So a few days ago, I was approached by an auntie, a mother of, actually forgot that part. Anyways she asked if I was going to watch the Manny Pacquiao fight, always a source of supreme outbursts of irrational, irrelevant, Filipino pride. The guy is a good boxer, I've seen a couple of his matches. She also asked if I was going to represent....uh yeah..that pretty much says it.

Anyways, no one with a coherent mind is oblivious to the fact that once this guy started winning some matches, many Filipinos decided that the new millenium was upon us, that Manny was in fact, Jesus with boxing gloves, and that World War III would be won with this guy's fist. That Jerusalem would be saved by his smile. That this man would show other boxers a thing or 2 about Filipinos other than lumpia, pancit, giving rise to uncles pointing at his opponents; "YOU SEE DAT HAH?! HAH! DAT IS SOME PANSHIET RIGHT THERE PUTANG INA!"

In other words, all of a sudden an ass ton of Filipinos became boxing fans over night. All of a sudden, I would hear would-be experts talk about boxing as if they had known about this all along. Right. So here is an example of what we see everytime a Pacquiao fight is announced, or hell every time you go to an auntie's house with the damn fight on:


Getting warmer? How about this...what if he was black?


Pinoy pride has taught us, that like the election, unfortunately, race is a deciding factor on who people will root for.