Boxing in the wee hours.

Today I am tired and maybe a little bit hungover, just a little bit (honest). Why is that then? Well last night I went to a leaving party for one of my friends brothers, he is off to China with his daughter for three years. So that's another travel destination for me to add to my list, I think its Shanghai they are moving too but the alcohol has clouded my mind.
Drinks and food a plenty led to it being a nice party, then I discovered some of the party goers where staying up to watch the Hatton v Mayweather boxing match at 4am. By this time it was already two, so I thought what the heck.
I am not the biggest boxing fan in the world, in fact I have only ever glanced at the screen when its on. The fight had been hyped up to the max over here, all over the media, so I was caught up with the excitement of it all by the time it started.
Whilst watching the match my overriding feelings where 'how is this fun they are beating the shit out of each other' and 'those shorts are funny', also did anyone else notice the stupid looking blonde lady with the mad glasses? I must admit at one point I did shout 'JUST KILL HIM', I think that was the alcohol again.
The result was Hatton lost and I stayed up till half six in the morning for that pleasure.What did I learn from all of this? That I don't really like boxing.