In Boxing, I should have added
Last May 3, I stayed glued to the TV watching the Pacquiao-Hatton fight. Since it is also vacation time and I just stay home, I get to see some of the pre-fight TV specials. What I have listed below are some of the things I love and hate about the fight.
I love the Pacman. With all the successes Manny Pacquiao had, he remained a soft-spoken, simple guy who has not forgotten his humble start. It is this humble beginning that propelled him to work hard and better his craft. Today, he is so famous that he has even outpolled Obama in the Time’s 100 most influential people. Despite everything though, he remains unaffected and resolute to his faith, which to Manny has been the source of all the good things he is now enjoying.
I hate Floyd Mayweather Sr. and his bad mouth. I was able to see the 24/7 pre-fight boxing special and this Hatton trainer cannot seem to keep his mouth shut. Freddie Roach was correct when he said that Mayweather Sr. actually has not trained a champion yet. He took over de la Hoya when Oscar was already a champion in four weight divisions. He did not train Floyd Jr. to be the undefeated pound-for-pound boxer before the latter retired. It was his brother. Floyd Sr. was no show when Hatton was floored in the second round. If I were Ricky, I will fire him and hire the three-time trainer of the year, Freddie Roach.
I love Freddie Roach. He is not just a tactician in the sport of boxing. He understands Manny Pacquiao emotionally. He provided the People’s Champ with the love and care of a father who has long left Manny when he was still very young. He was responsible for transforming the puny 106 lb lad from Gen. Santos to the southpaw wonder boy of boxing today. Roach also took under his care a half-blind vagrant who he made into his all-around utility man in his Wild Card gym. Because of Parkinsonism that slowly drained him of his strength, he also took as his assistant trainer Michael Moorer to continue his boxing legacy.
I hate the commercialism that goes with the boxing TV coverage. I watched the fight in cable TV but not the pay-per-view. I would be contended even of late telecast since I have the Internet and my brother right away sent me an off-line message yesterday that Hatton was knocked down cold at 2:59 in the second round. I wanted to see how everything happened. About 360 seconds of boxing was stretched to almost four hours of advertisement and commercial agony. I was at first very much irritated by the commercials that suddenly cut in important boxing telecasts. I was not even able to see Tom Jones crooned the British national anthem. The only saving grace is a commercial of a roof sealant featuring a dumb girl with heavy dumbbells to her credit. Whoa!
I love the Filipino people all over the world. I was just so happy looking at how united we were as one group of proud Filipinos as Pacquiao fought his greatest fight so far. As Martin sang the Lupang Hinirang, I was as moved as he was standing tall for all the nations to see that we are a mighty race of people who know how to stand up when we fall and run the race again. Manny has made as prouder than ever. Pacman’s victory was the triumph of Filipinos all over the world. His very impressive win over Hatton was so inspirational. A Filipino after defeat will not just simply buckle down and wallow on his loss. He stands up, learns from his mistakes and wins the many battles in life.
Having said what I love and hate of the Pacman-Hitman east meets west boxing bout, I would like to congratulate both Manny and Ricky for the fun and excitement they have given the world of boxing...even if for 359 seconds only. With the tons of commercials that have made me memorize some, the tournament was worth all my waiting. Mabuhay ang Filipino!
Last May 3, I stayed glued to the TV watching the Pacquiao-Hatton fight. Since it is also vacation time and I just stay home, I get to see some of the pre-fight TV specials. What I have listed below are some of the things I love and hate about the fight.
I love the Pacman. With all the successes Manny Pacquiao had, he remained a soft-spoken, simple guy who has not forgotten his humble start. It is this humble beginning that propelled him to work hard and better his craft. Today, he is so famous that he has even outpolled Obama in the Time’s 100 most influential people. Despite everything though, he remains unaffected and resolute to his faith, which to Manny has been the source of all the good things he is now enjoying.
I hate Floyd Mayweather Sr. and his bad mouth. I was able to see the 24/7 pre-fight boxing special and this Hatton trainer cannot seem to keep his mouth shut. Freddie Roach was correct when he said that Mayweather Sr. actually has not trained a champion yet. He took over de la Hoya when Oscar was already a champion in four weight divisions. He did not train Floyd Jr. to be the undefeated pound-for-pound boxer before the latter retired. It was his brother. Floyd Sr. was no show when Hatton was floored in the second round. If I were Ricky, I will fire him and hire the three-time trainer of the year, Freddie Roach.
I love Freddie Roach. He is not just a tactician in the sport of boxing. He understands Manny Pacquiao emotionally. He provided the People’s Champ with the love and care of a father who has long left Manny when he was still very young. He was responsible for transforming the puny 106 lb lad from Gen. Santos to the southpaw wonder boy of boxing today. Roach also took under his care a half-blind vagrant who he made into his all-around utility man in his Wild Card gym. Because of Parkinsonism that slowly drained him of his strength, he also took as his assistant trainer Michael Moorer to continue his boxing legacy.
I hate the commercialism that goes with the boxing TV coverage. I watched the fight in cable TV but not the pay-per-view. I would be contended even of late telecast since I have the Internet and my brother right away sent me an off-line message yesterday that Hatton was knocked down cold at 2:59 in the second round. I wanted to see how everything happened. About 360 seconds of boxing was stretched to almost four hours of advertisement and commercial agony. I was at first very much irritated by the commercials that suddenly cut in important boxing telecasts. I was not even able to see Tom Jones crooned the British national anthem. The only saving grace is a commercial of a roof sealant featuring a dumb girl with heavy dumbbells to her credit. Whoa!
I love the Filipino people all over the world. I was just so happy looking at how united we were as one group of proud Filipinos as Pacquiao fought his greatest fight so far. As Martin sang the Lupang Hinirang, I was as moved as he was standing tall for all the nations to see that we are a mighty race of people who know how to stand up when we fall and run the race again. Manny has made as prouder than ever. Pacman’s victory was the triumph of Filipinos all over the world. His very impressive win over Hatton was so inspirational. A Filipino after defeat will not just simply buckle down and wallow on his loss. He stands up, learns from his mistakes and wins the many battles in life.
Having said what I love and hate of the Pacman-Hitman east meets west boxing bout, I would like to congratulate both Manny and Ricky for the fun and excitement they have given the world of boxing...even if for 359 seconds only. With the tons of commercials that have made me memorize some, the tournament was worth all my waiting. Mabuhay ang Filipino!
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