Clearly, we need some adult supervision in the boxing world.
Richard Schaefer, defending the honor of Rachel Marcial Donaire and Fil-Am and Filipina women everywhere, has lambasted prickly pear Bob Arum (again) as a “dinosaur” and a “low life.”
(Rachel, a skilled taekwondo practitioner, would seem to be more than able to defend herself.)
Schaefer, the former Swiss banker and Golden Boy bossman, has called the 79 year old Arum and the similarly aged Don King relics in the past or, to be more specific, “B Rex and D Rex.”
I’m nut sure which one is the brontosaurus, nor did I ever see King or Arum portrayed on “The Flinstones” as residents of Bedrock.
Schaefer took to his bully pulpit using Lem Satterfield of Boxingscene as his media megaphone.
Don’t blame the messenger as virtually anything uttered by Golden Boys or Arum is newsworthy especially in light of how no one is doing anything to make the Floyd Mayweather Jr.-Manny Pacquiao super fight the public has demanded for over two years.
Schaefer took umbrage at Arum howling at the Bagiuo moon about how the flamboyantly dressed Rachel is “all tarted up.”
She’s young, sexy and in the public eye, Uncle Bob, must she dress like Sally Field as the Flying Nun? Who made you a female fashion arbiter in the first place?
Arum used a flimsy shield before ripping Rachel, saying that Nonito’s wife has belittled the clothing style of Jinkee Pacquiao.
Jinkee, who runs several business in General Santos City, is a modern woman much like Rachel is.
Mrs. Pacman doesn’t need either her hubby or volunteer Arum to fight her battles, if any.
If sexist remarks are wrong, and they are, then so are the continuing “dinosaur” and “old fogey” shots fired at King and Arum.
Ageism is just bad as racism, sexism and all the other “isms.”
Ditto for Oscar De La Hoya once blasting Arum, his longtime promoter, as “the big Jew from Harvard.”
That’s anti-Semitic to the max, I’d say. What would have happened if Arum had impugned Oscar’s Mexican heritage?
“Big Jew from Harvard” is as dumb if not as mean as Arum’s continual jabs at what he says is Oscar’s “rare lack of intelligence.”
I don’t think De La Hoya ever held himself out as any kind of Everlast Einstein or any other type of genius.
The upshot of all this verbal diarrhea is that it is King who has carefully refrained from getting into these schoolyard spitball fights even when Schaefer knocked him for saying he can relate to Mayweather because they both speak “ghettoese.”
King showers all, friend and foe alike, with love rather than resentment.
Time for some anger management classes in boxing, I say.
Oscar, Robert and Richard, say hello to your new teacher.
Come on guys, let’s hear it.
“Good morning, Mr. King.”
Only in America, indeed.