I commend Manny's win in his fight with Morales yesterday. He exhibited a sense of courage and bravery and I think both boxers did (imagine being punched several times, aww!)... I admire Manny's dedication of his fight to God and his country while Morales offered his for himself first and next comes his motherland... That was a true Filipino at heart. Albeit, I really find it funny that all of us makes a stage drama out of this (picture Mike Arroyo going up the stage after the fight and Gloria callling and...) Yes, Manny brought us, Filipinos, glory... but sadly in a very unfortunate way... in a blood-stricken sport. We do take pride in all this? Manny sure can! He was the one who literally rolled with the punches while the rest of us ogled at our television screens waiting for that TKO in Round 10. And after that, we celebrated! Why? Because we have proven to the world that we are good! Hell, Manny did! We haven't. We are still the same poverty-stricken nation that we are. After yesterday, where are we? Well, we certainly are still beaming with pride now. I give it two weeks and then that surge of adrenaline we call nationalism is back on the drain again.
Poor us. Living in the four corners of boxing arenas -- yeah... truly a pride to punch someone until he's down to his knees and then thinking that we conquered the world. And then after that one hour, boy, we are happy! And happier are those who have already collected the gains on their bets. Amen.
