I can read your mind. Ready? O.K., clear your thoughts. Oh yes, oh yes, I’m getting something… you hate Floyd Mayweather.
I’ll be honest, I can’t actually read your mind, but I’m feeling pretty good about my guess. To know Floyd Mayweather is to hate Floyd Mayweather. He’s egotistical, dismissive, materialistic, a wannabe gangster, a loudmouth punk who talks smack that he has no intention of backing up, a man who was convicted of beating the mother of his children over an iPhone and then asked to be allowed to serve his sentence from home because he didn’t like the food and workout options in jail. He’s like Lindsay Lohan, but only frustratingly successful.