It’s stupid enough when pro jocks are paid $25 million annually to play schoolyard games for six months. The effort exhausts them so much they must kneel or squat for the National Anthem. Now, the absolute peak of the inflated sports insanity will happen in Las Vegas.
On Saturday, August 26, at the T-Mobile Arena, for an hour or so, a 40-year-old pro boxing champ will dance around the ring with a 28-year-old grapple-and-kick, tattooed freak show. For all the hype, predictions are that Mayweather will take home over $100 million. The underdog, fighting his very first legit pro boxing match, will have to be satisfied with only $20 million or so.
With Pay-Per-View, product promotions and scads of between-round ads for snake oil medicine, the dance contest could generate as much as $500 million. Seats at the arena are going for $1,500 and up. Also, various upscale Vegas gambling joints are charging up to $10,000 to attend booze and eats parties to watch the phony event on super-sized video screens.
What kind of action can we expect in the ring? Considering the lack of any real boxing in the recent Mayweather-Pacquiao fiasco, this dance could be like experiencing one of history’s most famous Fred and Ginger routines.