AS an irregular watcher of boxing I certainly do not qualify as an expert, however I do believe Anthony Mundine is one of the few people in the world - perhaps the only person - who believes he deserved to win the fight on Wednesday.
Either Daniel Geale landed too many blows and knocked the sense out of Mundine, or "The Mouth" was on another of his Muhammad Ali tangents.
Either way I would rather not get too wrapped up in Mundine's thinking as it would be a waste of ink.
If Geale could feel a little hard done by after his previous meeting with Mundine, then Wednesday night was the perfect revenge.
The Tasmanian showed himself to be a superior boxer on the scoreboard and in the minds of the majority of people watching the fight.
While there was no doubting the speed and skill on display in the main fight, for me - a person who knows diddly squat about boxing - the highlight of a mostly boring warm-up lap was watching Kimbo Slice and Brisbane big man Shane Tilyard trade haymakers.
After seeing the destruction that Slice has inflicted on the Cro-Magnon mugs of those either brave or stupid enough to take him on during his street fighting days, I don't think I was the only person in the Racehorse Hotel on Wednesday night expecting Tilyard to get dropped in the first 30 seconds.
But some credit should go to Tilyard who, after enduring an initial flurry, hooked Kimbo square on the chin, leaving the monstrous Yank swaying helplessly in the breeze for a second. Amid screams from my fellow boxing fans for Kimbo to smack Tilyard, "in his titties", I couldn't help but feel something that I haven't felt while watching UFC - thoroughly entertained!
Best of all, the whole thing was over in the second round - about three minutes after both the big units ran completely out of steam.