Win then go home: Manny Pacquiao’s greatest gift may not be in the ring

As much as I love Manny Pacquiao,  I hope he finally comes to his senses and ends it all this Saturday night with yet another title fight, this time  against Antonio Margarito.

After all, the Pacman has to save his energies for his day job in the Philippine Congress, and his real passion in life—leadership.

Note I said leadership, which is not politics, necessarily.

Yes, congress is all about politics, but Manny’s gift goes beyond that. He’s got the most important trait for a leader: charisma. People follow and listen. This is something that can be developed, hopefully, for positive purposes. But it is Manny’s true gift. His fists may have brought him fame, but his real talent goes beyond the ring.

Like Obama did in 2008, there’s something about Pacquiao that inspires hope.

Perhaps it’s the back story that creates such a foundation for a mythic life.  You know, the hardscrabble upbringing, the tale of a street kid in Manila who turns to boxing to help feed his family.  Boxing discovered and nurtured his talent to the point where he is now the PPP (pound for pound) champion , and the most intriguing fighter in boxing.

Why stop there?

Because there is a life after boxing, and to preserve it, there’s no better way than to end the pugilistic phase at the top.

The Margarito fight is not going to be easy.  No Palooka, he’s bigger, maybe stronger, than Pacquaio.

On his HBO reality show, Pacquiao keeps smiling and says his speed will win out over Margarito.  And manager Freddie Roach says they’ll be making sure Margarito doesn’t cheat as he has in the past when Margarito’swraps had what I call  “punch enhancers.”

But then what do they do about the simple fact that Margarito seems to want this one more.  He’s on a comeback.  He’s looking for redemption. Hunger? Margarito has it.

For Pacquiao, being hungry and staying motivated does seem to have been a problem during his training sessions.

Reports from his camp showed that the regimen was not as rigorous nor as hard as it was for Pacquiao’s previous title fights.

Even Pacquiao’s manager Freddie Roach was expressing disappointment in news stories about how things were going in the Pacman’s training camp in Baguio and then in Los Angeles.

Once in the U.S., there were more distractions. As a Philippine Congressman, the champ was sought by no less a figure than Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid of Nevada to help with Reid’s excruciating battle against Tea Party upstart Sharon Angle.

Pacquiao actually broke camp to go to Vegas to rally Filipinos and other Asian Americans and minorities for the embattled democratic leader Reid.

And here is where Pacquiao’s value soared. The champ visiting Vegas in the final days before the midterm election helped Reid solidify his Asian American support.  According to CNN exit polls, Asian Americans, just 4 percent of the overall electorate, gave Reid 79 percent of their vote. Angle got just 19 percent.

The 79 percent from the Asian Americans was larger than the black vote for Reid (78 percent), and the Latino vote for Reid (68percent). Together it was enough to assure Reid’s job in the Democrat’s midterm nightmare.

Manny magic?  It definitely helped. When Reid was in trouble, Manny was called. He delivered.

On Saturday, he could deliver again.

An 8th crown in 8 weight divisions. ( I think he’ll outpoint but not knockout Margarito).

But if Pacquiao dominates, soon the talk will be whether he goes up to Middleweight and fights the winner of next week’s Sergio Martinez/Paul Williams fight.  (Forget about Mayweather, race baiter and poseur).  Are you ready for nine crowns in nine divisions?

But is that where Pacquiao’s  charisma and leadership are best suited?

All you have to see is an image of an addled Muhammad Ali in a wheelchair to know you can’t leave boxing too soon. Nor should you keep doing it, just for the money.

We shall see on Saturday if Manny’s heart is still in the game.

Bill Maher’s “Tugabo” boo-boo on Maj.Gen. Anthony Taguba’s American Filipino name

Bill Maher on his “Real Time” show was making a good point. In his end of show rant, Maher was talking about how George W. Bush was a war criminal.

And to back it up he referred to the 2004 Army investigation on Abu Ghraib led by Major General Anthony Taguba.

Only Maher said his name, “Tugaboo.”

Maybe he thought it made for a funnier punch-line?

Not funny. Honest mistake or not.

Maher should figure there’d be a lot of American Filipinos watching the cable channel these days with the reality series on Manny Pacquiao currently running and plugging the fight this weekend.

