Fish burrito, with some of the new (to me?) hot sauces and a big Mexican-made Coke. Glen Johnson came up short on the scorecards, but made him and Carl Froch look like real fighters and true champions, and sometimes that's more than a boxing fan can ask for. Speaking of which, I missed the epilogue episode of FIGHTCAMP360 covering the fight & denumont (sp I know; tired) of the Pacquiao-Mosley slow-dance, which I hope to catch online sometime. I also missed (but not missed-missed) the replay of the fight itself, which only makes me wonder how the ratings changed from airing that stinking old fish to the sizzle of Froch-Johnson. Froch moves on to face Andre Ward this Fall, a fight that sounds more and more exciting the more I consider it. (Deeply sick of boxing journalists drooling over Froch's girlfriend, however. Once is sorta amusing, twice is creepy, three is exploitative, etc. They're somewhere in the hundreds by now.)
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