A new low for Juan Manual Marquez

Barely two weeks after his close DEFEAT at the hands of Pinoy pugilists Manny Pacquiao, Marquez recently flew to Manila to appear at ringside on the Invasion Card promoted by Golden Boy Promotions. Though Marquez was received with enthusiasm and friendship from the filipinos and even Pacquiao himself, Marquez proceeded to insists that he won the fight and pressed for a rematch on National Television. This little bit of gamesmanship was nothing but a cheap shot by Marquez and Golden Boy Promotions, there is already a clamor amongst fight fans for a rematch, and all Marquez accomplished was make himself out to be a whiner and an extremely sore loser. It's like Oscar De la Hoya showing up at dancing with the stars and demanding that Floyd Mayweather rematch him, or Ricky Hatton showing up at Wrestlemania to do the same. Marquez, have some class, Marco and Erik would have never acted like this.

The Guns of General Santos

The 13th Round was heralded by the rabid chants of thousands of Filipino and Mexican fans as the two wary protagonists met in the center of the ring. Juan Manuel Marquez gracefully held stance, like the bull fighter from A Sun Also Rises, while Manny Pacquiao played the bull to Marquez's matador. This fight is brilliant because of the stark contrast in styles, unless you're a boxing purest it would be difficult for you to enjoy some of Marquez's other bouts due to his counter punching nature. However, when he gets in the Ring with Manny Pacquiao, he meets a fighter who is unafraid of Marquez's snapping counters, who believes that his power will blast through Marquez's defenses.

It's a pleasure to watch both men succeed in their particular styles, Marquez often had Pacquiao baffled and hesitant, yet Marquez would hit the canvas hard, clutch at the ropes desperately and buckle several times from the force of Pacman's blows. At the end of the night, after 24 hellish rounds, only a mere point separated these two great super featherweights. Clearly Marquez won most of those rounds, but the picture of him picking himself off of the floor time and time again eventually decided this rivalry.

Gone Fishing

Had a great weekend, Jimmy, Pao and I went to a Hmong Youth Group Picnic at Fort De Soto Park. We showed up kind of late; either because we were deathly afraid of meeting a fiery and violent death at the hands of Jimmy's rotor warping brakes, or because of the weekend traffic. Luckily there was still some food left, and we had two or three pieces of Hmong chicken, just like Brenda Song would cook. After that we took our fishing poles and went over to the pier and promptly hooked a few pelicans and some species of aquatic birds, we also caught a mussel and a strange looking crab. With our bait shrimp quickly vanishing and the sun beginning to dip in the horizon, little 4,'9" Pao managed to muscle in a blue runner. After making our lone catch, we called it a day and downed the few beers we had left before going home.