Bernard Hopkins (left) and Winky Wright are no longer the fighters they used to be.
And I'm back. I was burned out like Tarik Glenn last week, but I have returned, refreshed and ready to wax unpoetically. Got some catching up to do.
Looking forward, those were two future Hall-of-Famers in the ring Saturday, but both of them were obviously past their primes. Hopefully, they'll see the writing on the wall and hang it up now rather than later. Of course, that's not gonna happen. Never does with boxers. The writing will have to jump off the wall and start yelling and screaming at them before they get the picture.
A year from now, we'll see Winky in the ring again, being outclassed by Jermain Taylor in an ill-advised rematch. We'll be shelling out another $49.95 (+fees/taxes) to watch B-Hop get pummeled by some young light heavyweight, as a despondent Lampley calls the action, everyone just hoping that the corner steps in before he ends up irrevocably damaged. And that still won't be enough. With boxers, you gotta bang the point home over and over and over again.
Now, on to the criminals:
I think it's good that dogfighting has been brought to light, now that it's been exposed maybe we can put an end to it. I've read some terrible things about it. Did you know that they starve the dogs to make them more aggressive, or that they kill the losers by hanging, electrocuting, and shooting them, among other methods? It's the highest form of animal cruelty.