LAS VEGAS–It?s that special time of year again in the Marley household. I am leaving Vegas in a few hours proudly wearing my Pacquia-Marquez baseball cap, which goes just swell with my ?Let?s Get Ready To Stumble?? St. Patrick?s Day tee-shirt.
No green beer ever Come Monday, we will hear the familiar chant of ?Erin Go Braless? all around the world as, for one day, black, white, brown, red and yellow people all wear the shamrock and those stupid ?Kiss Me I?m Irish? jerseys.
Green hats ok, green beer never.
I have decided that all Pinoys, including Megamanny, are honorary Irishmen for Monday at least and ditto for all the great Mexican people, especially Juan Manuel O?Marquez.
If you love great boxing, great adult bevvies and, of course, your pulse beats faster in the presence of a gorgeous Pinay or Mexican woman, well you don?t have to kiss anyone?s shillelagh. You are part Irish.
Before I run to the airport, with our blanket coverage of Pacman-Marquez continuing around the clock and also more of our look to the inevitable MP-JMM III bout, let me riddle you this: why is Manny McPacquiao like Saint Patrick himself.
Give up? It?s easy.
The Great Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland.
Pacquaio is trying to drive the snakes out of Ireland.
With the notable exception, naturally, of boxing?s oldest and meanest Snake, his promoter Robert Arum.
Hey, yesterday I was Pinoy but I was lying.
Today, I am telling the truth. I?m American Irish or Irish American .
Drink up, you hooligans or, as we call them in my neighborhood of White Harlem, hoolies.
Top of the morning to one and all and the rest of the day to your White Gorilla.
