Hatton v Mayweather........or at least the part i saw.....

Unless you live in a cave, im sure by now you seen the highlights of the now infamous beat down of Mr. Ricky Hatton. When I saw the highlights last night @ 972 (which by the way was extremely wack ), all I could do was think about how crazy the crowd at winghouse went , when "Pretty Boy" Floyd unleashed that deadly left hook that made Ricky Hatton look like a drunken fool....see it for urself..........



Anyway, my biggest problem with this clip is that this is actually the first time that ive seen this!!! Before I get into that, let me back up and start from the beginning.

I guess Golden Boy Promotions is on top of their game, because this fight was all I could think about all week. I actually contemplated ordering the ppv just to see if the "Great White Hope", could pull off the upset. Given the nights events, I probably should have done this. With most ppv boxing matches, you usually have to endure almost 3 hours of an always underachieving under card. Its inevitable, you just have to sit through it. Especially if you are trying to watch it at the local sports bar, which was the case for me and my boys on Saturday night. The Mayweather fight wasn't supposed to start until about 10 or so, so we figured it would be a good idea to get there around 7, to hopefully avoid the rush. We should have got there sooner. This place was at capacity @ 7:30. I couldn't even park at the restaurant. I had to park across the street at a nearby Sam's Club. There was a list a mile long to get the next available table & you couldn't even get inside the restaurant unless you had a table. FUCK!!! I was so pissed. I couldn't believe that we might have to watch the fight outside like a bunch of homeless bums. Luckily one of my buddies was able to sweet talk a hostess and BOOM.....we are inside. We had to share a table with some random old people but anything was better than watching it outside. I guess I should mention that we were at Winghouse. Ive never been to this place but it was pretty nice. Its like the black hooters. Ass everywhere and the wings were good too. Anyways, after a plate of wings & 2 & half hours of a terrible under card, it was finally time for the Mayweather fight. The atmosphere inside the Winghouse was great. Each fighter had his own cheering section and they each lived and died with every punch. In the first couple rounds, Hatton was the aggressor. He was pretty much throwing Mayweather around the ring like a rag doll. Strangely enough, Mayweather never looked hurt. It was almost as if he [Mayweather], was weathering the storm and waiting for the right time to strike. He eventually did, but I would never get a chance to see it.

You see, around the 4th or 5th round, the restaurant manager made an announcement that someone was getting towed. I'm not sure why I jumped up, but something told me to check my truck and make sure that it wasn't me. My friend , also worried about his car, decided to follow me. After making our way through mass of humanity outside the wing house, I was relieved to find that my "Black Beauty" was safe and sound. My relief quickly turned into panic as I saw that my friends car wasn't so lucky. My friend made a dead sprint towards the tow truck, where he pleaded with the driver to release his car. "Man, don't take my car. Please don't take my car." This guy was a straight up bitch. "Get the fuck away from my truck. Its gonna cost you a 100 bucks to get it back." I couldn't believe my eyes. Its been my experience that if you come outside before they`ve taken your car, you can usually talk the driver out of towing it. This prick wasn't budging. It was at this point that my friend attempted to open the drivers passenger side door. "Get the fuck away from my truck!" And with that, he sped off with my friends crossfire, driving wildly, & hitting speed bumps without slowing down. My boy was pissed!!! We tried to cut the driver off before he got to the street, but he just stepped on the gas and was gone. We saw another tow truck in the distance and ran towards him to get info on where we could pick up my friends car. My friend was so pissed, i thought he was gonna "Ricky Hatton" this dude who had nothing to do with the situation. We got the information and sped off to get my friends car. The whole time we were in the car my friend is screaming expletives. "Im gonna fuck this guy up if i see his bitch ass". In my mind, I was trying to think if i had enough money in my account to bail this guy out of jail ;because i was sure he was gonna commit a felony if we saw this guy again. We finally get to the pound and guess what: We see the guy that took my friends car. AWW SHIT!! My boy screamed " You fuckin bastard!!!".........I revved the engine, and the chase was on! I don't know what got into me, but I had this huge rush of adrenaline . It didn't take long for me to come to my senses, because I asked myself, "What are we gonna do if we catch this guy?- I started slowing down. Then I asked myself, "What if he has a gun? - I turned my black ass around & went back to get my friends car out of the pound. I turned to my friend and suggested that we just get his car before something stupid happens. When we finally got the car back, we found that the tow truck driver had damaged the car. So instead of whopping his ass, maybe we can just get him fired.

Till next time.......