Monday, June 30, 2008

It was an awesome yet equally bizarre night in boxing...

Much like every other male Filipinos in the world yesterday, I watched Manny "The Pac-Man" Pacquiao's lightweight title match against eventual loser, David Diaz. The whole of Manila practically stood still because, much like every Sunday when traffic is far less heavy as compared to the usual weekday traffic, yesterday's Sunday traffic was almost non-existent, save for those in front of churches, with very few cars and jeeps plying the road.

And though the intensity of the Pac-Man's fight - or perhaps "demolition job" would be more apt - against Diaz was to be expected, the incidents in last night's undercards clearly weren't. As a matter of fact, you could even say that some of the matches were just plain bizarre. We saw a match with the heavily-bleeding boxer lying down on the canvas being declared the winner, as well as a match where a lumbering giant of a man was floored and conclusively declared the loser just 57 seconds into the first round!

But the night clearly belonged to the Pac-Man, who not only had the entire Filipino people rooting for him, he also had the entire 2008 NBA champions, the Boston Celtics, chering for him.

From the get-go, Pac-Man was on the attack, giving Diaz some combinations to his body as well as some clean shots to his head, opening up a gusher of a cut in the early rounds. Proof enough that Diaz, even with his Mexican blood, is clearly lacking in boxing's technical department .

This was evident on how Diaz ended up being hit far too often to the body and to the head. He ducked and weaved too slowly, his defense was easily penetrable by the Pac-Man's fast fists. But still, you have to give Diaz some props for withstanding the Pac-Man's endless barrage. Diaz may be slow, but his tenacity, his heart, his stamina, can't be denied. Diaz went toe-to-toe against the Pac-Man with so much heart, no one had an inkling he was going down the way he did in the 9th round. Not even Manny Pacquiao, who was probably so surprised and so concerned over Diaz' welfare, the new champion even tried to help pull Diaz up off of the canvas.

The Pac-Man also quashed the adage that old dogs can't learn new tricks because, after 13 years of fighting, the Pac-Man showed off some new skills last night, skills that weren't displayed in his last fight against Juan Manuel Marquez just 3 short months ago. From being just a slugger who depended on his punching power and his dazzling speed, he also showed some fast footwork to go with his fast hands - an issue that I raised that I'm just too happy to have the Pac-Man disprove - and an awareness of the action on the ring that only a very few boxers have had.

The Pac-Man has already achieved so much after so many years of fighting in the ring, last night's turn as the new lightweight champion is really only another golden nugget to add to his greatness.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

It's Fight Time!!!

In just a few hours, it's fight time again for the Pac-Man, Manny Pacquiao, going up against David Diaz for his WBC lightweight title. As you've all probably heard by now, the Pac-Man is going for his fourth title in as many weight divisions, which is no mean feat as no Asian boxer, much less a Filipino, has ever won the championship in four weight divisions. Uh-huh. Not even the much-revered Gabriel "Flash" Elorde - who I was fortunate enough to meet while I was still a kid playing Space Invaders on a table console in his restaurant in his aptly-named Elorde Sports Complex in Sucat, ParaƱaque back in the early '80s - was able to do that. And with Floyd Mayweather's retirement, the Pac-Man is now often touted as being the best fighter in boxing, pound-for-pound.

I do have to ask this, though. Can he go toe-to-toe with Diaz? After all, just a few days ago, it was reported that the Pac-Man was struggling to bring his weight down to the Lightweight division's 130-135 lbs. weight limit. Considering what happened to Erik Morales in their third match after he (Morales) went on a crash diet to meet the weight limit which prompted someone (I forgot who) to say that, after witnessing Morales do his weigh-in a couple of days before the match, that he looked emaciated, could the same happen to Pacquiao? But then again, if you look at the Pac-Man's photo
during the weigh-in a few days ago, the Pac-Man, though not as ripped as before, still has the muscles to show off while playing it cool, as opposed to Diaz' blatant display of bulging biceps and deltoids.

