Diamond Jim Mayweather

By Robert Ecksel on May 31, 2015
Diamond Jim Mayweather
Mayweather isn’t singing much of anything, but actions speak louder than lyrics. (J.C. Rice)

While trying to avoid being judgmental, I swing back and forth like a pendulum in an Edgar Allan Poe short story…

“Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.”—Confucius

Diamond Jim Brady was an honored gourmand and Prince of the Gilded Age. A railroad tycoon with outlandish appetites, he didn’t just love diamonds, he also loved food. His diamond jewelry was said to be worth more than $2 million ($56 million in today’s currency) and he consumed food like the former bellhop and courier from which he grew.

George Rector, owner of Rector’s Restaurant in Manhattan, called “The Elaine’s of 1899,” described Diamond Jim as “the best 25 customers I ever had.” In “Fenton and Fowler’s Best, Worst, and Most Unusual,” a book as obsessed with food as Brady himself, his daily fare is described in excruciating detail, excruciating for those of us who watch their weight.

Diamond Jim Brady would eat “vast quantities of hominy, eggs, cornbread, muffins, flapjacks, chops, fried potatoes, beefsteak, washing it all down with a gallon of fresh orange juice” for breakfast. A mid-morning snack of “two or three dozen clams or Lynnhaven oysters” whetted his appetite for lunch, which included “shellfish…two or three deviled crabs, a brace of boiled lobsters, a joint of beef, and an enormous salad.” Dessert consisted of an array of pies. Not slices of different pies, but several pies, washed down with a second gallon of orange juice.

Afternoon tea was another opportunity to eat “another platter of seafood, accompanied by two or three bottles of lemon soda.”

Dinner at Rector’s usually comprised “two or three dozen oysters, six crabs, and two bowls of green turtle soup. Then in sumptuous procession came six or seven lobsters, two canvasback ducks, a double portion of terrapin, sirloin steak, vegetables, and for dessert a platter of French pastries.”

Not quite sated, Diamond Jim would top it off with two pounds of chocolate candy.

Unlike James Buchanan Brady, Floyd Joy Mayweather is not obsessed with food.

His relationship with diamonds is another story

Today’s New York Post features an article titled “Mayweather’s $500K Diamond District spending spree” that asks the question, “How does the world’s most famous boxer celebrate a $200 million victory?”

It also provides the answer, “Not by going to Disney World — by hitting the Diamond District.”

Marilyn Monroe sang “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend” in the movie “Gentleman Prefer Blondes.” To my knowledge, Floyd Mayweather isn’t singing much of anything, but actions speak louder than lyrics.

“Three weeks after his May 2 bout against Manny Pacquiao,” writes The Post, “welterweight champ Floyd Mayweather Jr. was spotted cashing in his winnings for watches, diamonds and gold chains in a half-million-dollar Saturday-afternoon shopping spree on 47th Street.

“The world’s richest athlete hit up two of his favorite jewelers, with an entourage of hulking bodyguards — one toting a briefcase full of diamond-encrusted watches and a mysterious bag.

“At a small jewelers kiosk called Flawless at the corner of Sixth Avenue, he plunked down ‘hundreds of thousands of dollars’ for timepieces,” an insider told The Post, “old stuff that he’ll have upgraded or downgraded for himself or someone he’s with.”

Upon leaving jeweler number one, Mayweather told the salesman, “You can come to my house in Vegas. I have nothing but a palace.”

Jeweler number two was Pristine Jewelers NYC, “where he whipped out a hand-scrawled shopping list that included a Cuban-link yellow-gold necklace for $35,000 and a diamond chain for $55,000.

“Although much of the Diamond District is closed on Saturdays,” for reasons The Post chose not to explain, “Mayweather said his bling binge couldn’t wait, telling Pristine’s owners, ‘Open up the store, Money never sleeps!’”

While trying to avoid being judgmental, I swing back and forth like a pendulum in an Edgar Allan Poe short story.

On one hand, even allowing for The Post’s bottom feeding ethos, the whole business reeks of wretched excess.

On the other hand, if you’ve got it, flaunt it.

You may beg to differ, but Diamond Jim Brady would surely agree.

