This afternoon, with his Union Jack bandana wrapped around his face—most likely in homage to the highwaymen of Finchley Common of a bygone era—Chisora, 15-2 (9), decided to add a smack to the usual weigh-in shenanigans. It was a disgraceful act, albeit one that is now an accepted, indeed, desired, part of modern prizefighting, which more and more emulates the tomfoolery of professional wrestling. For stuttering vloggers, forum trolls, and third-rate bloggers, this kind of thing is a call for celebration, or, at the very least, some emoticons. Whatever one thinks of Klitschko, 43-2 (40), as a fighter—dull and mechanical, perhaps-he has been a credit to the sport for years. It is not his fault—nor that of his brother and co-champion, Wladimir—that this is the worst heavyweight crop since Mike Tyson came around in 1986 with a giant pooper scooper tucked into each glove. From The Cruelest Sport