In the wake of the second Mayweather-Pacquaio collapse - and amid a serious spell of personal summer fatigue - I began wondering why do we love boxing?
There are so many elements of boxing that are truly repugnant, it's quite incredible. Fighters routinely risk their lives, before being even more routinely cheated out of their money by promoters. Sanctioning bodies extort vast sums of cash from wherever they can get their grubby hands on it, showing no respect to the men in the middle or to the ideal of boxing as a sport. Fans are too rarely treated to genuinely big fights, yet at the same time are forced to spend $50 a go to see clubfighters against overprotected 'name' guys. And then, when two once-in-a-generation fighters come along, they contrive together to spoil the buzz and wreck the fight.
However, while we all become disillusioned with the 'sport' (term applied loosely) once, twice, or thrice in a while, it remains - for the vast majority of us - our favourite pursuit outside of our daily strifes. Yet why is that? Why do we all remain committed to a sport that contrives to cheat its fans and its fighters on a daily basis?
Indeed - why do you love boxing?