A.k.a. The "Sport" of "Boxing."
Why? Because you can let your shifty, drunk uncle hang around for only so long before you say, "Dude, just stop it." It's not like boxing has been some paragon of fairness since, well, ever, but before this year you could at least argue that it was entertainingly slimy. But then the only two people on the face of the planet who thought Timothy Bradley beat Manny Pacquiao happened to be two of the three people judging the bout, confirming the theory that boxing has become pro wrestling with a little less emphasis on believability. For good measure, Pacquiao threw his face in front of a speeding Juan Manuel Marquez punch, thereby throwing into even more doubt the one thing—Pacquiao vs. Mayweather—that could've prevented boxing from becoming exactly what it is right now: a casual amusement between MMA events.