Oh, Manny, Manny, Manny!

After the much-awaited third Pacquiao-Marquez fight wherein it would finally rule out who really is the better fighter, a lot of people, mostly my fellow Pinoys of course, are proud that our own pambansang kamao won. Anticipation was smoking and boiling anywhere in the world where there's a pack of Filipinos. Actually, the bunch I was with overlooked one of the important highlights of the night: Remembering Smoking Joe Frazier. Anyway, after the hoopla and nirvana from finding out that we get to keep the title, I moved a few mental inches back from what's going on to look and see what has just happened. Media, both local and international, praise Manny. We Pinoys love him (an overblown love that people provided him his own ring in congress, which is ugh, ridiculous). I respect him and have high regard to the man. Big names in Hollywood and sports alike come to see him train and can't help but marvel at his speed, stamina, and strength. Sports fans admire him. These, in fact, have put him in a pedestal with all the credentials under his belt that he worked hard for for the past 10 or so years. He made Pinoys feel proud and confident in every single fight that losing was never an option. Talks and bets would just go around like, "What round is he gonna knock his opponent down our out?".

I wouldn't go over the science, mechanics, and technicalities of boxing. Nope. This post is PURELY MY OWN OPINION and no intention whatsoever of persuading nor sway other people's opinions. What I saw last night was simple. It was Marquez's fight. It was a Mexican night. And also, over the years, between the two of them, Marquez has shown the more obvious headway than our very own Pacman. I think the decision was the result of Marquez being left in the cold under Manny's shadow. After all, of course, it was Pacquiao he fought against. It reminds me of watching the PGA Tour last summer where Tiger Woods wasn't actually winning nor anywhere near that thought. But the hell with the media giving him more exposure than the ones in the lead, and that's because they are not the Tiger Woods. (Keegan Bradley won, by the way.) Simply put, Manny isn't the king of the ring, so is Tiger of the course, and so was Jordan of the NBA court in his heydays. But let's give the world to Leonardo Di Caprio, okay? James Cameron made him shout it out in the ocean. (Do you get where I'm going here? Ahuh, ahuh!) Most importantly, let's all move on. Manny has a lot of making up to do in the House of Representatives. It's the arena where he can't be saved by the bell and a fight that doesn't end in 12 rounds. We don't pay taxes just for pride and this is one thing we all should slice off from this. It's something we owe to ourselves, our individuality as a country, more than the international pride banner because ESPN, HBO, and Bob Arum don't give a crap on that side of Manny's life.

But hey, now we have to look forward to a fourth, a fifth, never-ending match, huh. And Mayweather would probably lose his voice and run out of spit with all the trash and sissy talks he's been dissing for a long time and would never go anywhere near Manny.