Watch Tuesday’s open workout with Floyd Mayweather, beginning at 7 PM ET, 4 PM PT.
That is the notice on the home page to the stream of the Mayweather workout put together for media on Tuesday late afternoon at the Floyd gym in Vegas.
On screen, the chyron read “Mayweather Open Workout, Stay Tuned.”
So I did…I waited, and watched.
I saw media clustered around a ring, also waiting. And waiting…and waiting still more.
By 8:17 PM ET, I was watching, and chuckling, and thinking this was appropriate. Because, after all, we’d waited…and waited..and twiddled our thumbs, and waited patiently, and sometimes impatiently, for this bout to come together.
Mayweather, he knows how to prime that pump, I guess. He knows how to make ’em wait, and salivate.
You heard his dad saying, just earlier that day, how the son played it masterfully, making us all wait, and letting the scrap percolate, letting the stew simmer into a tastier melange than would have been ingested back in 2009, 2010, 2011…Man has a point; I wrote a little sidebar for ESPN Magazine two and a had years ago which speculated about how much revenue this thing would conjure if and when it came together. Maybe $250 million was my best guesstimation, after talking to a wide array of experts. And today, they’re talking more than a hundred million more than that. So, I guess making us wait was the right call. From a money standpoint. And that is the point here, we’ve all realized that, correct? That is the be all, end all talking point about this fight.
The gate that will be massive.
The purses that will be stupendous.
The jolt to the local economy which will be impressive.
The cost to watch on pay per view or closed circuit, which will be unparalleled.
Money matters, duh, the A plus side of the equation has told you that for a good long spell.
It’s why he does this…and points for honesty. At least he limits his proclamations that he does it for any other motivation to the occasional tongue-slip, right? He tells us he’s a businessman in boxing trunks, so yep, points for honesty.
But…I don’t know, all the money talk leaves me flat.
I don’t get the same buzz some of my media friends do when they post the latest newsflash about some new development about the speed of the Money-Manny money train, some record or another being broken about sponsors, or mouthpieces, or whatev.
Just doesn’t speak to what it is I like about the sport, to be honest.
I’m no commie, no matter what Kelsey McCarson says on Twitter, I like money, work for it, appreciate it, see the utility of it. But when it becomes a fixation, a focal point which becomes an overwhelming preoccupation, I guess I start losing an appreciation and start seeing it as a substance to become addicted to.
Money changes people, the adage goes, and I’ve heard that said, and joked to myself, I’d like to test that out on myself. See what it’s like to live the life of the one percent. Then maybe I’d be able to get inside the building to watch this one live! (Sad lol…)
Excuse this stream of consciousness…it all came about as I waited, and waited some more, for the open workout, which hadn’t kicked off an hour and a half after its set time. Well, they also say time is money, and that I agree with.
Because I’m signing off, and will let Twitter report what happens at this thing, and will post a release with quotes later…right now, I’m going to read Annabelle a bed-time story.
She’s 8 today…and to her, most definitely, it’s not money that matters.
She could care less about #MayweatherPacquiao and the masses of moolah which will be collected.
Wonder where she gets that from?