Walking in a Pacquaio Wonderland

Would you believe that?

This is what happens when you drink too much and try to get sober in a hurry. You hire a poet who can only speak poetry but not train winners.

Okay, so Floyd Mayweather SR. has trained a number of competent fighters, his son included (get over your feud with Roger the Black Mamba; it's not doing you any good) and Oscar De La Hoya (albeit it was clear that he was already damaged goods). But Ricky Hatton's not one of them.

Absolutely not. He can rhyme, but against Freddie Roach, he sure can't train.

I know you British Hatton, Man City-loving fanboys are going to pounce on me the same way your BJ Penn-crazy counterparts did after I called on him to ride off into Haleakala after his demise to Georges St. Pierre.

But will it really mean anything in the end?

Seriously. Will it?

Your fellow Mancunian got the greatest beatdown of his storied career. By far.

Manny Pacquiao is no Paul Malinaggi. He's no Juan Urango. They'd all face the same fate as Ricky did.

Back down on the canvas, mind and body disillusioned and disconnected beyond all facets of reality.

That's what it all boils down to. A second-round technical knockout.

The plans for next parade followed by more training at Casa Wildcard are in place. Which brings up the question: Are we ready for Pacquiao vs. Mayweather Jr.?

Having another Pacquiao-Marquez fight has just as much mystique and meaning as Pacquiao-Morales III. There's none, except for money that the Pambansang Kamao will donate to rejuvinate his land.

Pacquiao vs. Mayweather could be the next big fight. And it SHOULD BE the NEXT BIG FIGHT.

I probably think that I should credit the Britishers who bothered to come down to the MGM Grand Garden tonight.

It takes guts to bring a glorified oompah-band, and chanters to boot, and to bleed the colors of the Union Jack...all for two rounds that would be best spent watching the matches in Sunderland...or Manchester United hoist another Premier League trophy.

But hey, look on the bright side, Hatton supporters: at least your guys beat Blackburn 3-1 today. And you know what? Go right ahead and take your anger out on those Reds. I follow the Chelsea, and I'm happy with my club sitting in third position.

Anyhow, we here should count the days until the next big pay-per-view blockbuster takes place: where the possibility of both Floyd Mayweathers could be humbled by the same Mexicutioner, the new Hitman of the World: Manny Pacquiao.

And if that's over in one round (god forbid), it seems that the followers of the People's Champion could be walking in a Pacquiao Wonderland for the long haul. But it would be if you asked that question in the Philippines right now.

Why? Because they already are.