop comin' down the floor with the rock and when the defense converges he picks the ball up and starts runnin' with it. Are we hoopin' or runnin' track? You can't be boxin' one minute and then kickin' a boy in the package the next. Are we boxin', doin' Karate or street fightin'?
So a freakin’ street fight is not a sport and boyz that grew up around that foolishness aren’t about to pay to see it. Sure, they’re great athletes because they train like crazy to do it. However, what they are doin’ is street fightin’ bruh! Not interested in goin’ down memory lane. I’ve seen boyz beaten like that in the restroom at school. Nothin’ knew or excitin' about it.
Boxin’ has rules and boyz wanna see a fight not a free-for-all! And last night Floyd put his skills on display and got his bread. You can’t hate on the fact that he didn’t knock ole boy out because it was never his intentions to. He stuck to the game plan and marched the freakin’ ball down the field and scored points! Stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
2) Pimpin’: noun - the person that I’m passionately tryin’ to get my point across to.
3) Bouncin’: verb – to leave in hood terms playa
4) Dun: noun – the person in question, dude, guy, etc.
5) Crib: noun – one’s home
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