I've been absolutely amazed the past few days. The hype of the past five years has been slowly building and rising to its climax. Yes, I used the word climax. But not in the dirty Hollywood orgasm sense. There... I also used the word orgasm.

But alas, all this climactic orgy of fever and passion, and not a female in sight. All this commotion is over two guys, stripping down to their shorts, and bitch-slapping each other until one either falls over, or until someone else decides that they should have fallen over. (Sam, if you're hurt, stay down). Maybe its more than a slap, but if you have seen a full grown man in a top hat and fur coat, well, lets just its hard to look tough wearing white fur and gold chains, think Mr T meets Elton John... picture a VERY gay pimp.

Yes. After 5 years, Anthony 'the man' Mundine, and Danny 'green machine' Green are finally stripping down, and getting it on. In a non-relations punching heads kind of way.

Seriously, I have not seen this kind of excitement over a fight since I was in high school back in the glory years of year nine. We were all in the main quad playing handball and throwing food, and some boggle eyed year 7 student sprinted up into the centre of the playground, and we all fell silent, watching, waiting for the pink faced child to speak. "FIGHT!!!" he yelled, and we were off... the main quad emptied, and we were down on the basketball courts faster than a fat kid chasing cake.

It was almost over by the time we got there... the poor unfortunate lasted all of 3 hits before he went down, down, down to funky down... crying. Sook. Hopefully Green/Mundine lasts longer for that, especially for all those stooges that forked out over $1000 for the priveledge of being spattered in sweat, spittle and blood in a ring-side seat at Aussie Stadium. Seriously. Boys never grow up. They just get hairy.

We all know (at least you SHOULD all know) that the most important match up in the next 24 hours occurs in Paris, France. Where Arsenal FC and FC Barcelona play off in the champions league final. Ronaldinho and Henry, bring on the crazy play. My head tells me Barca will win, but my heart lies with Arsenal. But seeing as though the game is at 5am, there will be little fanfare over here, and even less celebration.

Everyone will still be drunk from the orgy of the slapping match. I mean boxing match.