Aerial Telly ascends to boxing divinity as a piss drenched Marquez howls like a mortally wounded animal at the stars

Valueless hippy therapy can't save Mexican from humbling beatdown

Is it possible to have called the fight any more accurately? Was the outcome ever in doubt once Aerial Telly posted hispreview? Can this beast be stopped? Why does he continue to show such insane compassion by sharing his knowledge with his idiot betting-illiterate readers? Did the stench of stale piss emanating from Marquez's mouth cause Mayweather more discomfort than his actual punches? The answers are: no, no, because he is a compassionate benefactor, value driven individual and all-round stand up guy, and in all likelihood yes.  Because when Floyd Mayweather and Juan Manuel Marquez ran through Aerial Telly's prediction to the letter on Saturday night it demonstrated the kind of foreknowledge that would get you burned at the stake in earlier times. This is the stratospheric level of insight, knowledge, wisdom and understanding that he operates on.  You simply cannot conceive of how good it is to be him.

"Motherfuckers who doubt Aerial Telly end up face first in a landfill, trousers removed, traffic cone inserted into their colon, shivering, angry and confused in a universe that doesn't care."

Only the likes of Mayweather can truly understand.  Because from the opening bell he was up in that mother loving ass like it owed him money.  The 21 month layoff meant nothing as he took one of the best boxers of recent times to school for 12 lopsided rounds, planting him on the canvas in the second.  His defence wassupernaturally good and, while Marquez was game, he never got close to hurting his opponent.  He should be grateful that Mayweather is instinctively cautious.  A far worse beating was easily within his reach.

And a fight with the winner of Cotto v Pacquiao now seems inevitable.  He'll win that one too and, depending on the prices, Aerial Telly will advise on the right time to strike there.  This weekend was just a further reminder of not to play with him under ANY circumstances. 

Watching the sport of boxing, participating in it, betting on it eventually leads you to one immutable truth. Motherfuckers who doubt Aerial Telly end up face first in a landfill, trousers removed, traffic cone inserted into their colon, shivering, angry and confused in a universe that doesn't care.

  

Imagined: Sunday, September 20, 2009