We promised to publish Manny Pacquiao?s letter of apology. Here it is:
Ginoong Teddy Benigno,
Magandang araw po. Nais ko pong muling humingi sa inyo ng paumanhin sa pangyayari noong isang Lunes. Sobrang nahihiya po ako sa inyo dahil iniidolo ko po kayo at lagi ko pong binabasa ang inyong mga komentaryo kaya talaga pong doble and hiya na nararamdaman ko.
Maraming salamat po at binigyan ninyo ako ng pagkakataon na mag-isplika sa inyo. At nais ko rin pong magpasalamat sa inyong magandang hangarin na matulungan ako sa pag-ayos sa mga problema ko.
Maraming salamat po!
Ang inyong lingkod,
Manny Pacquiao * * * I thought he had been permanently locked up in a nuthouse, this now sorry excuse for a fist-fighter, Mike Tyson. He was fistiana?s terror in the old days, a mountain boulder who took the shape of a man, put on boxing gloves and proceeded to knock out everybody in sight. That is until Iron Mike got terribly spoiled, stopped training, stuffed himself with nothing but ego and set up a personal record for raping women, including his wife or wives. And bouncing off anybody who dared accost him in a night spot.
Of course, Mike Tyson landed in jail several times, each time promising he would reform only to end up the same old tattooed ring brat. And each time, he would end up in worse shape than before, a stumblebum who spent all his earnings on booze, women and good time. He was finished long before his time, and got laid and larruped by a bunch of mediocrities he could have kayoed in his golden days just by staring at them.
Now we understand Tyson will make his comeback in Washington June 11 against Johnson McBride, a journeyman to be sure, a pugilistic flapjack. At a press conference, Tyson was seen laughing and enjoying himself hugely, a stark departure from the scowling monster that he was with killer fists to match.
He is right though. Today, prizefighting is at its lowest ebb, particularly the heavyweight division whose last real champion Lennox Lewis never lived up to his billing. But of course Mike is dreaming if he thinks his comeback will bring glory back to boxing. In due time, they will carry him out on a stretcher feet first, mumbling of the good old days when he was actually a homicidal killer and not a pugilist.
One more time, my friend? Yes, one more time. But this time you will land in the mortuary, with nothing to your name but ugly tattoos all over your body.
