All he saw were shadows | SCRIPT FIGHTING

I still have no idea what happened to Shane Mosley on Saturday night.

You could say that he was schooled by Floyd Mayweather, Jr., smacked upside the head by a brand of pugilism from another realm.

You could even say that it was Mayweather's special technique of shadowboxin', so fast and so sneaky that Mosley didn't know what hit him.


You could say that it was his age, that at age 38 with numerous wars behind him, that he could no longer hang physically with a younger, faster, more skilled man.

You could even say that he gave himself away prematurely by firing his best shots in the second round against Mayweather, that it was over once Pretty Boy Floyd survived and figured out how to stay suave.

However, even as someone who expected Mosley to be beaten decisively, I have a tough time comprehending why he lost this badly, as a broken man.

Shane Mosley had no chance of touching Floyd Mayweather, Jr. after the second round.

I'm familiar with Shane Mosley mostly by watching him fight in the latter stages of his career. Sometimes, Mosley looked his age; sometimes not. However, if there was a constant, it was that he always had the will to fight his physical, aggressive fight.

You could see this quality in the good fight he gave Miguel Cotto in a loss, the buzzer-beating knockout of Ricardo Mayorga, and the vicious smackdown of Antonio Margarito.

But what I saw during his fight against Floyd Mayweather was a man who had become a boxing novice in body and mind : After Mosley took one of Mayweather's lunging left hooks 47 seconds into the third round and a countering right cross seven seconds later, he visibly started losing composure, shaking his hands and legs excessively.

From that point on, Mosley's coordination and confidence deteriorated rapidly, the spark gone from his eyes and at times, seemingly on the verge of a mid-fight emotional breakdown. Thankfully for Mosley and those more used to his glory days, that moment never came.


Maybe Mosley was afraid of the stinging punches that hit him when he least expected them.

Maybe he was tired of chasing a ghost that he would never catch.

Or maybe he even saw his own mortality flash before his very eyes.

In the end, regardless of what, why and how, Shane Mosley saw nothing but shadows under the bright lights of the MGM Grand : the shadows of Floyd Mayweather, Jr.'s blindingly quick movements and the shadow of his former self.


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