For those of you missed it, Mayweather utterly dominated his smaller opponent, Juan Marquez, over 12 rounds on Saturday night. So the elephant in the room was Mayweather's selection of a smaller fighter, and his refusal to drop to Marquez's weight for the fight.

Floyd Mayweather is a simple man: he just wanted to thank his sponsors and enjoy the victory. But Kellerman had to pop his neatly groomed head into the ring to antagonize poor Floyd: "Why don't you pick on someone your own size, like Shane Mosley?"

Mosley happened to be standing 2 feet away. He grabbed the mic and demanded Mayweather accept his challenge to "get it on."

The potential confrontation between Mosley and Mayweather appeared to be the minor spark boxing needed after an uneventful, grossly over hyped fight.

But when Mayweather tried to respond—in what surely would have been a dangerously entertaining, buzz-producing fashion—Kellerman tore the mic away in a panicked frenzy. Mayweather, now agitated, ripped into Kellerman: "Let me talk — you do too much talking." But Kellerman, turning white with fear, cut off Mayweather's rant, ending the interview before it could devolve into something actually worth watching.

Afterward, Kellerman was kind enough to forgive Mayweather for "his behavior."

I just want to address Floyd's behavior. It seems to me that in certain ways he can't get out of his own way. I'm friendlier in my disposition to Floyd than most in the media because I enjoy pure boxers and he's an all-time great pure boxer. And yet he seems to feel persecuted by even me, who really enjoys his craft.

Boxing, meet your savior, Max Kellerman. And people wonder why pro wrestling draws better ratings.

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Max Kellerman's Rap Video:

The hip-hop duo of "Sam & Max" was once a part of Ruffhouse/Columbia record label. Ruffhouse, as those of you in the 610/215 may know, was once headquartered in Conshohocken. (I actually interned there one summer and did many exciting things: I stood in a parking lot spot for 20 minutes to hold it for Spearhead, dropped off laundry for Dishwalla, bought 40 cans of Redi-Whip for Ugly Kid Joe and, most memorably, smoked a blunt with DJ Muggs from Cypress Hill and lost my mind. College ruled.)

Anyway, back to Max. His rhyme skills are you know, pretty much what you'd expect from a a guy who looks like he's got a very expensive beard trimmer and an expansive collection of gold chain-over-turtleneck wardrobe combinations. One of Max's memorable rhymes:

• "Hit your man with a hook, don't jab it/I'll beat you with my left hand, just like Jim Abbott"

That's a good one. Let's think of some better, more patently offensive rhyme boasts featuring athletes. Here are mine:

• "Get you in the backseat of my pimped out Plymouth Reliant/I'll blast it on your face, just like my boy Kobe Bryant"

• " I'll roundhouse right ya, knock off your stupid lid /Make your head blow up, the size of TJ Kidd's"

• " I'll crap on your face, a big, brown deuce-ski/ it'll make you have a massive stroke, just like Tedy Bruschi"

Max Kellerman Was a Rapper? Unfortunately, Yes. [FanIQ]