It was a dreary day in northern California on the day of the Manny Pacquiao-Ricky Hatton fight.
It was ironic that the fight was on the same day as the rib cook-off contest that my roommate Andre challenged me to.
Andre and I decided to get the fight, have some friends over, and watch what we thought was going to be a brawl.
When the analysts talked about Manny Pacquiao, I heard, "Best Pound for Pound Fighter."
When the analysts talked about Ricky Hatton, I heard, "45-1. Never lost at 140 lbs."
I thought to myself, we are going to watch a great fight; this has the makings of a classic bout.
What we watched wasn't that; it was just your "garden variety beatdown."
Rickey Hatton didn't have a chance; you could see it in his eyes.
He was already beat after the first knockdown in the opening round, and after the second knockdown, I thought to myself that this was going to be a waste of 50 dollars.
When Ricky Hatton survived the first round bludgeoning at the hands of Manny Pacquiao, I couldn't believe "this fight is going the distance" came out of my mouth during the pre-fight party.
I guess I should have laid off the Patron shots until after the first round.
Manny Pacquiao proved once and for all that he is the best pound for pound fighter in the world.
When he strikes, he is lightning-fast with a mean right jab and a vicious left cross/hook/overhand left.
Ricky Hatton tried to get in close and push Manny Pacquiao around, but the Filipino didn't budge and made Hatton pay.
With one second to go in the second round, Pacquiao threw a left punch that made the crowd in my living room roar in agony and horror.
Hatton went down like a ton of bricks, and he almost immediately started snoring.
I wouldn't have been surprised if Pacquiao broke Hatton's neck.
So, this sets up a collision course between the best pound for pound fighter, Manny Pacquiao and "Pretty Boy" Floyd Mayweather.
If I were Mayweather, I would stay retired because Manny Pacquiao will mutilate you.
As for the rib cook-off, if I had to compare it to the fight we watched, I was Pacquiao and Andre was Hatton.
The roommate didn't stand a chance.
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