What makes a great fist-fighter greater? What makes him the greatest? In the case of Manny Pacquiao, it?s so many things put together like Pablo Picasso?s Guernica drawn by the fists of the Filipino. The brutality of war danced wickedly on the canvas, for professional pugilism is war. No mistake about it. Somewhere you saw the scrub-faced Filipino?s gift for speed and slaughter, the smash of skull and bones, the near lifeless rubble of the world?s once invincible featherweight champion. Death has a cacophony of exploding fists and exploding bodies. That was my impression of the Manny Pacquiao-Marco Antonio Barrera at the Alamodome in San Antonio, Texas, last Saturday evening.
