Filipino Pride

I don't like boxing! It's such a totally brutal sport but last night I found myself caught up with my family's excitement. Here's what happened. Late afternoon yesterday, the kids and I went to Rischl's (my god-daughter/cousin) house to celebrate her 26th birthday. She ordered the De La Hoya vs Pacquiao pay per-view boxing match to attract the older crowd. The party started normal enough ... food not quite ready, people coming in late, socializing and catching up. But it turned out that the star of the night was Pacquiao. "The Dream Match" started around 8pm and there we all were in the family room in front of the huge big screen TV, eyes focused, heart racing, ... true Filipino pride so thick you can cut it with a knife! So bummed that I didn't take a picture because that room was literally wall-to-wall full of people. Anywho, I had no intention of watching it but I heard the Filipino national anthem and the lady singing the song wore a traditional mestiza dress. I felt it! That kind of pride one gets at an Olympic game. Well, I watched up to the 4th round. The kids got too sleepy and difficult so we headed home. Come to find out some minutes later that Pacquiao was declared the winner after the 6th round. AaaaaHHH! I missed it!!!!

Richie and Steven
Birthday girl!