Electricity was back in the homestead Saturday afternoon. Yes, in time for the Pacquiao-Morales Grand Finale like what SORECO II promised us. The Gamats were in pandemonic glee we were all squinting our eyes in front of the tube since Saturday night, the sudden bright light was a shock to our eyes that survived the “darkness” for the last month-and-a-half.

Sunday was when the world stopped revolving under Philippine skies and I guess under any other ground where a Filipino stands.

3 rounds. Only. I was screaming for Morales to get out of the ring and out of the Pacman’s fast and strong punches. Naawa talaga ako kay El Terrible.

Pacman’s punches were like lightning, you don’t know where they’re coming from.

Nakakaiyak sa tuwa. Promise. (Magkano kaya ang ma-n-netto ni Manny Pacquiao sa $3M na prize money?)

Pacman…you are THE MAN.

Bow.

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Read: Manila Bulletin Online.

[Sorry INQ7.net, your website is taking forever to download from my end here!] ;-)