Whiners and Losers

Roger’s loss, though painful, should only make him appreciate the game of tennis more because while he may proclaim himself to be the king of the mountain, obviously when it comes to dirt, Nadal reigns supreme. Had he won Sunday nights French Open final, there would be nothing left for him to prove. Right now, he can hem and haw and shout to everyone that he’s the best player in the world and while folks like myself would actually agree with him, there will always be that nagging feeling behind every tennis fans’ head because Roger has yet to win the French. And I think that’s something that will be eating him too. As far as Roger is concerned the French will be either be his Waterloo or his Holy Grail.

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I was rooting for Bobby not because he’s Manny Pacquiao’s younger brother but because he’s in a rather unenviable position. This has always been the case for those who have more popular and successful siblings. And this is especially so for Bobby. How in the world can Bobby shine when his brother’s achievements casts such a huge shadow over him. Will he be able to emerge from relative obscurity and create a formidable shadow himself?

Last Sunday’s fight against Humberto Soto was supposed to be his coming out party and he knew it. It was to be his defining fight. He came out swinging and game and displayed a warrior’s spirit. Had he won, he would most definitely be considered one of his weight division’s elite (a division which unfortunately also includes his brother). Unfortunately for him, Soto was up to the task. Bobby got kayoed in the seventh round. He sat in the corner, his back facing Soto while the referree counted him out. It was a pitiful sight, really. I do not know if he will be able to bounce back from that defeat. He’s pretty much damaged goods now.

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I like Zab Judah because I think I am *ahem* like him in more ways than one(I’m not gonna explain why). Zab is a brilliant boxer with out-of-this-world talent. His speed and power is up there with the best in the world. The only thing about him is that he is such a fucking drama queen. He feels unappreciated and he would bring that drama crap wherever he goes, even on top of the ring.

Well, who could appreciate a boxer who would get your hopes up by displaying his brilliant skills in the first three rounds and then disintegrate after that (although Miguel Cotto–that monster from Puerto Rico–had a lot to do with that disintegration)? What boxer would have a delayed reaction to a low blow & then writhe on floor as if begging the referree to disqualify his opponent? Another drama on the ring that only Zab can pull off.

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I suck at losing (I think I’ve already mentioned this). Even if it’s vicarious. I got drunk at Packo’s bar last Sunday night watching Roger wasting away from Nadal’s onslaught. The alcohol only fuelled my depression as Roger kept scrambling after Rafa’s unbelievable top spins. I got too depressed that I didn’t want to get up the following morning. When I finally did, I was coughing like mad. I stayed in my room the entire day watching animes.

I wonder how Roger is feeling at this moment. Rafa gave him an opening at Hamburg, then slammed the door shut in Roger’s face at the French. That couldn’t be easy for him. He must be full of what-if’s right now.

Oh well, thank God for Wimbledon, hopefully Roger will give Rafa a royal spanking on that surface.

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It was reported that Manny got so pissed watching Bobby getting mauled by Humberto Sotto that he wants to fight him even without a purse. He even went so far as to say that he would give his purse to him just so he can avenge Bobby’s beating. All bark I think. Manny can say all he wants but at the end of the day, it will still be his manager, good ole Uncle Bob who will decide.

But it would be a hell of a fight if it happens. Or should I say, when it happens.