• About one week ago my whole house was expecting about 36 minutes worth of blood, sweat, and tears as two of the boxing world's most anticipated fighters battle it out in Las Vegas for the IBO title. That didnt include the commercials, the two fighters sitting in their corners in between rounds, and the usual screaming of events from the congressman who was reporting it live, as per usual, because it's freakin' expensive to get pay-per-view here.

    I didn't expect Ricky "Hitman" Hatton to go down during the second round much more than Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao to win. Devastating. Shocking. Probably the best thing I saw in boxing so far.

    Okay, so I rooted for Pacquiao. So what? I was expecting a loss since, well, I just thought it was all for the money. It kinda was, seeing as a lot of people bet on a knockout well into the third and fifth rounds in favor of Pacman, and they all lost even if Pacquiao won. I was actually incredibly stunned when Ricky fell twice, twice, during the opening round alone.

    And that wasn't the end of it. The Hitman was desperately clinging on during the second round. For one thing, I think Manny got tired of the clinching, so he went all-out. A single left blow and, bam, Hatton was on the floor, unconcious, and Manny prayed. The referee took one look, in fact he just kinda turned his head around, before signaling, "It's over."

    To think I ordered a pizza just 15 minutes before the fight.

    It was like the Chi symbol in Madison Square. One moment everything was inaudible because the British were singing "There's only One Ricky Hatton", and the other side watched silently. Next thing you know everything was inaudible as the Pacquiao supporters screamed indistinguishable words while the Brits stood with mouths wide open watching their hero being checked by doctors while still sprawled on the floor.

    I saw sweat, I saw tears, I even heard that Manny's mother was in his hotel still praying. I never saw the blood. It was too quick, to decisive, almost an act. But it was the greatest fight since Pacqiao-Morales.

    The "New Ricky Hatton" didn't stand a chance against "The People's Champ". In a way, Mayweather Sr. was right. Pacquiao was never the same after May 2, 2009. He's now the Filipino boxer with 5 belts in different weight divisions, and undoubtedly the best boxer in the world.

    Now all we have to do is wait for Mayweather Jr. to extinguish Manny's flames. Of course that may never happen, but who knows.

    You can't call that a fight. you definitely can't call anything stopped 2min59sec into the second round a fight. I called that boxing.

    Now if I can just finish the pizza before it spoils. 4laugh