Friday, October 20, 2006

Pacquiao-bashing

The other day, I overheard Erik Morales trash-talk Manny Pacquiao on the news. In an interview with Dyan Castillejo, Morales remarked that Pacquiao had an "agly voice," and even tried imitating Pacquiao's singing. (In a segue, Manny retorts with a,"Hey, Muralis, can you play guitar? Like this?")

I must admit that in their two previous fights, I wasn't such a rabid Pacquiao fan because Morales was muy guapo. However, after this remark, I now want Manny to knock him out in their next match in no more than 4 rounds!

I mean, yes, Pacquiao's voice is "agly," but the comment was a below-the-belt hit, especially for the millions of Filipinos who bought his CD. And for the millions of fans like me who make an event out of a Pacquiao-Anybody bout.



September 11, 2005. I'm beside myself with happiness after watching the Pacquiao-Velazquez non-title bout. I was almost afraid to watch, for fear that Pacquiao would again have either a glove or sock malfunction.

My sister dropped by for a visit, bearing gifts of suckling pig and fried noodles from Luk Yuen. She also brought machang which I haven't had a bite of in years. I think the last time I had one, in Binondo, was when my mom was still alive. I'm not really fond of leviathan pockets of sticky food packed with strange-looking ingredients, but I helped myself to it if only to remind me of my mom's penchant for unappealing Chinese food.

The tub of ice cream I bought last night was the perfect complement to the sans rival we had. When you're watching a boxing match on a weekend, you are absolutely allowed to gorge on anything. My dad and I would pass as poster children for UNICEF, anyway, given our gaunt frames, but my sister – well, she was riding on our disabilities. Oh, okay, she's excused, because it was her treat.

Sometime during the third round, my brother emerged from his room and loudly announced that he just heard on the radio, which was covering the fight in real time, that Pacquiao would bring Velazquez to his knees in the sixth.

It was the first time ever I entertained thoughts of parricide.

After about ten seconds, he even tried to redeem himself by saying that that didn't mean the bout was over.

To cut the long story short (or to skip the part where we bury my brother in the backyard), Manny Pacquiao impressively eschewed the use of an interpreter this time. When asked how he gauged his opponent, he confidently replied, "He have a power. But I know I am the champion." And when asked if he would still ask for a rematch with Morales, he blurted, "Absolutely!" surprising even the commentators (not because he wanted a rematch, but because he actually used a 4-syllable English word).



After a few minutes, PGMA appeared on TV with her funny fixed grin. Ever wondered how she could actually recite an entire speech without her lips touching?

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