THE GREAT BEATDOWN IN BIG BROTHER COUNTRY (Or How Manny tamed Timothy Desert Storm Bradley) Days leading up to this Sundays Pacquiao-Bradley rematch were all geared towards this painful trade of leathers. Most shirtless and penniless fanatics like yours truly eat, sleep and breath boxing. My 2 weeks-old laundry set aside; urgent office tasks perilously on hold; appointments willfully forgotten; meaningful text messages unanswered, and if, by chance some of those were subconsciously replied, the contents were not in consonance with the questions; The boxing fanatics world simply just stopped. It had to...... God perhaps was peeved with this boxing madness, He unceremoniously showered this place with rain Saturday and Sunday...with threats of brownouts if these fanatics do not insert luminous periods in between lunatic spells. Therefore, a distant quick peek of the church and a much quicker sign of the cross were automatically done for compliance purposes. Sorry Dear God, it was just because your favorite boxer named Emmanuel will wage fistic war with the king of swag. We need to be by his side despite the distance...and voila, the rains stopped and electricity stabilized. It had to....... And so it passed that a 12-round beatdown was much much better than a hoped-for knockout. It was much more special as the 12-round fight was a solid 36 minutes of fugilistic pain and an early holy week sacrifice for Timothy Bradley, losing his erstwhile 0 in the process, Despite his loss, he now is a converted Pacman friend as with other PacMans toppled opponents from Oscar Dela Hoya to David Diaz; from Marco Antonio Barrera to Erik Morales. From Miguel Cotto to Ricky Hatton. Despite his ferocious regularity of manhandling/dismantling his opponents, they instead became his good friends? Whats with our Pambansang Kamao? Is it because of his sportsmanlike conduct? honesty? integrity? humility? Love of God? Love of People? compassion? I really think it is all of the above..and more. They have to...... And for all the world to see, Top Rank Promotions, for the first time after habitually feeding us with garbage mismatches, paraded an undercard worthy of the viewers PPV expenditures. Vazquez vs Perez, Vargas vs Khabib, Beltran vs Ushmanee were full slambang affairs, all worthy of Fight of the Year award. The great Jew, Bob Arum, grinning from ear to ear with dollar signs clearly stamped on his forehead instead of the Star of David, nailed it this time. Everybodys a winner. Allen viewers were winners too as subscribers were treated to a free live streaming from the local cable TV. The kilawin, sinugba and beer now in perfect harmony in warm bosoms, it is now time to wrap this boxing week up and face the routinary things fully recharged and wait for the next big bout. We have to..... For Mommy Dionisia seen sporting lots of diamonds, freshly-toned skin and a newly-chiselled nose, she was a trending persona in the social media. She mesmerized the world and even the Desert Storm, and yes, if you have the dough, there is hope for women over 70. Her motherly presence was a welcome face in a sea of sycophants and ass-lickers headed by Jake the Pambansang Anino, Chavit and Fil-Am homeys. For Tim Bradley, he redeemed himself by being a class act ,emerged convinced of the Pacmans win this time as he verbally acknowledged that the Pacman is indeed the better fighter. As for Emmanuel Dapidran Pacquiao, thank you once again for being the shining hope of a nation desperately needing of somebody to lift it up. For a homeland so thirsty of a genuine dose of pleasantness, you again did it and in the process all the Filipinos in every crevices of the world are helluva proud of you. We will savor this triumphant period until it lasts, and wait for another moment when you will, again, fill our cups with sense of pride and nationalism. We will wait. We have to...... Peace My Dear Folks.
Posted on: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 10:38:33 +0000
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