shane mosley, christmas and peanut butter
it's just gone 12 pm and it's a Wednesday placing it thus 3 full days post the events of last saturday night's los angeles staple's centre fight, which for me came in on a sunday due time zone differences between the united states and china.
I'm writing now in recline, having exhausted myself in getting wiring assembled for upcoming recordings that i want to beam onto my private television station. yet again another wanna be beaming a message to the world from yet again another portal to appease the gratifications that society deems plausible and desirable in the modern world. we've long moved beyond slot car games, hornsby trains and projectors and in 2009 while cognizant of all that is technological around i'm just beginning to feel that it controls me, rather than the other way around.
then again we're all controlled almost from the day we're born; controlled by parents and those around us trying, slash attempting to have us acculturated into a society so we can become respecatable fine upstanding citizens.....screw all this shit and screw this introduction, since it even makes me wanna puke, and let's use that as the segue to where i want to get to.
damn damn and goddamn with whatever powders you can throw up your nose or whatever pill you can swallow in the club and whatever hemp you can snatch from a roadside freerange plant, damn again i say i'm still in shock and awe over the staple centre fight from the other night. it never should have happened, this was the result, well this was the fight that was gonna put me back in the picture in terms of picking winners in fights and after 4 bad losses and bum steers boy i needed a break. here was a no brainer, here was a dead cert, here was a given here was surest bet since ..well goddamn since who knows when and who cares to know when, since this was a fight that had only one outcome....or so i thought. two combatants one ascendant one presumably age wearied and on a slide, one with the ability to walk through punches and then deliver his own to lay hurt on his unsuspecting opponents, while the other slick and tough but all too exposed when the fighting instinct got the better of him. it was as i remarked a no brainer.
the week before i'd begun scouring reports and press conferences on the battle between margarito and mosley. unlike the chinese in the way they address foreigners...foreigners to them, they do have first names that link to their family names, thus anotonio and shane and you can be sure i was into with mayhem leading up to the event. darktrunk films, the spiritual home of forbidden city studios and the performer junkieland was now given over to darktrunk boxing a wing of the company that hadn't been used in a long time. justin tv was engaged and from within that portal at least 3 fight streaming chat rooms were heavily used by me to glean opinion and just rap with the guys out there who all shared a 'feeling of expectation' with the sat night (sun morning event). fuck new year, fuck christmas this was better than any of that shit and i was getting more and more restless as it got closer to the event...'three more sleeps, two more sleeps, one more sleep' and then 'yo man it's on, let's mills lane get it on, let me be the district attorney of my own mind and mosley and margarito get up, get out there and go to town baby......like i said this was my resurrection, there was no way the older mosley was gonna sustain the blows that would ultimately befall him in the course of the fight. with this thought in mind the day of the fight i was yet again another suicide bomber from the jihad ...man i was in heaven, this was paradise and i was being looked after in the afterlife with a great match and a clear result that i both knew were gonna come....
by now we all know the result and i went from 4 zip to 5 zip in selections. i haven't had to cook breakfast for 4 days now since alls i gotta do is just get up and lick the egg still on my face that has now got this feeling of 'permancy' about it. that's right the tijuana tornado antonio margarito not only lost to the older shane mosley but in the process was knocked out in the 9th. this was one of those..."i shook up the world" moments, this was ali beating liston, though let's get it right he was clay then, this was pearl harbor, this was 9 eleven and this was 'emptiness' in one's post fight moments. not only did mosley knock out margarito, but along the way completely dominated, completely outmuscled and completely out manouvered the heavily at 3:1 backed champ. oh, damn i could never have imagined the result going in this way, it did, and i've been in depression since that day.
let's go back to sunday morning my time and up at the usual time putting on all the switches to the outside world a regular routine of exercises followed by the ritual of boiling water, mixing up elixirs and burning the toast which would soon be topped with dollops of peanut butter and blackberry jam before sitting at 'central command' and beginning the search for streaming links to the fight. over the past year many of the big events from the states were coming into darktrunk in this way and i thought that today would unfold in the same fashion. i always had my fail safe which was china's central tv network's sporting channel cctv5, so if all went wrong i could flick on 'old schoo' and watch the fight piggy backed and overdubbed with chinese commentary. i'm at about 40^\% in getting what these guys talk about so i'm cool if have to, but to superimpose the rigid voices of chinese commentary over larry merchant and the hbo team just doesn't wash. if only i knew at this juncture what would happen in the following couple of hours i might have just taken it all on the pardon the pun chin and gone out to a local bar and sat and watched there...trouble is it's winter in beijing and i don't do winter on the outside so it was always going to be unlikely that i would be dragged out into the gun powder scented new year's eve downtown streets of the national capital......unfinished and unlikely to be finished at this stage given the horrendous post fight outcome and ultimate suspension of antonio margarito and his trainer for "wrapgate"