The Biebs is amidst a Miley Cyrus-esque crusade to shed his former image, and his platform of choice is Instagram. He’s done being the 105-pound Canadian bitch with stupid hair and latently homosexual tendencies. He’s now a tattooed, weightlifting ruffian who spits on people, vandalizes homes, pees in public, and now, I guess, he’s learning how to box from the world’s best.
His problem is the new Bieber is such an apparent facade that it’s pure comedy. Watching him train with Floyd Mayweather would be similar to watching LeBron teach nine-year-old LeBron “Bronny” James Jr. how to dunk a basketball on a toy basketball hoop. It’s just kinda cute.
Biebs, the boxer. I love it. You could pick the drunkest person out of the student section of a Pac-12 college football game, put him in a ring with Bieber, and he’d rip his tattooed arms off and beat him to death with them.
And I’ll believe Biebs can rep 40-pound dumbbells when he posts a video of it.