Pacquiao is one of the few Filipinos who ever merits a mention on mainstream TV. Sunday was a coup for Pacquiao with a huge piece on “60 Minutes.”

But do you think people would be upset if Maher pronounced Manny’s surname “Pac-kwee-ay-oh.”  (Maybe to rhyme with the Harry Belafonte song)?

Taguba is another one of the community’s big names. The general  took on one of the biggest scandals in the Iraq war with honesty and courage. And for that he was forced into early retirement.

I’ve met Taguba, a smart and honest man. And I know he wouldn’t press this. But to have his name brought up to make a point, only to be then be mispronounced and butchered so badly is sad.

Taguba  should be more of a hero to all the U.S., and not just to American Filipinos.

And they should not only remember his name but pronounce it correctly.

Taguba.

An American Filipino name.

Emil Guillermo: Check out my new blog on the AALDEF site…

It’s my privilege to associate with the  Asian American Legal Defense and Education Fund, in starting a new blog on Asian American issues and concerns. 

http://aaldef.org/blog/on-california-nikki-haley-and-identity-politics.html

I’ll still go “Amok” here, of course, but check out the blog and see what AALDEF is doing for the broader Asian American community.

This is the first time I’ve written under the masthead of a non-profit not focused strictly on journalism.  But just as I did on op-ed pages for other publications, AALDEF has given me the independence to post my opinions on the news as I see it. 

I hope you enjoy the posts there as much as you like the assorted posts here at Amok.com.

The San Francisco Giants parade and ceremony: Otherworldly

Any mass gathering like the Giants parade on Wednesday is all about size and color, to use John Stewart’s benchmarks.

Color? Orange and black, baby. But really, it was all colors. Is there a more diverse fan base in the universe. I saw blacks,Latinos, Asians, Filipinos, young, old, straight, gay, disabled.  (A Filipino woman in a wheelchair asked me to take a picture of the empty chair Tim Lincecum sat in).

It wasn’t an all-white or all male crowd. It was a living mirror of the Bay Area.

When it comes to size, the parade was Woodstockian. Half-a million strong? It moved and snaked, then settled at the Civic Center where to me it felt like the the Obama Inaugural–but about 60 degrees warmer.

The warmth, the love, the smiles. It was perfect for Giants fans. It was even good if you weren’t a Giants fan. People were just  happy. Work was stopped. Teachers played hooky. Muni was free

But the bottom line, after all these years, there was real joy in Mudville.

That wasn’t the general feeling of the day after a dismal mid-term election when the mandate of 2008 got neutered and the country was sent into a two-year phase of gridlock.

So I was looking forward to the spectacle as anti-dote. Sure enough, Gavin Newsom, who had real reason to celebrate the day after winning the Lt. Gov’s race, had the sense not to gloat and to recognize it was time for the politicians “to step out of the way to restore a sense of pride and joy to the city.” 

So why was Gov.Arnold Schwarzenegger there?  He was treated like a Dodger, naturally.And a politician. New governor, Jerry Brown, native son, and another victor from the night before, should have been there.

Then on came the Giants. They just had to walk on and stay awhile to bask in the crowd’s admiration.

Speeches? That’s the politicians’ downfall. Baseball players are not as articulate in front of the mike as you’d hope. They perform at genius level on the field. Far from great wits or raconteurs, they can lead a cheer,however. On this day gargantuan cheers were all that was necessary.

One by one the mike exposed the ordinariness of our champions.  So it was great that the speaking was kept short. Only Brian Wilson and his beard shtick sustained some interest.  Buster Posey was also thoughtful. He wanted to win it all again.

But Aubrey Huff knew what to say and do. He revealed his heralded rally thong.

I have issues about lucky underwear having had a few pair. I did wash mine during the World Series to the chagrin of  superstitious friends . I told them it’s lucky underwear. Not lucky dirt.

I was not close enough to check Huff’s hygiene. But he did produce the thong for all to see, our championship amulet.

When “I left my heart in San Francisco” played, it was all over, just  like it is after a game at the stadium.

People stayed on wanting more. These are tough times,after all.  True joy is in short supply.

But the Giants had left the stage and now it was time for the memories to take over.

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