|The World's Greatest Cat Called It A Night After The Sixth|
So yeah, people we disappointed in Nicholas Walters on Friday. After all, he gave up his super featherweight title, not by knockout or decision, but by not making weight. For a man a lot of people recently had a lot of faith in, Walters had a lot of making up to do.
Walter's opponent, Miguel Marriaga, was - like Walters - an undefeated puncher with a high knockout ratio. It looked like that, no matter what else had happened leading up to it, the match would be a sound, exciting one.
How wrong those of us were who claimed this was going to be an entertaining affair were. Man, what a dud. Walters dominated from soup to nuts. He was bigger, stronger and sharper. He also played it safe. That was understandable, I guess, but it made for a sluggish affair.
The fact that Walters came into the ring weighing about as much as a fight-ready Floyd Mayweather didn't hurt his performance, either. Something just rubbed me the wrong way about the whole thing - and I like Walters. Even now I do.
But the man has to come across as more of a pro from here on in.