Sometimes you have to think the unthinkable?.
So I am thinking what if Manny Pacquiao had never hooked up with his perfect fit like a glove trainer and mentor, Coach Freddie Roach?
What if?then the illustrious Pacman would be like?.
Peanut butter without jelly.
Lewis without Martin.
The Rat Pack without Sammy Davis Jr.
Muhammad Ali without Angelo Dundee in his corner.
Salt but no pepper.
Or, in the Old School rap world, Salt without her sidekick, Pepa.
Beaver Cleaver without older brother Wally.
Ferdinand minus Imelda.
Imedla without any expensive shoes.
Ray Robinson without his Sugar.
Ditto for Ray Leonard who wouldn?t be so sweet.
Marvin Hagler who wouldn?t be Marvelous.
Paris Hilton and no papparazi.
Bill without Hill, the Clintons of course.
Steak with no sauce.
Fries that aren?t French.
Rolling Stones without Keith Richards.
The Beatles as the Fab Three going without Ringo.
The original Supremes but no Diana Ross.
?Soul Train? without Don Cornelius telling you ?it?s gonna be a stone gas? on this week?s show.
Like Gen. MacArthur never saying, “I shall return!”
Sly without the Family Stone.
Tinkers to Evers but no Chance to complete the triple play.
Stooges Moe and Larry but no Curley.
As if Brooklyn never had the Dodgers.
Like Jell-O without the ?o,? so it really wouldn?t jell.
Like ABC?s ?Monday Night Football? without Howard Cosell stirring up the booth.
Like Tricky Dick Nixon sans Watergate.
Like America without Washington, DC.
Like pancakes without maple syrup.
Like a poem without a rhyme. (See ?From Bad To Verse,? new book of collected works of Floyd Mayweather Sr.)
Like the Follies Berger without breasts.
Like Ara but no Mina. or Marylin minus Monroe.
Like the glorious city of Rome without the Coliseum.
Like Paris without the month of April.
Like Ireland deprived of Guinness.
Like a single, forlorn pair. Pairs should be in pairs.
Alphonse without Gaston.
Don Drysdale but no Sandy Koufax.
Willie Mays but no Say Hey.
Ted Williams without his bat.
Anita Baker without a love song.
JFK without Jackie at his side.
Barry White with a high-pitched voice.
Abbott but no Costello.
Abe Lincoln without the beard and the stovepipe hat.
Like a two base hit not being officially known as a double.
Roach and Pacquiao, Pacquiao and Roach.
That?s boxing?s double play.
Now I finally understand that old saying.
It takes two to tango.
No Manny, no tango. No Coach Roach, no tango.
Taken together, awesome tango.
These guys go together like ham and cheese.
