on the physics blog read winky wright will fight in snoqualmie december 4th. i've fought in snoqualmie before. with snowballs. what the blazes, man? 12-1-1 in the decade with your solitary loss to bernard hopkins, of all people, merits demotion to the fucking blue collar comedy tour? winky's fights, to those unfamiliar, have been likened by at least one handsome amateur boxing analyst to marijuana plants. there's clearly something potent in the offing, but it's painfully boring to watch it develop. should entertainment value always take precedent over competitive merit, though? i like watching porn and gallagher (almost) as much as the next guy, but that doesn't mean i can stand seeing a technician like absolutely jabulous winky wright bunk below bonnie rate on the slot machine supercircuit.
suuuuuuuure homie holes up in his guard like it's helm's deep, and for the most part only shoots paltry sorties with the rapier on his right arm, but he takes people apart. even the loss to bernard was tainted by the bhop headbutt that left a cut in wink's brow deeper than the ann jones tribues on god's son.
psa to all young black men with pugilistic aspirations: leave your tactical brain outside the ring. no matter how little you get hit, no matter how vicious your counter-punching, you will not achieve the status you deserve in the eyes of the public. as a black man, you do not have a built in market that buys a ton of pay per views (ed's note: obviously one exception). as a cautious, heady black man, you are the party pooper who keeps your fights from turning into slugfests. you're going to piss fans off. that's going to piss tv off. that's going to piss promoters off. you will have to be one of the absolute best to eek out ANYTHING in the industry. do yourself a favor, black man. throw a lot of punches like paul williams or be a complete idiot with gamma reactors in your gloves and and bluepill speed like roy jones.
don't go breakin my heart