I had no problem forking over the $50 for the Logan Paul and Floyd Mayweather exhibition fight in Miami Gardens.
While the two of them might not be the greatest fighters in the world, (although Mayweather may have been 15 years ago) they are in a very elite class as self-promoters and marketers.
Seriously, a pay-per-view doesn’t do nine figures in revenue if there isn’t some skilled promotion going on, and this matched an over-the-hill boxer who has never lost, against an internet celebrity who had never won. That’s salesmanship.
I actually thought the fight was moderately entertaining. I never felt Floyd was in danger or jeopardy of being humiliated, and aside from all the hugging and dancing there were bursts of excitement and Logan Paul represented himself well as a fighter.
I did have a major problem with one thing though. I didn’t buy the PPV to enjoy a boxing match. No, I made the purchase hoping, and expecting to see chaos. I wanted a South Florida train wreck, and all I got was an Amtrak commuter train peacefully out of Grand Central on time and heading to the Connecticut suburbs.
Where was Jake Paul sneaking into the ring and stealing Floyd’s alligator skin warmups?
What was up with the mutual admiration society between Paul and Mayweather after the fight?
Here’s one of Floyd’s quotes after the exhibition. “He’s better than I thought he was… I was surprised by him tonight. Good work. Good little guy.”
Paul was equally lame in his post-fight commentary. “I don’t want anyone to tell me anything is impossible ever again. The fact that I’m in here with one of the best boxers of all times proves the odds can be beat.”
Paul also called the fight the “best night of my life.”
That’s a problem for me, and I’m guessing millions of other people that don’t give a damn about his boxing ability. We bought this to support the madness we though would ensue before, during or after the fight.
My goal wasn’t to fork over $50 so Logan Paul could scratch something off his bucket list and Floyd could buy two more Rolls Royces.
I paid for a debacle. I expected a fiasco. I got a below average boxing exhibition instead.
America is not hitching their attention spans to support the budding mediocre boxing careers of a couple brothers from somewhere in Ohio.
If all you’re offering in the future is a celebrity boxing match, I’ve got a lot of other things I can be doing on a Sunday night that are much more entertaining.
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