Dreaming in Las Vegas

It was called the Dream Match. But how far it was from that. True, Oscar Dela Hoya was my long-time crush a few years back by virtue of a face and a body to die for, and a throw-in of a great personality. I was indeed anticipating the much-awaited bout between him and our dear “Pambansang Kamao (National Fist)”, Manny Pacquiao. In fact, If I had my way (and my cash), I would have booked a hotel near MGM Grand Garden to watch this historic fight, and then try my hands on casinos after….oh just for the experience.

But as luck would have it, I kept on forgetting joining that long queues towards lotto outlets and my budget could only afford me a MLA-BOS-MLA route a week after the so-called Dream Match (Dec 15th to be exact to spend the Christmas holidays with my sister’s family). Indeed that extra trip to Las Vegas still remain a dream at this point. So what to do yesterday? Of course, settle for the TV coverage first, then look for the best online casino second…haha.

On to the fight. O. my O.Dela Hoya, looking different downsized. And old. But I still love him for that sympathetic look, a charisma that stood him out all those glory boxing days. Then I saw Manny, there was this confidence in him that was too infectious, a ferocity that made me fear for my dear Oscar for a few moment. Yet as the fight stretched on to 5 rounds, that few seconds fear for Dela Hoya also extended for such stretch and never waivered since. Of course, even if it was given…I don’t know why I can’t cheer much for Manny. Oscar was too tame for me to do that. But as he kept on receiving the quick and penetrating punches from Pacquiao and rarely punching back, I knew then something is wrong with the advertorial campaign.

That as I expected someone as ferocious and aggressive and young as Manny for this bout, it turned out not really a Dream Match as they said.