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riding one’s jockstraps

January 22nd, 2006 by epoyz

two distinct feelings overwhelmed me after i watched manny pacquiao pummell erik (el vina) morales into a stoppage yesterday. the first one almost made this grown man cry, that of the first thing that manny did when the referee was waving off the contest in favor of him and the filipino people: realizing he just climbed his mountain and almost completely stunned, he walked into a neutral corner, got down on his knees and thanked the Lord. that’s the first thing he did above all, and it deeply moved me. no fist-pumping, “who the champ now?–who the champ now?” whooping it up self-congratulatory shit that most champions indulged in after winning the biggest fight of their lives. fists down, shoulders hunched down, almost as if humbled by the experience, he first thought of giving props to The Big Guy. you always learn a great deal about a person on how he reacts after a victory (and a whole lot more on how one reacts after a loss), and he showed a great deal of class both times. made me real proud that he is my countryman. i really appreciate what he did for our country, and he never got tired of repeating over and over again that this is above personal glory, that he really did this for us. thanks, dude.

the second feeling that surfaced was what i experienced during his interview with brian villoria and quinito henson (or kenny torhenson, as the folks in ESPN call him): in the middle of the interview the first gentleman hands him a phone (which was on speaker) and on the line, of course, is she-who-must-not-be-named-because-wala-lang-chuva.. well, that DID made me cry right there. right then and there i wanted to (warning: not for the squemish, sorry..) throw up, gather my vomit, put it in a glass, drink it and hurl it again. i mean, dear God, make it stop. come on, now, they’re riding our country’s hero like he was zorro’s steed. ever notice how whenever something good happens to this country (the SEAGames, the peso gaining on the dollar, our country’s boxing stellar international showing..) you inevitably hear these four sweet words: Let’s Forget About Politics. they’re all the same, all the senators and mayors and governors and congressmen those currently installed in power who watched the fight and went on TV, proclaiming the same shit: let’s be united as a country, just celebrate and forget about politics. yup, like everything’s just fine.

how about being vigilant while were being united, then? what’s wrong with that? why can’t we follow pacquiao’s example that when we work hard within ourselves we can achieve great things? that within a unity of purpose therein lies greatness and salvation? woooow, drama… but seriously: are we going to let all the past servings of shit slide because we opened a can of whoopass on the mexicans and their boxers? para naman tayong tanga nun, nanalo lang si pacquiao kakalimutan na natin na marami pa tayo kailangang ayusin. forget about politics? fuck no.

right now pacquiao’s success buys the administration precious time and fodder to continue basking in power. hey, never mind the poor folks being driven to the ground because of those who abuse power, right? we’re boxing powerhouses once again, and all is good. funny word, Fodder, as in food the administration will continue to feed their livestock who toil for them, and fodder as in the way manny pacquiao seem to be regarded by this country’s politicians. manny pacquiao, maybe the greatest boxing champion this country has ever produced, may also go down in history as the most used for a specific purpose: a distraction to divert the attention of a people in trouble.

ya-hoo.

and i ain’t buying ramos’s shit either.

“hoy, alam ko na eddie
hoy alam ko na eddie
hoy alam ko na eddie ang totoo..

hoy alam ko na eddie
hoy alam ko na eddie
matagal mo na kaming niloloko!”

-”Kung Alam Mo Lang, Violy”, Gary Granada

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