examiner.com Some workers get a luncheon, where hard rolls, cold cuts and soft drinks are offered up before the Big Bossman praises the employee's long, loyal service.

This is usually followed up by the presentation of a glittering watch that looks like Rolex on the exterior but is Nolex, meaning a cheap Hong Kong made windup model, inside.

Others, those who are more fortunate, roll out of work and into retirement with a golden parachute. But those awesome packages of loot and company stock are only for the already well off, the CEOs and other highrollers who may already have fancy cars and a fractional ownership, at least, in a private jet.

But, every once in a while, the blue collar worker—and even though he will go into the Hall Of Fame, that is what Sugar Shane Mosley's pro career has been, blue collar work at a high level—hits it lucky on his way out the Acme Widget Company front door.

Therefore, I propose we call the May 7 Mosley-Manny Pacquiao fight exactly what it is, which is the Retirement Ceremony for the Financial Betterment of Mr. Mosley, who turns 40 on his next birthday.

Many seem to have a problem with this Gold Watch presentation arranged by Messrs. Arum and Pacquiao for the benefit of Mr. Mosley but I do not.

Chances are this will be Mosley's final fight as he showed in the Sergio Mora debacle, his last bout, that he is more or less what Sugar Ray Leonard used to refer to as “a punched ticket.”

If indeed it is, if Pacman drives him into retirement as he did Ricky Hatton and Oscar De La Hoya, I say, so what?

I say, look on the bright side, look it as Mosley, who aside from his BALCO illegal drug use and then lying about same under oath, has been a real, solid citizen of boxing, a superstar who has mainly brought credit to the so called red light district of sports.

If Mosley grabs himself $7 million before rendering as he must to the IRS and his ex-wife, the effusive Jin Mosley, I say, well bully for Mosley.

Mosley has never, ever not given a 100 percent honest performance with his work gloves on.

OK, so he cheated to beat Oscar and has never really come clean on the issue but even the BALCO mess just typifies Mosley's competitive streak.

It's a discusssion I will never have with Shane Donte Mosley, and neither will any other fight scribe, but my thinking as to the BALCO episode is that Mosley was led there by a trainer/consultant who surely told him that other boxers—maybe even Oscar—were using the same or similar verboten drugs so that they could perform better inside the ring.

Yes, Mosley was a proficient worker who just wanted to perform at a higher level.

That excuses his BALCO trip, his BALCO calendar, his BALCO package of forbidden goodies, at least in my scattered mind.

I feel the same way about Mosley and drugs as I would if we now discover that the great Lance Amrstrong, who I greatly admire, has actually been beating competitors back with the boost of illegal drugs.

Athletes are competitors.

Top level ahtletes want to compete with and beat all the other guys. They're just like those sharks running those big hedge funds.

So much for this Merry Christmas tangent.

Mosley's leaving Las Vegas on May 8 with a heavy, new 401K package. Call it that or call it his Roth IRA or call it his Pacquiao Package.

Every dollar, every penny, every nickel, every quarter, every dime...all the moolah coming Mosley's way, he deserves it.

So he will get what looks like his final big payday in the ring.

Again, good for him.

But, before the Nevada commission inspector hands Mosley his first paycheck in the dressing room, you can be sure Pacquiao will make him pay.