Pitying Floyd Mayweather

Yeah, I get it. On the surface, the premise of pitying a guy like Floyd Mayweather sounds ridiculous.

After all, here is a dude worth several hundreds of millions of dollars. He has a fleet of luxury cars, likely several mansions here and there to rival the one of Jed Clampett, and his pick of the day among a virtual harem of women eager to share his company. Throw in a yacht or two, a wardrobe of fancy clothes, shoes, and other accessories that would fill up your average warehouse, add a private jet and all the other goodies, and why, pray tell, would anybody feel sorry for him?

But we should. This is a very shallow, insecure man, with a serious ego problem.

It is no great secret that Floyd Mayweather has in the past been a notorious woman beater. These little "problems" have all been made to go away through buying them off. The power of money indeed.

And he leaves a long trail of former wives, girlfriends, and mothers of his children in his wake. Yet these same, ahem, ladies, continue to dutifully follow along in his entourage. Well gee, I wonder why? Did I mention money?

Good grief, the man even calls himself Floyd "Money" Mayweather. And flaunts it like no other sports figure has ever done in the past. It's not only shameful, but embarrassing just having watched it over the years.

But a boatload of money and fame does not necessarily make a man.

Floyd Mayweather tossing around $100 bills like they are confetti to somehow try and impress people only further proves his inferiority complex. Wearing underwear with C-note designs all over them? Really? Does that sound like a dude at peace with himself?

Or more like a glorified pimp trying to strut his stuff?

Over his boxing career, it is true Mayweather has gone undefeated. After fighting the usual assortment of bums to make a name for himself, and the full backing of the media machine hyping him every step of the way, Floyd then realized his opportunity to shape his future.

When he finally got around to fighting decent opponents, it was always on his terms. He would set the date. And venue. And guarantee himself the lion's share of the purse. His own people would select the ring-side judges as well as the referee within the ropes during the actual bout. Everything was oh so carefully choreographed -- to his advantage.

And just recently he has pocketed upwards of $250 million dollars for, ahem, "fighting" a man that had never before participated in his sport.

If one does the math, that equates to Floyd Mayweather having earned roughly $180,000 a SECOND, every tick of the AA battery powered clocks on so many walls, while in the ring against Conor McGregor. Do you see something horribly wrong with this picture?

And who, pray tell, was dumb enough to click on the "rent" pay-per-view button that cha-chinged them for a C-note over such a farce? Certainly not I.

With any luck, we have seen the last of Floyd Mayweather, and it can't come too soon. Good riddance.

While there will always be those that shower praise upon him for his accomplishments, the same sort of folks also cheered on the likes of Mike Tyson, Tiger Woods, and Barry Bonds back in their hey-days. All turned out to be terribly flawed individuals in one way or another.

So let Floyd Mayweather ride off into the sunset -- please -- and enjoy the fame, money, and other worldly possessions he has amassed during his career. Some misguided folks will likely even consider him a sort of hero. Heavy on the misguided.

But for all of that, Floyd Mayweather was, is, and will always be nothing more than a small little man at heart, a petty individual continually beating his own drum in search of those that would admire him for the wealth he has accumulated. Sorry dude. Like the Beatles once sang way back in the 60s, money can't buy ya love.

And for that, he deserves neither acclaim nor hatred.

Merely pity.