The roads are eerily on Sunday. No traffic. Not much people. Crime rate was practically down to zero. No fighting in politics (but not the “politicking”). No, there was no coup or some destabilization plot. There was no war between the military and the rebels. But another war was waged.
‘Twas a war between the Philippines, with Manny Pacquiao, against Mexico, this time represented by Juan Manuel Marquez. Pacman won, although I must say it was by a slim lead. Split decision, 1 point. Still, Marquez was floored in the 3rd round. Crowd roars. Yeahhhhh!As I noted before, no one can deny that Manny has become one, if not the only, unifying element in our country today. There’s no doubt that Manny has attained the status of a legend in boxing history. He carries the Philippine flag and the Filipinos’ hopes in the international stage. He’s an example that those who once had nothing can achieve great things. He’s a reminder that one’s status in life can change with perseverance and hard work. He’s one proud Filipino and he makes us Filipinos proud. (Photo: Official poster for the fight, printed on the tickets.)
