“The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure.”
– Mikhail Baryshnikov
They only color their thoughts in beauty and can't decipher codes of trade with cheap booty.
Draped in a Ukrainian yellow and blue cape of sci-fi origin, WBO super featherweight champion Vasyl Lomachenko swoops into Madison Square Garden on December 9 as the game's swaggering Neo, to confront a revolutionary Cuban iteration of Agent Smith from “The Matrix” in Guillermo Rigondeaux.
If he's pleased, he's fucked.
For fight fans at The Theater or watching on ESPN, this will be a Live videogame presentation of a classic upgraded in epic 2017. Can you imagine Lomachenko (-500), like, absorbing Rigondeaux (+350)? Does he detect the “High-Tech” data to get “El Chacal” to defect from defense?
As supremely confident as he is offensive, the world's best fighter will advance a coup d'état with feathery feet and iron fists on a foe with a mouth full of lead. His is a game of Russian Roulette, replete with spun barrels, empty chambers and shell cases, left from fighters who've blown themselves away– if only to be shot.
It is ok to doubt what you have been taught to believe, if all the teacher hears about is you.