Mayweather-Pacquiao payday a reminder of what might have been

“You a fight fan?” the owner of my laundromat asked as he leaned back against a washing machine, his arm awkwardly stretched back over the whirring of a spin cycle.

This was by far the friendliest he had been to me in almost three years of bothering him and his quaintly cramped establishment.

I rarely seemed to get him in a good mood unless he wanted to get my thoughts on the domestic disputes occupying Jerry Springer or whatever DNA parenting test was being worked out on The Maury Show.