pride
The FX driver was fuming.
“Sarap bugbugin ni Hatton! Pumusta-pusta pa naman ako sa hinayupak na yun,” he practically shouted to his captive audience (us poor passengers).
“Puta, second round natulog na agad,” he continued. “Sana ipinang-sabong ko na lang, tangina.”
I had the asshole smile on my face as I muttered under my breath, “buti nga.” Serves you right for betting on the Brit, I thought. I had just seen the live telecast of the Manny Pacquiao-Ricky Hatton fight, and I was still reeling from the excitement of watching a big game with a bunch of real boxing fans, mostly male and middle-aged, some of them flushed after downing a few bottles of beer to psych themselves up for the match.
I’m no boxing aficionado, so I’m not even going to try and rave about how great Pacquiao’s left hook was. But I’ll give you this: I am so going to watch the next Pacquiao fight 
karl kaufman said,
May 4, 2009 at 10:47 pm
Aha! A convert…
jamfired said,
May 4, 2009 at 11:59 pm
Yeah. The rowdy atmosphere helped hehe
karlkaufman said,
May 10, 2009 at 9:32 am
Rowdy atmosphere, you say? Try barrio cockfights. If you’re lucky there’ll be shootings and stabbings, hehe…
stox said,
May 15, 2009 at 5:18 pm
te, pa-update ng link. nag-expire yung old domain ko eh.