There were three components to last Saturday night's fight: Manny Pacquiao, the champion; Joshua Clottey, the challenger; and the Dallas Cowboys Stadium, the chamber. And by far the star of the show was the $1.2 billion Stadium, a stadium so big it inspired the thought, "Think what God could have built if He had the money."
With an enormous crowd of 51,000 acting like youngsters suffering from a severe case of green-apple colic, hollering and screaming every at every image shown on the giant overhead screen and even participating in the first "Wave" ever seen at a boxing event, the fight lived up to its billing as "The Event."
Unfortunately, the fight did not live up to its billing as a fight. For Clottey, partial to a single orthodoxy, played a game of fistic peek-a-boo, almost with a disinclination to throw a punch for fear of opening himself up, leaving Pacquiao to play patty-cake with Clottey's gloves.
With the competitive part of the fight over by the first round, Pacquiao continued to wage a one-man assault on Clottey and his gloves, throwing punches with a dismal monotony and startling variety --even, in the fourth, bored with pounding Clottey's gloves, throwing a double head clap to Clottey's ears in the manner of Filippino movie hero Fernanado Boe Jr., but which to American fight fans looked like a Three Stooges move without a "Yuk! Yuk!" accompanying his twofer punch.
As round-after-round went by, it was more of the same, much like the watering of last year's crops, Pacquiao continuing his torrent of blows, almost as if it were boxing's version of fungo practice--sometimes altering his punches to the gloves with shots to the body--and Clottey occasionally answering with a right hand lead even though his corner was pleading with him to "open up," to use his jab. To do something, anything.
Almost as if following Willie Pep's comment when he was once asked why he hadn't put his opponent away but instead went the whole 15 rounds and saying, "The fans paid to see me fight 15 rounds," Clottey looked for all the world as if he intended to continue his passive resistance for the entire fight. But finally, in the tenth, having hoped to tire Pacquiao out and finding that his strategy wasn't working, Clottey opened up, throwing uppercuts and flurries, even hurting Pacquiao in the 11th and welting his face.
But Clottey's efforts were too little, too late as the scorecards--which had registered "ditto" and "ibid" for almost ever round in Pacquiao's favor (one giving him all 12 rounds)--attested to his dominating performance, giving him a unanimous decision.
Now if Pacquiao can find some time between his run for Philippine Congress and his karaoke concerts and Floyd Mayweather Jr. can look as good against Sugar Shane Mosley as Pacquiao did against Clottey, we can hopefully, in the immortal words of referee Mills Lane, "get it on" with the fight everybody is anticipating: The Manny Pacqiuiao-Floyd Mayweather Jr. fight. That is, if Floyd can somehow come off his unreasonable demands for blood testing.
With the competitive part of the fight over by the first round, Pacquiao continued to wage a one-man assault on Clottey and his gloves, throwing punches with a dismal monotony and startling variety...
Posted 12:00 AM | Mar 16, 2010
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