By: Iris P. Concepcion
Spunky women always get my attention. I mean, not the bitchiness springing from an upset world, nor a shaking of things within her serene environment.
I refer to frank women with lots of balls hiding behind their ears.
The wife of my VP bet Mar Roxas, the recently prime-time reinstated Korina Sanchez, had written about the 8th Wonder Of The World, Manny Pacquiao. She took offense over the issue of Pacquiao's coach being hit for his Parkinson's disease. She scribbled that she hoped Margarito shall quiver (he got knocked silly----as things go) if only for that completely unintelligent remark.
The trainor must be grinning from ear to ear by this time. The lady also wrote that you'd know if the opponent is panicking and you are extremely winning if he already hits you first, personally. Like sizing up the genitals, posting terrible pictures and just spinning your life out of hand. It starts from dishing you out with fear factor remarks and undermining your state.
I wonder how Margarito is faring as a severely bruised person. I do not even know him before this fight. Nobody does in this country. Pacquiao lent credibility to his name. I think it was even unevenly matched. Pacquiao deserved a better-named fighter.
Perhaps, Ms. Sanchez knows more things than I do in terms of news content. I think she was also booted out once in her field of expertise but never said anything. That is what I admire about her husband too. Trained as a gentleman, he took the vice-presidential loss gracefully: he did not even raise a howl nor create an unruly mob to clean his.....well......tarnished name. I said: physical handicap has nothing to do with mental training, nor the capacity of the fighter to fight back in a big, big way.
I would say, look at the papers and be the judge who is truly bitter over this shameful loss after the huge blah of power. Perhaps, wearing pink or tangerine instead of his staple, pirate black shade would make him look meaner.
This guy lost huge. And I presume, nobody would like to hear from him anymore after this fierce battle of the brawn.
Everyone wants to get it head-on with Pacquiao. That is a privilege earned via a commendable track record.
He is the king of the ring and his name brings prestige to the field. As simple as that.
Let the losers sulk, again, again and again.
For when a wail is earned, truth swarms it with a hankie.