Wednesday, November 22, 2006
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
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The first time HBO showed Erik Morales inside his locker room for their "grand finale" fight, I knew he wouldn't be able to beat Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao. He was so skinny, as rawboned as an African refugee. He was definitely not the same warrior who had fought Pacman in their rematch last January. He was just a shadow of his former self. There was no way he could beat Pacman with that body. No way.
Rumor had it that right after Morales tipped the scales at 129 lbs in their official weigh-in two days before their fight, he feasted on food like there is no tomorrow and almost drowned himself drinking fluids---enough proofs of how dehydrated and empty his body was. Indeed, he really had taken his diet program seriously just to make the weight. It turned out to be successful---except that he had no ample power left as a boxer after finishing the program. And that took its toll on their final fight.
But that shouldn't diminish Pacman's performance. If Morales could give excuses for losing the bout, so could Pacman had he lost the fight. It was reported that Pacman was running a 39 degree Celsius fever and a sore throat during the fight, enough to reduce his strength by considerable percent, let alone the game plan he and his trainer had perfected during his four months of hellish training. Morales would have been a fool if he had still blown his own trumpet after the humiliating knock downs.
In three rounds, Morales' punched to the tune of desperation. Since he knew he wouldn't last that long, I was sure he was after the big lucky blow. Why do you think he used a Cleto Reyes gloves? It was clear he was going for a kill, otherwise he would be grasping his breath for not being able to catch up with Pacman. Did you see how Pacman bravely took Morales' punches? He was like "come on, give your best shots!" Unfortunately, those punches were the best that Morales could throw Pacman with. And it didn't hurt Pacman at all. It didn't. When Morales was knocked down in first round, you wouldn't have to wait for the fat lady to sing before you could say it's over.
Morales bit off more than he could chew — beating Pacman in his prime — in vain.
Goodbye Morales. Thanks for all the boxing sports' greatest moments you shared with us. I'm asking you in a sympathetic fashion, por favor, retire and enjoy life with your family. You should fight no more.
No mas, no mas.
Rumor had it that right after Morales tipped the scales at 129 lbs in their official weigh-in two days before their fight, he feasted on food like there is no tomorrow and almost drowned himself drinking fluids---enough proofs of how dehydrated and empty his body was. Indeed, he really had taken his diet program seriously just to make the weight. It turned out to be successful---except that he had no ample power left as a boxer after finishing the program. And that took its toll on their final fight.
But that shouldn't diminish Pacman's performance. If Morales could give excuses for losing the bout, so could Pacman had he lost the fight. It was reported that Pacman was running a 39 degree Celsius fever and a sore throat during the fight, enough to reduce his strength by considerable percent, let alone the game plan he and his trainer had perfected during his four months of hellish training. Morales would have been a fool if he had still blown his own trumpet after the humiliating knock downs.
In three rounds, Morales' punched to the tune of desperation. Since he knew he wouldn't last that long, I was sure he was after the big lucky blow. Why do you think he used a Cleto Reyes gloves? It was clear he was going for a kill, otherwise he would be grasping his breath for not being able to catch up with Pacman. Did you see how Pacman bravely took Morales' punches? He was like "come on, give your best shots!" Unfortunately, those punches were the best that Morales could throw Pacman with. And it didn't hurt Pacman at all. It didn't. When Morales was knocked down in first round, you wouldn't have to wait for the fat lady to sing before you could say it's over.
Morales bit off more than he could chew — beating Pacman in his prime — in vain.
Goodbye Morales. Thanks for all the boxing sports' greatest moments you shared with us. I'm asking you in a sympathetic fashion, por favor, retire and enjoy life with your family. You should fight no more.
No mas, no mas.
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4 comments:
cleto reyes.... sa ingles ... pero pag si paquiao na ang bumasa... clitoris ang bigkas nya..
hehehe! LOL
Hahahaha! Mirinda! Mirinda! "Thank you for supporting with us" LOL
hehehe.. auz ah.. nkk2wa nmn 2ng blog m0 kuya.. ;))
basta ako nanalo sa pustahan!!! hahahaha sa susunod na laban lalakihan ko na pusta koe! un lang kung meron pang susunod bwahahahahaha!!
Grifter`™
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