Roy Jones is on the pipe
Roy Jones won a unanimous decision last night over the much-feared 175-pounder, Prince Something-or-Other, in a cut-rate pay-per-view bout that did approximately 17 buys. After the bout, he proclaimed that he is close to his finest form, and that in two or three months he will be all the way back, better than ever. He then said that he wants to fight either Joe Calzaghe or Bernard Hopkins.
To which I articulate the general response - are you fucking high?
Isn't this the same Roy Jones who went out like a MOTHERFUCKING BITCH in Jones/Tarver III? Who took a safety first, please-God-don't-hit-me approach in the defining fight of his career and still almost got knocked the fuck out?
Brutha has gone stone cold out of his mind, and it wasn't like he had a full drawer of knives to begin with. Perhaps you are unaware that Roy has now blamed his anemic showing in the third Tarver fight on the Freudian psychodrama that his father's presence in his corner caused in his mind. If so, just read some of this shit Roy put out there from one of the Prince Whatever press conferences:
"You want to know the truth? The whole truth? You might get mad at me for telling you the truth, but I'm going to tell you the truth. If I knock him out, who'll get the glory? Everybody would have given the glory to Roy Jones Sr. No glory would have gone to God nor myself. So would that have been right? If I won that fight any kind of way my father gets all the glory."
That right there belongs in the Excuses Hall of Fame. The "I lost to spite my greedy father" defense. Plus, note the fact that he's worried that God won't get any credit for the victory. Roy Jones Jr. - a knight in the army of the Lord.
Roy's career is not hard to figure. Rarely has a fighter with such otherworldy gifts finished his career with such a complete absence of public respect, and that's because in his later years he has been revealed as anything but a blood-and-guts type. Once so fast that no one could lay a glove on him, when he slowed down a little (because of the Ruiz weight gain, because of age, because that's what happens no matter who you are), the fans, his opponents, and most of all Roy Jones all discovered something about Roy Jones - he can't take a punch to save his life. What's more, he really, really, REALLY doesn't like to get hit.
Which is fine. I'm not that keen on it either. Then again, I'm not a prizefighter. So Roy, do us all a favor and stop being one yourself. And whatever you do, don't fight Joe Calzaghe. You thought Tarver was scary - this motherfucker will have you scampering around the ring like Bugs Bunny running away from Yosemite Sam.
To which I articulate the general response - are you fucking high?
Isn't this the same Roy Jones who went out like a MOTHERFUCKING BITCH in Jones/Tarver III? Who took a safety first, please-God-don't-hit-me approach in the defining fight of his career and still almost got knocked the fuck out?
Brutha has gone stone cold out of his mind, and it wasn't like he had a full drawer of knives to begin with. Perhaps you are unaware that Roy has now blamed his anemic showing in the third Tarver fight on the Freudian psychodrama that his father's presence in his corner caused in his mind. If so, just read some of this shit Roy put out there from one of the Prince Whatever press conferences:
"You want to know the truth? The whole truth? You might get mad at me for telling you the truth, but I'm going to tell you the truth. If I knock him out, who'll get the glory? Everybody would have given the glory to Roy Jones Sr. No glory would have gone to God nor myself. So would that have been right? If I won that fight any kind of way my father gets all the glory."
That right there belongs in the Excuses Hall of Fame. The "I lost to spite my greedy father" defense. Plus, note the fact that he's worried that God won't get any credit for the victory. Roy Jones Jr. - a knight in the army of the Lord.
Roy's career is not hard to figure. Rarely has a fighter with such otherworldy gifts finished his career with such a complete absence of public respect, and that's because in his later years he has been revealed as anything but a blood-and-guts type. Once so fast that no one could lay a glove on him, when he slowed down a little (because of the Ruiz weight gain, because of age, because that's what happens no matter who you are), the fans, his opponents, and most of all Roy Jones all discovered something about Roy Jones - he can't take a punch to save his life. What's more, he really, really, REALLY doesn't like to get hit.
Which is fine. I'm not that keen on it either. Then again, I'm not a prizefighter. So Roy, do us all a favor and stop being one yourself. And whatever you do, don't fight Joe Calzaghe. You thought Tarver was scary - this motherfucker will have you scampering around the ring like Bugs Bunny running away from Yosemite Sam.
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He was on the pipe even when he was good. Once I saw him rap his way into the ring with Method Man and Redman before a fight, proceed to torment his opponent, then blow out candles on his birthday cake after the bout.
yeah drew - I liked that Roy Jones. The speedskating knockout Roy Jones. This Roy Jones, man, this dude is sad.
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