Floyd Mayweather delivered, in his words, a "masterpiece of boxing" in defeating Oscar de la Hoya in Las Vegas on Saturday.
But while the purists were drooling over "Pretty Boy's" technical proficiency, the sporting hoi polloi must have been wondering what all the fuss was about.
For boxing didn't need an under-stated Monet at the MGM Grand, what it needed was a riotous Tracey Emin, something to get those all-important crossover fans buzzing about the sport again.
To blame Mayweather for the fight not living up to the hype, as many pundits have decided to do, is a little harsh.
True, Mayweather spent the four months leading up to the bout promising a "toe-to-toe war", but anyone who had seen him fight previously should have known that was unlikely to transpire.
Boxing is always a war of sorts, but why volunteer for shelling on the front line when you can safely conduct the battle from range?
Mayweather, like Roy Jones before him, is too good for his own good, able to win fights without getting his senses scrambled.
But it is that defensive bent that will prevent him going down alongside the two Sugar Rays, who he name checks so often, as one of the all-time greats.
Both Robinson and Leonard knew that entertainment was part of the deal.
Stand and fight and the crowds will love you. Skirmish on the periphery and they will always be suspicious.
What now, then, for both fighters? Mayweather has reiterated his intention to retire, but most think it unlikely he will stick to his word.
Only 30 and steeped in the sport from birth, it is inconceivable that he'll be gone for long, bored of his inactivity and vexed by the myriad gauntlets that are sure to be scattered about his feet.
De la Hoya is undecided about his future, but it is difficult to see what he has to gain from remaining in the sport.
A six-weight world champion, he has upwards of £75m in the bank and nothing left to prove, unless, of course, a rematch with Mayweather can be negotiated.
The frightening part for boxing is that for perhaps the first time in the sport's history, without De la Hoya, there are no genuine "super-fights" to make.
The big beasts in the heavyweight division have gone for now, and like some exotic animal on the brink of extinction, he is the sport's last remaining crossover superstar.
With the rowdy spectacle of Ultimate Fighting killing boxing in terms of pay-per-view sales in America and the proliferation of titles and champions showing no sign of abating, Mayweather-De la Hoya was never going to be anything but a short-term fillip for boxing.
Like a gravely ill man being administered shock treatment, the sport sprung up from his hospital bed, gasped loudly, and will now fall back into its slumber.
The stars were out in force in Vegas on Saturday, but by the time the next "super-fight" rolls round, there is a possibility Jack Nicholson will be watching it from a Hollywood nursing home and Michael Jordan will be four or five inches shorter.