Pacman, Superman and... don't kill me, man!

I’ve said before that I am neither a boxing nor a Pacquiao fan. But like the next Pinoy, I love seeing my fellow countryman fight for national prestige. And since I never doubted our boy, Manny to win over the now-surely-sore-and-pitiful Oscar Larios, I opted to do something more “strategic” that fateful day Sunday when the whole of Philippines was either glued to the TV or crammed at the Coliseum – I went to the mall.

 

Yep, the smartest thing to do in Manila when there’s a Pacquiao fight is to go out and travel – the traffic is great! Manila roads have never been so clear – it was almost a picture straight out of Twilight Zone!

 

Even the malls, which are usually jammed on a Sunday, were eerie-ly people-free – well, except for me and my friend and a few others… you get what I mean, right?

 

Now, why would any self-respecting patriot go to the mall when the “new” national hero has an important boxing match to win?

 

Two words: Superman Returns.

 

So, OK, I did recently say that Spider-man’s the bomb, but man, Superman is like… a bigger bomb! And although that’s surely the lamest analogy you’ve ever heard in your entire life, I DON’T CARE!

 

Ah, Superman.

 

Spoiler alert: if you haven’t seen the movie and would like to know details for yourself, like Superman has a kid with Lois Lane, STOP READING.

 

Ay, puke! Naku, sorry!

 

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Uh, ok, buh-bye. Up, up, and away!