Mom and bro heard mass at 6AM today. The chapel was unusually crowded, she said.
Probably the folks bought 8AM tickets to watch the bout at the nearby cinema.
Me, I went to church at 7:30AM, ate breakfast then slept again.
Only to be roused by Kyla's voice echoing the last four lines of the national anthem at 1PM.
At least she got the lyrics right.
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Ever since I was a kid, I loved watching boxing matches on TV. Whether it would be Lewis on TV or Espinosa, I'd sit on the couch with my folks and cheer (or jeer) on.
Today, though it would be a sort of a holiday in the household, watching boxing felt different.
Boxing commentaries today are a far cry from what it was then.
Call me mean, but really I'd prefer hearing the original commentators give a blow-by-blow account of the bout.
I cringe every time I hear Quinito's voice. Too biased. Just like how he does his commentary when Alaska battles it out with whatever team in the PBA.
Their scorecards aren't right, either. By my scorecard, Barrera would have won more than 2 out of the 12 rounds (this after asking my dad of the results and then watching on TV how it happened -- feeling expert). But of course Pacman wins this one, with or without the minus-one-point from the Babyface Assassin.
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Barrera, Babyface Assassin?
Dela Hoya, during his prime, was a lot cuter, in my opinion.
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Quinito: Pacquiao has a lot of respect for his opponent.
Me: WTF?! It's a boxing match, for crying out loud! You don't respect the dude, you punch 'im in the face! Jab-straight combo! Haller!
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It's always been said that if Pacquiao is in the ring, there is no traffic jam, and there's zero-crime rate in the country.
If that was the case, hope he had a bout everyday.
