I knew well in advance that I'd come out of the Winky Wright/Bernard Hopkins fight frustrated, confuse, and unfulfilled like Katie Holmes' first romantic encounter with Tom Cruise. Truthfully I can't even bring myself to write up my thoughts on the fight, besides, I feel as if I've already inundated you with boxing coverage. So if you want to know why I was so bitter I'll direct you over to Michael David Smith (to whom I'm now indebted for lot of fictional money). [ FanHouse]