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Dear Manny and Floyd

About 3 years ago, this letter couldn't have been feasible. Boxing was at somewhat of a low point in the spectrum of professional sports and competitive matchups were at a minimum. The heavyweights were dominated by few and the middleweights had just fallen off. The lighter divisions were fast-paced and had a lot of cutthroat matchups.

With that being said, today, boxing is back on the rise. There have been two years of heightened competition. The best boxers fought the best boxers instead of settling for undercard brawlers and no-namers. What's needed now more than ever is a top of the line fight, with the flair and fanfare of the mid 90's. Two of the best fighters in the game need to put up or shut up. I wonder who???



Manny, you destroyed Ricky. Better yet, you obliterated him. In the past two years, you've yet to concede a match. You put Erik Morales on the road to retirement, outclassed Barrera and put De La Hoya in the Pearly Gates Retirement center. It's about time you sealed the deal on your claim to being one of the best pound for pound fighters of your time.



Maybe you shouldn't have been claiming to be the best boxer of all time, considering how much trouble you had with Hatton before that 10th round. You also have some serious issues with the whole idea of retirement considering you've done it twice. Despite outclassing De La Hoya severely, you still haven't had that one fight that would cement you as one of the best out.

As you guys can clearly see, this is the time for you guys to fight. Fuck fighting Juan Manuel Marquez or retiring to go into politics. Boxing needs this, and both of your legacies need it. For boxing to return to the forefront of the sporting world, there can't be sub-par matches or bowing out because of purses or any of the bullshit logistics that holds the sport back. You two just need to brawl. Pick the best venue, the best promoters, trainers and refs, and have the fight of the decade; a fight for the ages. Or better yet, a fight to usher in a new age.