Follow us on Twitter@boxing_com to continue the discussion

Read More Blogs
Discuss this in our forums

Related Articles

Comments

This is a place to express and/or debate your boxing views. It is not a place to offend anyone. If we feel comments are offensive, the post will be deleted and continuing offenders will be blocked from the site. Please keep it clean and civil! We want to have fun. We want some salty language and good-natured exchanges. But let's keep our punches above the belt...
  1. jack hall 01:43am, 06/03/2015

    I LOVE BOXING
    GOLDEN GLOVER WHEN I WAS YOUNG 1955
    THEN A COACH OF GOLDEN GLOVES 1960

    THE WHEN I RETIRED I BECAME THE CHAPLAIN FOR ALA BOXING IN CEBU CITY PHILIPPINES 2003 TO 2015


    WHY DOE S THE JUDGES SCORE ON A MAN THROWING PUNCHES AND NOT HITTING THE TARGET


    THE CHAMPIONS OF TODAY HAVE VERY LITTLE BOXING KNOWLEDGE
    LIKE OSCAR DE LA HOYA
    THEITS A GIVE & TAKE BOXING WORLD

    I LIKE THE MAYWEATHER STYLE—MAKE THEM WISH THEY KNEW HOW TO BOX GETING POINTS

    THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD NEEDS TO BE IN BOXING ITS ALL ABOUT ,GOOD DEFENSE

  2. Kid Blast 04:09pm, 06/01/2015

    I hereby offer my services to Floyd—at a slight fee of course.

  3. George Thomas Clark 09:37am, 06/01/2015

    Today, there would be help for the gluttonous Diamond Jim - Overeaters Anonymous, which I too may join - http://www.georgethomasclark.com/?p=7966

    Floyd’s problem - compulsive spending that someday is like to be overspending - probably also can be treated in specialized group therapy, though he can also be afford private counseling.  Chances are he doesn’t currently see the need.

  4. Clarence George 04:33pm, 05/31/2015

    I wonder if Diamond Jim was the inspiration for Mr. Creosote in Monty Python’s “The Meaning of Life.”  “And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.”

  5. Eric Badlands Booker 03:56pm, 05/31/2015

    Wonder if Joey Chestnut is up for the Diamond Jim Challenge? Is Diamond Jim the ultimate Houdini of Cuisini?

  6. Irish Frankie Crawford Beat Saijo aka Gimpel 03:35pm, 05/31/2015

    Like I was sayin’, two gallons of orange juice loaded with citric acid and two pounds of chocolate would add up to one mighty potent “physic” as they used to say in the good old days.

  7. Eric 02:48pm, 05/31/2015

    Diamond Jim did love his orange juice. You have to wonder what DJ would have ordered for his last meal if he had been awaiting execution. I can’t think of another human that could manage to wolf down that much food on a daily basis without their stomach exploding.

  8. Clarence George 01:39pm, 05/31/2015

    An appetizing story, to be sure.  Diamond Jim Brady is a man after my own stomach.  He makes Babe Ruth and Tony Galento look like pikers.  Don’t understand why he bothered with salad, though.  Unless it was Caesar?  The best such salad in the city can be found at Pietro’s on East 43rd.  The best salad, period, was the Gorgonzola at (now-defunct) Manero’s in Greenwich, Connecticut.  I, too, love lemon soda.  Nothing like Schweppes Bitter Lemon, which is now almost impossible to find in this country (though the Canada Dry version is available).  A good alternative is San Pellegrino Limonata.

    I think Rector’s closed with the coming of Prohibition, which strikes me as nothing short of crazy.

    Why would Mayweather shop in the low-grade Diamond District when he can afford Harry Winston or Van Cleef & Arpels?  Too much money…not enough taste.  Well, that’s no surprise.

    “‘Although much of the Diamond District is closed on Saturdays,’ for reasons The Post chose not to explain.”  Oh, that’s rich, if you’ll pardon the pun.  Not a pun?  Well…something.

  9. FrankinDallas 12:08pm, 05/31/2015

    I don’t get the point of this article. The man just made over$200mill and he wants to spend done it? So what? Diamonds are a good investment and a helluva lot healthier than any of Diamond Jim’s meal.

    Let the man enjoy himself ffs.

  10. Irish Frankie Crawford Beat Saijo aka Gimpel 10:13am, 05/31/2015

    Gotta’ believe that when Diamond Jim wasn’t eatin’ he was shittin’....otherwise he would have weighed a dadgummed ton!

Leave a comment