On Saturday night, unparalleled loud mouth and cheap shot artist Floyd Mayweather, Jr. extended his career record to 43-0 after he defeated Miguel Cotto (37-3) by unanimous decision (118-110, 117-111, 117-111) at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. Since I’m not much of a boxing guy – all my boxing is of the foxy variety – I had to depend on Twitter for fight analysis, and words used to describe Mayweather’s victory included surgical and diabolical, while I just saw things as punchy and huggy.

But the big difference between Mayweather and Cotto came before the fight even began, as the pugilists made their way to the ring with their respective entourages. Cotto came to the ring with his son, a respectable tribute to the inspiration he provides to his own flesh and blood. Mayweather, on the other hand, was joined by Lil Wayne, 50 Cent and… Justin Bieber?

Who says that boxing has forgotten the 13-year old female demographic?

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Boxing coverage is pretty sparse around here, but Saturday night's Miguel Cotto-Antonio Margarito punchathon deserves special mention.  Cotto came in unbeaten, a heavy favorite and one of the most lauded boxers on the planet for his impeccable technique.  All Margarito did was cobble a script that was equal parts Rocky and Terminator.  Except in this case, Rocky won and the Terminator wasn't crushed by complex machinery.  Like I said, I don't write about boxing much.

Fortunately, Unsilent Majority and Large at the Sporting Blog are both inspired by the Sweet Science — not to be confused with the Beautiful Game (soccer) or the Fat Drunk Chick of Sport (baseball) — and penned detailed accounts after watching what they both call the absolutely-definite-no doubt FIGHT OF THE YEAR.  Shows what they know.  It's still only July.  I've got five more months to track down Katie Couric.