The Pac-Man's fabled speed could also be affected by his increase in weight, which is something that his trainer, Freddie Roach, has even admitted too. And that could certainly mean trouble for Pacquiao.

The Pac-Man's lethal speed and tremedous punching power are the most potent weapons in his boxing arsenal, because it leaves his opponents in a daze and in defensive mode once he unleashes them. Taking away either one, in this case his speed, would leave him - and his moves - predictable and easier to counter and defend against.

It's a good thing that Diaz is known as a slugger because this puts him on an even level with Pacquiao if the match goes down the wire, because if Diaz was a technical boxer like Morales and Marco Antonio Barrera, the Pac-Man could lose the match due to his lack of technical skills. A case in point would be his recent match with Juan Manuel Marquez where boxing analysts said that Marquez should've been the winner and not Pac-Man. And although I'm just an armchair analyst like most of us, I shared their sentiments objectively, although Filipino Pride still had me cheering for the Pac-Man's victory.

Anyway, my match prediction: Pacquiao via a hopefully clear-cut split-decision. Now, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Farewell to a fuckin' funny, motherfucker of a comedian.

When I heard that George Carlin passed away a few days ago, I genuinely felt sad. Because I LOVED George Carlin. He was like the funny and cool grandfather you wish you had. And he was an absolute genius with words and their double meanings. If he was the English teacher I had back in grade school, everyday wouldn't be a damn bore - although I'm sure if the Jesuit priests heard him teach using his unique method, they probably would've thrown him out fast.

I first got to know him as Rufus, Bill & Ted's excellent time-travelling guru. After which, a friend's parents had me listen to a comedy album of his which got me hooked on George Carlin for life. I loved it when he appeared in Kevin Smith's movies because, hey, it's two of my favorite personalities in 1 movie - or 3 (Dogma, Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back, and the forgettable Jersey Girl) in this case. So it was a pleasure to see him in Cars, my daughter Dana's all-time favorite movie (which also happens to be my all-time favorite Pixar movie) because his humor crossed over both our generations.

So George, allow me to say my censored farewell in the non-PC version of your Seven Dirty Words monologue.

I hope you have a fuckin' good time wherever you fuckin' are, you motherfucker. I'll miss your fuckin' humor, you cocksucker, and so will my daughter. I know you don't believe in God so I hope he doesn't piss or shit on you if you ever do see him. We love you, you cunt eatin', tits fuckin', motherfucker.

Monday, June 23, 2008

What is this piece of shit?!

Well, since I already have my own, personal blog that I'd like to keep as sex-free as possible, I thought, "Hey, why not put up another blog where I can talk about the guy-related stuff that I'm really into? You know, like porn, sexy babes, cars, sports and other guy-related shit?!"

Now, I've been posting under my online alter ego - which I won't mention here because I'd like to keep my anonymity online - for years in sex-free forums like as well as in forums that are just oozing with it like and I've also made some contributions to blogs that cater to men, like Mike Chanco's FleshAsiaDaily and Buwayahman's, well, Buwayahman. I've shared my thoughts as well as given some people a piece of my mind in those blogs and forums, so I thought now would be a good time as anytime to get started on my own "Blog for Big Boys." After all, even my own partner, Rachel, thinks I'm the biggest child around.

But I'm not here to emulate those forums and blogs. I'm not here to steal their thunder or try to be their counterpart. I'm simply here to complement their stuff. I'll still be actively posting in those sites, it's just that, at least here in my blog, I can freely express my opinion without having to worry about offending anyone. Because this is my blog, I don't have to apologize to anyone.
In here, I'll be carrying a take-it-or-leave-it attitude, which is how I prefer most things really. So if you can't stand the heat, don't stay in the kitchen.

Now, I'd like to keep this blog as non-sexually-graphic as possible to appease the puritans who might accidentally drop by. But fret not, because since we all know that any normal guy has sex in his mind every other minute, you'll still find some major babeage here in non-sexually-explicit content.

So stay tuned because we'll be having fun shortly!