The Pacman Show

Like most Filipinos, my man and I cheered for Manny Pacquiao, with the rest of everyone who stormed National Sports Grill in Greenbelt 3 yesterday. After the 10am Sunday Service, we hurriedly went to the said place to watch the fight. The place was rocking with fans from all walks of life. Never mind if only a handful got to comfortably sit and drank beer while watching the game. We (Hon and I) for instance, sat on the rails just to have a good view of the game. Imagine that!

I never liked boxing but for some reason, this Pacman made me want to watch him fight Oscar Dela Hoya. Maybe because I liked the idea that he’s the underdog tackling the Golden Boy and that the fight was coined as the Dream Match.

From what I’ve heard and read, Oscar Dela Hoya is some great fighter but I was a little dismayed with his performance. He ended up being Pacquiao’s punching bag. I am no boxing expert but from what I’ve seen yesterday, he was no match for Pacquiao.

Much was expected from Dela Hoya and sadly, he did not deliver well. I was pretty stunned at how our very own stopped his opponent from glowing gold. Pacquiao was just too fast for Dela Hoya, he was simply the better fighter yesterday. It was a mismatch, in favor of the smaller guy.

I may not have clapped and yelled the hardest, unlike my man who almost lost his voice from shouting and chanting “Manny! Manny! Manny!” like the rest of the crowd, but Manny Pacquiao’s win made me feel extra proud about being a Filipino.