Now that some, if not all, of the MJ hysteria has ebbed, I can just get back to a more workmanlike obituary. I do still need to revisit the Farrah one and add links. And I need to do a little housecleaning in general, going back and adding labels and what not. I guess of should apologize right away to the Mayor of Managua for being so matter of fact during this somber time. In fact, I bet if I were Nicaraguan, I wouldn't be so phlegmatic about the whole thing. So, let me get down to my side of the story and maybe I can make things right, again.
I really wish the major networks would carry boxing again. When I grew up, boxing seemed to be a bigger part of the entertainment equation. Who can forget Hearns, Hagler, Leonard, Duran,...even Ray BOOM BOOM Mancini who quite literally killed the Korean southpaw Duk Koo Kim on CBS Sports Spectacular. I was a huge Mancini fan, and that bout was a bittersweet return to form after his crushing defeat to, you guessed it... Alexis Arguello. I didn't like Arguello, or really any non-American fighter or team. I feel like the world was different then, and perhaps we all were a bit more patriotic.
So, here's this guy, Arguello who was #1) a foreigner and #2) the champ. And those two tings didn't sit well with me. Which is why I rooted hard against Arguello in his "Battle of Champions" against Aaron Pryor. The fight was on HBO and was a certified classic. I was so happy that Pryor won, mostly because of my extreme dislike of Arguello, which is unfortunate in retrospect, because it turns out that Alexis was apparently a helluva a guy. So much so that he was elected Mayor of Managua. But, by many accounts, he was a better boxer than a mayor.
And while we're talking about Sandinistas, I just can't stop thinking about the under-appreciated Clash triple album.
So, what is with all the suicides?
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