So, I was watching this boxing match, and wow, did Jaron ‘Boots’ Ennis just go all-out against Eimantas Stanionis! Seriously, it was like watching a lion play with its food before going in for the kill. You know what I mean? Ennis took him out in the sixth round, and it really left me—what’s the word?—staggered. Right there at the Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, all world-stage and all. I mean, Ennis made a statement with a capital S.
But here’s the kicker – and oh boy, it’s gotta sting a little, right? Even after his stellar performance, folks are saying Ennis might not get those juicy unification bouts he’s been eying. Paulie Malignaggi, that commentator, he’s got doubts bigger than my morning coffee (and that’s saying something). He’s chatting about how promoters, you know, those behind Norman Jr. and Mario Barrios, might not be jumping on the “Let’s fight Ennis” wagon. Makes you wonder if they’re seeing Ennis as the boogeyman of the boxing world or something. Like, they probably don’t want their guys anywhere near him unless there’s a mountain of cash involved.
Now, I’m no promoter expert, but if I was, I’d maybe get how they’d be trying to protect their prize ponies. Anyway, Paulie was spilling beans about this whole scenario and suggested maybe Ennis should just climb up a division to 154. Shrug. It makes sense, you know? Less waiting around, more action. Unless some rich Saudi steps in with his golden wand—because apparently, that’s what it would take.
Oh, and about Norman Jr. – he’s got some punch to him, that’s for sure. The kid can hit harder than 2020 hit all of us. Problem is, Ennis might still outbox him. Like, we saw what happened with Stanionis, right? But then again, what do I know? I’m just here on my couch, throwing popcorn at my TV.
Some part of me thinks maybe Ennis should eyeball that Mario Barrios. Paulie hinted it’d be more like an easy pick-off. If the universe had any sense of humor, they’d line them up like ducks. Poor Ennis had to wait for the big boys like Terence Crawford and Errol Spence to clear out. Now he’s picking apart the rest—well, except if everyone keeps playing it safe.
Admittedly, I’m here, tangled up in thoughts. Maybe none of this makes sense. But hey, that’s boxing. One minute it’s a knockout, and the next, we’re tangled in the ropes of the ‘what-ifs’. Anyway—where was I going with this? Who knows! But my popcorn’s all gone, and that’s as good a sign as any to wrap it up, I guess.
