Sure thing, here’s the reimagined article with a human touch:
You ever just find yourself in Times Square on a Friday and think, "What the heck am I doing here?" Yeah, that’s how last week felt in boxing. But first, let’s talk about Canelo. Oh, Canelo.
Weak (Cinnamon) Tea
Right. So, there’s this fight, and it’s Canelo vs. Scull. Canelo was just jogging around, while Scull was, well, doing a marathon! Maybe he was hoping someone would just stop him and say, "Hey man, this isn’t the Boston Marathon, stop running!" Anyway, the blame game — Canelo gets most of it ’cause, let’s face it, he can pretty much decide anything at this point. It’s like he woke up and thought, "Hmm, soft-touch fight today? I’ll take two!" But seriously, if he doesn’t get his mojo back soon, Bud’s going to flatten him like a pancake.
Friday Night Snoozers
Ah, Times Square… with a boxing twist. Felt more like an off-Broadway nap fest. Rolly Romero? Got some love, but I’m scratching my head wondering why. The whole card was like watching paint dry. Why? I dunno, maybe they inhaled too much NYC smog.
Okay, Haney didn’t shine, it was like he was constantly looking over his shoulder for ghosts of fights past. And Garcia, sometimes you have to wonder if he’s daydreaming about something completely different. Like tacos. Or was it just Romero’s defense? Somehow, I got sidetracked thinking about tacos. Can’t blame me.
Canelo again? Honestly, dude seemed like he couldn’t care less. Just floating through, maybe daydreaming about a vacation. Somewhere warm. Oh well.
Dissing Inoue?
Now, onto Inoue. People are calling him overrated?! Come on. The guy gets knocked down, then picks himself up and delivers a stellar performance. I guess fans forget so fast. Social media, man. It’s this giant megaphone for gripes. Reminds me of the time my uncle grumbled about Ali missing a punch. Seriously, it doesn’t matter; it’s just people being people.
So, why am I telling you all this? Beats me. Maybe it’s ’cause boxing’s supposed to be fun. Maybe these fighters will realize it, too. Send me your thoughts or hate mail or whatever at [email protected]. Let’s keep talking. Or not. Up to you.
