Sean Spicer took another pounding at yesterday’s press briefing. A once nimble fighter with good footwork and an arsenal of weapons was a shadow of his former self. Questions rained in like body-blows. Spicer desperately tried to deflect Russia questions to outside counsel, climate questions came from left and right, his corner gave him no support. He had nothing to give.When Spicer did try to summon the energy to mount an attack he went in flailing, his words mumbled and mono-syllabic. Any sign of his trademark wit and repartee had left him long ago. It was hard to watch. A fighter with nothing to left to give, taking blow after blow, his reputation in tatters, begging for his corner to throw in the towel.