And in this corner....Potato Face Vargas!

I just got done watching the Vargas/Mosley fight on HBO. This fight was not live, by the way. It happened last weekend. Boxing decided long ago, that in order to attract viewers to a largely attraction-free sport, that they should charge $50 a pop to see any fight that is even vaguely interesting. Don't get me wrong. I love boxing. I'll watch two white guys boxing on MSG in the middle of the night. But I am not going to give up gas and beer money for a week to see a fight. Not gonna happen. Here in the Buffalo area, we had Baby Joe Mesi rise up from the rank and file recently, and it looked as if he might actually get a chance to fight for the title. Until his brain started bleeding, and that just doesn't sound like a good thing. Yet, Baby Joe still wants to fight. He's willing to drag his bleeding brain into the ring and take on some guy who's only goal in life is to make Joe's brain bleed even more. He is actually taking legal action so he can have a chance to jump over the ropes so Jim Lampley can have a chance to say something like, "Oh man, Joe is taking a lot of shots out there, and his brain is losing a massive amount of blood right now." I have a number of questions about brain bleeds. First on the list would be, "Where does the blood go?" Does it pool up in your ears or shoot out your nose or something? My brother in law is a doctor, and next time I see him, I'll ask and let you know because I know this is a burning unanswered question. But anyway, back to the Vargas/Mosley thing. Fairly early in the fight, Mosley caught Vargas with a vicious right to the head and Vargas' eye starts swelling up real good. And I mean real good. So, Mosley makes it his goal in life to keep hitting his opponent in his bad eye, again and again and again, until finally Vargas' eye and half of the side of his head are swollen to roughly the size of a small pumpkin. By the 10th round, it looks like some sick bastard plastic surgeon has implanted a large baked potato just under the skin on the left side of Vargas' face. So, Mosley smacks the potato again, and the ref wisely calls the fight. And Vargas is pissed. Lampley sends the old and nearly incomprehensible Larry Merchant into the ring to interview Mr. Vargas, and Vargas can't believe the ref has called the fight so quickly. These guys are a whole different breed of human, if they are truly human at all. I don't know about you, but I have devoted my life to the pursuit of preventing my brain from bleeding and to making sure parts of my face don't make someone want to slather sour cream on them. Maybe that's just me.