He just won't stop. Jones rapping constantly tells me this is even more novelty than I previously expected. Now he can't even just sell himself as, "Hey, look, I'm Roy Jones Jr, the boxing legend." No, no -- he has to dip into the whole, "Remember when I rapped?" era of his life. Back when Roy Jones Jr was cock of the walk, the big kahuna, boxing's chief player, the man.

It was a simpler time. Most of you were probably on AOL, if on the internet at all. I wasn't even on the damn internet. Now look at me. Blogs. Podcasts. iTunes. Now I'm here with this version of Roy Jones Jr who's trying to fight some cat name of Denis Lebedev in the cruiserweight division. It's not right. I know Denis Lebedev. He's a bad dude. Roy Jones Jr hasn't been the slang of "bad" in years, but he has been the real definition of "bad" for a while now.

This is all just so disappointing. I mean, even when you know it's coming, it hurts you. Deep down in your soul.