First of all, I am no boxing expert and neither do I wish to be one. I just can't help myself but post an entry about the shocking experience yesterday. I was never a fan of boxing because I never liked seeing blood in any sport, but Manny Pacquiao introduced this to me or maybe even to many Filipinos. Even if it certainly looks like a battle of life and death, I've learned to watch live streams with my husband or even exerted effort to wait for the late telecast. What actually helped me somehow "accept" this sport is seeing Pacquaio's reaction every time he defeats his opponent. He never bragged his winnings or jumped with thrill on the ring when he is usually announced as the winner. I even felt his concern especially during the Pacquiao - Hatton fight. He had always defined the truest sense of the word sportsmanship.
When he fell during the third round yesterday, I thought that it's the start of a major turnaround as it may ruin his composure and lose that game eventually. Although it seems like Pacquiao's figure is better than Marquez', the latter is really determined to win this one, thus, full of motivation to bring him down.
The sight of Pacquiao faced down and unmoving when he fell on the 6th round was devastating. I screamed and cried! My tears just kept pouring thinking that he could already be lifeless. When I saw Jinkee crying, I literally felt the pain in her - seeing your husband in that most hated situation. It was a crazy few seconds and all of a sudden I remembered one of Jessica Soho's show that featured one of our local boxers who died on the ring after his fight. When Pacquiao was held, I was still in denial seeing the best pound for pound boxer grasping for his breath. One of the strongest man I know is suddenly helpless.
The sight of Pacquiao faced down and unmoving when he fell on the 6th round was devastating. I screamed and cried! My tears just kept pouring thinking that he could already be lifeless. When I saw Jinkee crying, I literally felt the pain in her - seeing your husband in that most hated situation. It was a crazy few seconds and all of a sudden I remembered one of Jessica Soho's show that featured one of our local boxers who died on the ring after his fight. When Pacquiao was held, I was still in denial seeing the best pound for pound boxer grasping for his breath. One of the strongest man I know is suddenly helpless.
Just like that, his life could have been taken away. Just like that, he could have been a part of history together with that dreadful few seconds. But we are thankful that these are just "have beens" and his condition is now fine. I hope what happened will lead us to a realization that life needs to be valued on top of anything else. One snap is all it takes. This brings back my hate on extreme sports / outdoor activities where life is more often at risk. Sigh.
Needless to say, I am thankful to Manny Pacquiao for bringing pride to the Filipinos all over the world. Win or lose, you'll always be the People's Champ!
p.s. I wish to post some pictures but decided not to. It's just too heavy to see them.
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