December 9, 2012 was supposed to be a day to celebrate. Though it was just an ordinary day not any different from all the other sundays, this day was meant to be spent with the whole family. For years, it has become short of a tradition for our family to get together, though at uncertain times of the year. There came times when we would have this twice or even thrice within a year. I know thrice is a little too frequent for the occasional annual reunion but, for one, it is not the usual annual reunion and what's more strange is that nobody is complaining. In fact we were all looking forward to every one of these special days. There would be food, drinks and beer, a lot of beer. Need i say more to describe how special this day is? After all, this is a day of celebration for what my whole family has perceived as our own brand of a hero. This is a day of celebration for our modern day national hero- Manny Pacquiao. For years, he has brought together our family who on the other hand cant find a reason substantial enough to leave the comfort of our own houses. I know we are not the only family who has had this for an unofficial tradition, i know most of the country does, i know some of you can personally attest to this first hand. How many of you have had their sundays put to a stop just because their favorite sport icon is having a game? I know i did as do the rest of my family and ill bet the whole nation.
More than sunday after sunday, victory after victory, it was celebration after celebration and well-spent family day after another. That is what the Pacman has brought upon the us in every one of his fights. Countless times we have rejoiced and countless times he had brought upon us a feeling of pride for being a Filipino, countless times of pride and sense of belonging in the world, all because of the feeling of association with the fighter of the decade, the boxing hall-of-famer, the pound-for-pound king. Countless times of joy even with that last controversial loss. Who would have not felt like this for the greatest athlete ever to be born from this valiant brown race? This inexplicable race who would even place their bets on their hero's opponents and eventually find joy from loosing their bets. Now how sardonic can that get?
This day was supposed to be special. This day, winning a bet never felt this devastating. In fact it shouldnt have felt bad at all. This day i almost cried for somebody whom i havent even met, who doesnt even know my name. This day i found Manny Pacquiao lose by knockout. This day my heart got broken but so did everybody else. This day my sense of paragraph coherence was lost but so did my sisters and nieces and their other halves were at a lost for words. So then again, this day is special after all as this day, i, my family, your family and the entire nation is one again in celebrating what has become the Manny Pacquiao legacy - joining Filipino families together.
This day, you and i shared the same sentiment. This day i almost cried. Did you too?
MABUHAY KA PAMBANSANG KAMAO!!