Roy Jones is done.

Holy crap, was that a terrible fight. Roy Jones got "knocked the fuck out", as my boy Brendan would say. Glen Johnson was just cruising along, beating Jones purely with workrate, not really killing him, then all of a sudden, bam, end of story. Jones also got himself a nice concussion from banging his head on the canvas, and as the HBO broadcast ended, still hadn't left the ring. Larry Merchant eulogized Jones' career as dourly as though his dog had died, and even during the fight, Merchant, Jim Lampley, and Emmanuel Steward(who HBO really should try to hire permanently) were just killing Jones for not even trying.

What a contrast to the Hopkins/De La Hoya match replay that proceeded it. Despite some reading to the contrary this week, De La Hoya is by no means finished unless he wants to be. Hopkins was winning the fight when it ended, but Oscar had been competitive and might well have been able to put something together late. The question, of course, is where does Oscar go now. Does he slink back to his old weight class and admit the experiment was a failure? Should he try to find someone else's ass to whip? Or should he just retire and continue to run his succesful promoting business? (Based on the ratings returns for The Next Great Ham'N'Egger, a career in reality TV is right out.)

At least Oscar has a future in the sport. Roy Jones is toast.

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How do you play a football game in a near-hurricane? I just saw some of the footage of the Miami/Pittsburgh NFL game, and all I can say is ouch. In the first half, it looked like the opening of The Last Boy Scout, except Billy Blanks wasn't running down the field and blowing his head off in the end zone. And yet, 30,000 insane Fish fans still showed up to see their team lose to the Steelers.

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And all you whining Red Sox fans after last weekend's two losses to the Yanks, well, you got 'em back, so there.