BLEACHERS BREW EST. MAY 2006

Someone asked me how my blog and newspaper column came to be titled "Bleachers Brew". It's like this, it's an amalgam of sorts of two things: The bleachers area in the stadium/arena where I used to sit when I would watch baseball, football, and basketball games and Miles Davis' great jazz album Bitches Brew. That's how it got culled together. I originally planned on calling it "The View from the Big Chair" that is a nod to Tears For Fear's second album, Songs from the Big Chair. So there.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Manny Superlatives


One can make a case for David Diaz being overmatched. Maybe, but he was a world champion so that has to count. Emphasis on was.

Manny Pacquiao was simply awesome. He is the scourge of Mexican boxing where he has been taking names as a result, he is now and forevermore el terrible, dangerous, and dinamita all rolled into one. Though he can never be called the baby-faced assassin. Pacman is fine, thank you.

Manny Pacquiao is about dreams of glory and in a bleak time of never-ending price increases and disasters. He's exploits may be in the ring but he does more than that. And he has the right amount of compassion for what boxer have you seen tries to help up the fallen?

He may not be perfect but he is awesome.

Man, he met the Boston Celtics. Damn.

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