Boxing stumblentator Larry Merchant took to the ring after Floyd Mayweather got headbutted, dropped the headbuttist with two quick blasts of questionable fury and broiled in the stew of booing judgement. There was no question that something magical was about to occur.
How could we have known just how magical that moment would be? That Floyd would call him out as the type that doesn't no shit about the sport he "covers." That Merchant would respond in kind, with the type of statement uttered in times of palsic fury. And that he would do so after connecting with the camera in ways before unseen.