Chanting In A Boxing Wonderland - Floyd Mayweather versus Ricky Hatton Part 1 of 4

We quickly skate past times a few tan, shriveled leaves of absence planted into the freshly fallen snowfall on our manner to Lito's house. As we state word of farewell for now to the lively eventide air, we are warmly greeted by our friends and by a beckoning from Lito's 42" plasma telecasting set. It's struggle nighttime but the chief event isn't for hours. Still, there is a chant and phone call tintinnabulation from his set, nestled next to the kids' computing machine room.....

"There's only one Ricky Hatton,

"There's only one Ricky Hatton,

"Singing what's along,

"Singing a song,

"In the Ricky Hatton wonderland."

It sounds familiar but at first Iodine can't put it. Ah yes, the melody is "Walking In A Winter Wonderland," but the words peal fresh to my ears. My Wife travels off to the kitchen near the dorsum of the house to pass some clip with her friend, Lito's Wife, Maria. Nursing store talking over tea, no involvement concerning the urgent issue of the evening.

Ham-and-eggers brawl it out on the plasma silver screen as I settle down into a lavish armchair directly across from the set. Some of our other friends are there as well. The cats have got gathered around the set, chit-chatting about how life is going, small-talking during the prelims. There attains again from the set the mantra. Loud but sketchy, the multitude in attending at the MGM Thousand in Las Vegas makes not wait for the chief event to acquire the political party started.

My eyes swing from my friends to the set, as a shot of Ricky Hatton in his dressing room shoots through to us as well as the fans at the MGM. There is a boom in the arena, and then I get to understand....

"There's only one Ricky Hatton,

"There's only one Ricky Hatton,

"Singing what's along,

"Singing a song,

"In the Ricky Hatton wonderland."