Sunday was a day of triumph...
Vamos a terminarlo!- Ignacio “Nacho” Beristain, Oscar Dela Hoya’s celebrated hall of fame trainer signaling the stoppage of the one-sided “The Dream Match”. Pound-for-pound King Manny “ Pacman” Pacquiao scored an 8th round TKO over The Golden Boy Dela Hoya on a night the heir apparent chased out the "has been" of the boxing world to retirement. This seemed to be a third world country far east winning a world war against a predominant super power tale like of a story, an unprecedented handling of the mantle to the new king of the boxing hierarchy. And for a long moment still, Pacquiao’s ring exploit reminded us what a fighting heart a Filipino posses that made each and every one of us worthy of the world’s adulation.
It was an awesome display of domination, one that would etch in eternity to our very senses in the next centuries to come how an erstwhile unassuming pan de sal boy rose to the ranks of boxing to defeat and dominate his proud and bemedalled rival to submission. Not your ordinary opponent but someone who breathe the sports as if boxing was his middle name. Despite winning so big, he never forgot to let his Nike shoes kiss the ground, reminded that after all, he’s still as Filipino as we are—only an immortal embodiment of our very own bravery. Even giving a last respect to his befallen opponent, a trait none of those publicity hungry officials who went on with him to snatch that glory of his for their own interest—That’s Pinoy for you.
For all the cockiness he’s been branded with before, no one can deny that when he shows his humility, that’s a Filipino for you giving samples of modesty in spite of greatness.
Aren’t you proud of being a Pinoy at least Sunday?
and mourning…
And there of course was the death of a teeny bopper, who made news shortly after Pacquiao TKOed Dela Hoya. Allegedly a victim of Sudden Unexpected Death Syndrome (SUDS) or bangungot on street terminologies, Marky Cielo passed away during slumber. As no definite medical confirmation would attest to the real cause of his death, I’ll have to leave the term, in the mean time, as the supposed culprit to his early demise. Cielo, a reality-but-you-already-knew-the-winner-two weeks-before show champion was seen laying motionless on his room as he’s supposed to be informed of his appointment that day. An Igorot like me, during his showbiz career, even went to his grassroots in Mountain Province to spread awareness how minorities are being displaced off their own domain. I may not be a fan of his brand of artistry but sure his passing away did matter at the very reason he did an exemplary act of progressing to the modernity of life without shunning away from his heritage. May God bless his soul.
…and of course a foul play by a certified bitch.
Now while the untimely death of Cielo is being discussed on air by three hosts of a biz talk show, this bitchy, tactlessly idiotic host who calls her husband the best player in the Philippines (in dreamland maybe) was caught nonchalantly laughing at the sight of an expensive jewelry of her co host in the midst of the show’s expression of grief for a lost colleague. Emblazoned by her irritating perkiness on cam, this moron didn’t have the self-respect to at least shut her bedeviled mouth to oblivion while at someplace in the country there’s a mother and a father pondering on thoughts of how they’ll be able to get by after a young man’s passing away. What a classless act, no an idiotic act. And to think lots of equally idiotic people bought her crap of crying for all of her misfreewheeling before. What the fuck is wrong with this bitch, and why a TV network such as ABS-CBN bankrolls her borderline nonsensical blabbers on air.
Does she owe Cielo’s family an apology? No. She owes to live by on the scum of her personality and the ideals of her land grabbing family.
Pacquiao’s conquered opponent (Dela Hoya) needs to hang up his gloves and bid goodbye to the sport that made him a household name. as for Kris, she needs to hang herself to at least pay herself some dues, run away from the scene that made her a perennial laughing stock.
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