Earlier this year, boxing writers became intimate friends with Robert Guerrero's publicist, who seemingly filled their in-boxes daily with all sorts of press releases beating the drum for a big money showdown with Floyd Mayweather.
The messages were persistent and almost quaint in their innocence. Did anyone think that a former featherweight/super featherweight who had never really fought above lightweight (except for one bout with the ancient, rickety-legged Joel Casamayor) could move up two divisions and immediately establish himself as a force at welterweight? To make the beating of the drum more absurd, Guerrero hadn't even fought in about a year. The ambition of calling out the pound for pound best fighter in the world had to be admired, but, really? Robert Guerrero? Good fighter, no doubt, but how could any reasonable boxing person even entertain such an idea?