Manny Pacquiao's boxing matches against various Mexican opponents have become a yearly affair. Just like last year, I could hear my neighbors' oohs, aahs and inevitably shouts of joy when Manny won the match. Channel 7's delayed telecast was annoying, it had to cram as many commercials as possible in-between the telecasts. Those with tickets inside cinema theatres as well cable subscribers who opted for pay-per-view saw the event in real-time. Astute politicians eager to share in the limelight, made a bee-line to watch the event live in Las Vegas.
And predictably, streets in and around my neighborhood were eerily quiet once again. Not even Trillanes can put the country in a standstill. The only person capable of doing that has gotta be Pacquiao.
As sure as the day is long, Manny will most likely be swamped with commercial endorsements, probably next only to Kris. (By the way, Kris, do you really use that Leandro bags and belts? Have you even tried inhaling that Whiteflower you are promoting?).
Manny, please don't extend the run of your Extreme Magic Sing commercial. I had to dive to get the remote and change channels each time you start bleating on that blasted machine.
As sure as the day is long, Manny will most likely be swamped with commercial endorsements, probably next only to Kris. (By the way, Kris, do you really use that Leandro bags and belts? Have you even tried inhaling that Whiteflower you are promoting?).
Manny, please don't extend the run of your Extreme Magic Sing commercial. I had to dive to get the remote and change channels each time you start bleating on that blasted machine.
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