IT MIGHT not have been the fight of the century, granted.
As determined and potentially deadly as he is, Alex Leapai was always going to be struggling to get close enough to Wladimir Klitschko to land a decent blow.
While I don't know of anyone who was surprised to see the end result of that five-round fight on Sunday morning, I don't think the loss will do the Queensland fighter any harm.
Aside from the Shannon Briggs press conference invasion, this latest world championship campaign lacked one key element of your typical heavyweight title match-up - the typical trash-talkin' Yank.
What a pleasant surprise it was to see some good, old-fashioned mutual respect displayed between the two combatants before and after the main event.
After years of disinterest and disrespect, I think my love of the art of heavyweight boxing might be slowly returning.
I used to get a great laugh out of listening to Mike Tyson threatening to eat the children of his opponents and stomp on the testicles of sports reporters he didn't like.
He brought a lot of attention to boxing - but towards the end of his career it was the wrong kind of attention.
The sport was becoming more like a TV wrestling fantasy with Tyson and the action outside the ring starting to overshadow anything that was going on inside it.
Strictly from a casual observer's point of view, the likes of Klitschko and Leapai appear to prove that you don't have to be a big talker to whip up interest in a boxing match.
Leapai may have fallen well short of his goal on the weekend, but I dare say that the way he carried himself around the fight and media attention has raised his profile for the better - not as the world's best heavyweight boxer, but as a determined bloke who deserves respect.
I hope he comes back.
Sometimes you don't have to watch the world's elite sportsmen to see examples of fine skill and timing.
I was stopped at the lights on my way through Ipswich yesterday, when I noticed an old hairy man in a ute beside me doing something unusual.
From somewhere, this man had produced a boiled egg, which he proceeded to peel.
In between the light turning red, and then green again, he not only peeled the entire egg and ate it in two mouthfuls, but also managed to put his ute back into gear before turning left with the rest of the traffic into Brisbane St.
Judging by the casual way in which this torn red jumper- wearing gentleman performed this task, I don't think it was the first time he'd enjoyed breakfast behind the wheel.
I wouldn't be surprised if he had an egg boiler fitted in his ute.
Well played Mr Hairy Boiled Egg Eatin' Man.
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