We all know who wears the title belts in the Pacquiao family. But who wears the pants?
I always thought Manny Pacquaio, the Pinoy ring king, idol and National Fist, was the king of his own castle, the master of his personal domain, but it appears that I?ve been wrong.
Quickie quiz: name the four opponents who have beaten Megamanny? That?s right four even though one loss doesn?t show in Pacman?s record?yet.
Back when Manny was a stripling, a flimsy flyweight weighing all of 110 pounds, Rustico ?Don?t Call Me Rusty? Torrecampo knocked Pacquiao out in three rounds.
It wasn?t win, lose or Thai when Pacman went later to Thailand and fought. It was just lose as he got knocked out, again in that troublesome third round, by Medgoen ?Don?t Call Me Medwick? Singsurat.
Then there was the close decision loss to Mexican legend Eric Morales. After that, Pacman started knocking off Mexican legends, including Morales, as often as some guys mow their lawns.
The fourth loss came on the domestic front and the winner is Jinkee Pacquaio, wife to Manny and mother of their children.
I say you put this down this way: Jinkee Pacquaio TKO 7.
Why is Pacman, legend outside of his home, now the mouse of his own house? Why has he become the BON inside his domicile? (Boss Of Nothing.)
Look, Lent is over, Easter has come and gone and Pacquaio is still trying to be saintly.
He is totally whipped and he loves it.
No more cocktails with the boys at the juke joints.
He?s thinking of abandoning his trips to his beloved cockfights. Can?t be viewed as a poltically incorrect support of animal abuse, you know.
Manny really is reading Playboy and only looking at the articles!
He goes to Mass more often than his American priest, Fr. Marlon Boef, does.
No, Pacquiao has told the Philippine press that his days of wine, I mean beer and roses, are over. No more carefree social outings.
It?s all work, no more play for Pacman. That makes Jack a dull boy and will make Manny even duller than Jack but it is the case now.
The public does not want a duller than dishwater hero. The public does not want a henpecked Manny.
The public wants Manny ?The Destroyer.? The public wants their Megamanny. The public wants the fearsome ?Mexicutioner.?
But people in Hell want ice water and they don?t get it.
So, you Pacman addicts the world over, like it or lump it. You can clutch the New Manny to your bosom or kick him to the curb.
Say hello to Manny ?Honeydo? Pacquaio, the obedient hubby to Bosswoman Jinkee, Lady of the Manor and all that.
No, the new nickname has nothing to do with the melon. But it is a bit fruity.
It comes from Jinkee?s royal commands as in, ?Honey, do this? and ?honey, do that.? Maybe a similarly-situated Ricardo Lois can share some I?m whipped but I love it tips with Minimanny.
Let?s see if even a clutching crab like Home Reckah Trinidad can find something about Pacquiao to criticize now.
He was an easy target as a sinner. It?s difficult to put the rap on a saint.
Monster of the ring, ball and chain in his own living room.
Say it ain?t so, Honeydo. It’s not too late.
Give yourself a bit of freedom. Turn back into Honeydon’t.
The domestic life you save may be your own.
Don’t let the National Fist turn into the National Doormat.
Otherwise, your lovely wife will keep on singing, “I’m Walking The Floor Over You.”
