A city official smarted by telling me that he conditioned himself to watch a bloody Pacquiao-Mosley tiff because I told all and sundry at TV stations GMA-7 and ABS-CBN that the fight of Filipino Superman would be his toughest compared to his gory outing with Eric Morales (1), and competitive tussle with Juan Manual Marquez.
Although I did tell through the boob tubes the public that the younger Manny Pacquiao will win, the tussle was an outright flop.
My fight with my sister when we were tots were more violent.
I told the official that his frustration was synonymous with those spectators who bought tickets at MGM. They were guys who paid for their hotel accommodations, and who chalked-up a hair raising airplane trips from places as far as the Philippines.
Everybody thought before that the pugilistic encounter would see bloods splattering everywhere from the two warriors, thus bleachers at MGM overflowed that tickets have been sold-out weeks before the fight.
I saw the tiff in two different ways:
First, Manny’s left was too powerful for Shane to absorb, thus Shane’s became a one-left arm pug as he stuck his right glove all night long to his right chin to repel any nuclear-backlash from Pacquiao’s left