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...product of a mixed marriage. My father has an unlined face and thick, curly salt-and-pepper hair in his 70s. My mother--well, let's just say that when she comes to visit, the kids hide the broomstick and the big cooking pot. She tells folks my dad married her for her legs and her fortune. Coincidentally, these are the only two of her attributes she did not pass along...
...both personality and fighting styles, plus a healthy dose of family psychodrama. Mayweather grew up fighting in Grand Rapids, Mich., where his father, Floyd Sr., taught him how to punch in his stroller. When Floyd was a year old, his mother's brother pulled a gun on his dad. "I told him, 'If you're going to kill me, you're going to kill him too,'" says Mayweather Sr., who was holding his son. "'That's all I got in the world.'" Honoring Mayweather family values, the uncle then shot Floyd...
...printable adjectives-- feeds the intrigue. "What kind of son kicks his father out of the house and leaves him in the street?" De La Hoya asks. "He's a brat that needs a reality check." These words ignite Mayweather. "Oscar doesn't need to be in me and my dad's personal business," he barks. "I'm going to say a prayer for Oscar tonight. Like I do every night...
...Tape De La Hoya Mayweather 5 ft. 11 in. Height 5 ft. 8 3/4 in. 164 lbs. Weight* 152 lbs. Recorded an album that was nominated for a Latin Grammy in 2000 Music Men CEO of hip-hop record label Philthy Rich Records Once trained by Mayweather's dad;TKOed his uncle Jeff Family Ties Trained by his uncle Roger; advised by his dad...
...mean, of course I would have preferred the window seat in an exit row, but that day on the airplane proved to me that my Harvard skepticism sometimes controls my life. Every once and a while things suck, and the prospect of sitting in the middle seat between a dad and two babies certainly did suck. But things could have been a lot worse—I mean, Kurt could have been the obese father of triplets trying to squeeze into two seats. And it’s not like I was flying to a war-torn country...