I have a confession to make. I hate watching burly, sweaty men engage in repetitive, seemingly senseless attempts to beat the living daylights out of each other. That’s why I was never a boxing (and basketball) fan. But thanks to the perpetual advertisements, the amusing arguments by congressmen for trips to Las Vegas and the endless barbs thrown at each other by patriots and traitors to the Filipino race, I was finally hypnotized into standing still with the rest of the nation--- for two whole rounds.
Well that was a whole lot of… How could Hatton disappoint us so? He broke even the hearts of some Filipinos, not the ones who were cheated out of twelve rounds of beer and oily grub (they went on consuming their cholesterol/hypertension feasts while watching the replays) but the ones who really looked highly at Hatton.
I had high expectations of Hatton. I thought that he would finally be the one who could send Filipinos spiraling into hopelessness and reduce a national hero to a 15-minute footnote in history. I felt so bad that he went down so easily and so quickly. By Hatton’s own admission, he got depressed over his loss to Mayweather. I can only imagine how devastated he is right now.
What’s next for Hatton?
I have another confession to make. The hype has taken over my consciousness so deeply that I stayed up till midnight to watch the Pacquiao-Hatton 24/7 documentary special. From the stark contrast between East and West, I’d say Pacquiao will have even tougher challenges to face than Hatton. At least the Hitman can return to his “quiet” (compared to Pacquiao’s) English life. Pacquiao has the tremendous burden of once more having to take upon his shoulders the weight of the hopes and dreams of a long suffering nation. He’d have to carry his cross all the way to Mayweather or (gasp! God forbid) all the way to congress!
Defeating Mayweather or the crocodiles in congress will mean he’ll have lifted us a few inches higher in our own esteem.