Manny Pacquiao: The Making of Pacquiao-Margarito Drags Along

Yes, Pacquiao-Margarito will eventually find a home, if it's the last thing that Top Rank capo Bob Arum does this year.

But doesn't it make you grin a sheepish grin, knowing that Antonio "plaster of Paris" Margarito is being made to sweat before he finds out whether he will ever earn another penny for his punches? If you think I'm cruel, you shouldn't. Any man who has committed the "fistic" crime of loading one's gloves (hand wraps to be exact), knowingly or unknowingly (yeah right!), is lucky to be walking the streets.

Many say that it's unfair to retroactively accuse of Margarito of cheating in his fights prior to the hardened substance being found in his gloves before the Shane Mosley beat-down. I say that if you get caught red-handed, it simply means that you were slippery enough to escape in the past. No one said I'd make a good judge in a court of law. I am just calling it as I see it.

And I am not alone in my "critical" thinking on the matter.

In a sport that is often soul-less, boxing commissions have seemingly found God. Top Rank Promotions and Margarito's handlers were recently California (commission) dreaming for a fight, but my friends on the "Wesside" were not buying it. And that's saying a lot for a state in such economic straits.

Eventually some commission will succumb to the lure of the economic boon that a Pacquiao-Margarito fight would bring. But until that time, boxing's soul is shining, and for that, I am content.