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The Breakdown: Lookin’ stupid

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Sports editor Bryce Evans

When it comes down to it, I’m really in the business of making myself appear smarter than I really am. As a sports columnist, I’m tasked with coming up with unique and insightful positions on topics that are – or should be – important to fans of athletic endeavors.

Sometimes, though, I come off like an idiot.

At times, it’s my own fault. I may make a rash judgment on something that hasn’t totally played out yet. Or I may have inadequately expressed my point of view, leaving a story – and myself – open to the ever-flowing stream of profanity-laden jabs at my writing, character, education and overall level of intelligence. Those usually arrive in the form of e-mails or voicemails left at extreme hours of the day. You know, the forms of communication that give the ultimate freedom of being insulting and demeaning without any actual confrontation involved.

It’s fun, and really, you could say I have it coming – sometimes.

On the flipside of all of this, I can look like a moron at absolutely no fault of my own. These are the times that really urk me, because, really, I can’t do anything about it.

For instance, on Wednesday, I wrote a column about how the NCAA actually made a good judgment call on rescinding Ole Miss’s delinquent QB Jeremiah Masoli’s request for a waiver to play in 2010 – not even a full two-months after being booted out of Oregon for a pair of arrests.

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Friday, the NCAA quacked, giving Masoli his eligibility on appeal.

Now, I – by no fault of my own – look ridiculous. And my column has less shelf life than a burrito from Taco Bell.

Anyway, it’s not that I’m bitter or anything. Wait, that’s actually exactly what I am, but more so at the decision, not me looking like a fool.

Although, there are a lot of dumb things that continue to happen in sports. From Ben Roethlisberger getting his ban reduced Friday to 4 games to Ilya Kovalchuk’s 15-year contract with the New Jersey Devils to the simple existence of Manny Ramirez, there are some things that just boggle the mind.

Another would be Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s persistent push to make the already irrelevant sport of boxing hated by even more people.

In case you didn’t hear about it, Mayweather – who is to putting his foot in his mouth what Albert Haynesworth is to putting cheeseburgers in his – uploaded a video online that showed him sitting in his home, entourage prowling the background, and ripping into Manny Pacquiao, the recently elected congressman from the Philippines, who is pretty much the last viable opponent for Mayweather to close out his career against.

Mayweather’s video – which in both filming quality and bizarreness can only be compared to Stephon Marbury’s petroleum-jelly-eating rant a year ago – consisted of racist and homophobic insults slung at Pac-Man. He also accused Pacquiao, who hasn’t lost a fight since 2005, of taking steroids.

Now, I know that in boxing, fighters often shoot their mouths off to promote a fight, but that wasn’t the case here. The two aren’t fighting – at least not in a ring.

Negotiations for this super fight broke down months ago, and Mayweather’s camp is denying that a second-round of talking even took place.

All of this comes after Pacquiao – promoting his November fight with Antonio Margarito – said he’d agreed to every request from Mayweather to make their bout happen, and it was essentially Mayweather’s fault it didn’t.

Anyway, the amazing thing here is that with a chance to make boxing seem relevant again and to make the sport seem like its worth watching, Mayweather somehow has decided, instead, to demonstrate why the sport isn’t even worth the time it takes to watch, let alone the bucks it costs on Pay-Per-View.

And egos, profanity and self-promotion are just the minor parts of it.

For a sport to make the jump to – or back to – mainstream status, there needs to be dynamic athletes, there needs to be someone to root for.

Mayweather, arguably the best pound-for-pound fighter in the world if not ever, is far from that.

And the things he does outside the ring can’t be defended. They are what they are: stupid.