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On occasion, the followers of boxing can find themselves mired in the dissatisfaction associated with the incessant nonsense between rival fighters, networks, promoters and the like.
Life can hand one less than their fare share of deserved accolades. However, when such accomplishments are earned through muscle and sheer grit, the public can conveniently forget the journey taken to reach the proverbial mountain's peak.
The crowds swell, the anticipation builds and the walk to the octagon begins. The walk itself is sponsored by whomever, as is the final "checkpoint" into which the fighters pose prior to stepping inside the cage.
Enough already. The headache-inducing, pass me the Excedrin before I ask for a pistol instead annoyance that is the Floyd Mayweather Jr versus Manny Pacquiao soap opera has reached the pinnacle of agony.
Quite often, it is in the stubborn nature of many of us, most notably males, to move forward without regard to the instruction manual which accompanied our latest project. The desire to push ahead and pay no mind to the rules of the house is seemingly hardwired in many of us.
The fervor is building. The anticipation is rising for many and even grueling for some others. One thing is certain. Top Rank has without question produced a solid evening of boxing which should prove to be entertaining from top to bottom.