I didn't even finish my soda pop!

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Whoa! What a fight. Or should I say what a beating because only one guy was ever in the fight once the bell for the opening round was sounded. Lots of pre fight hype of east meets west, and blah blah blah this and that culminated with the eastern representative heading south in under six minutes. Manny Pacquiao of the Philippines’ destroyed England’s Ricky Hatton in less than two full rounds of boxing Saturday night in Las Vegas. I was there. I had excellent seats, about fifteen rows off of ringside. (Thanks to my brothers Rio and Dre! Greatest gift ever!) I could see clearly the confident facial expressions of both fighters as they entered the ring bouncing and bobbing around seemingly forever as the pre fight introductions were conducted. I was oblivious to the world around me at times. In the same moment I had to remind myself that I was not fighting tonight and I could actually let loose of the butterflies in my stomach. The temperature inside was comfortable but I was perspiring just like the fighters once the ring was finally cleared and it was down to just the final three. Was it nerves? I don’t think it was. A heightened sense of my surroundings, probably.   It felt like I was in that ring with both fighters before the opening bell. I could almost see the world through Hatton’s eyes for a moment. You greatest opportunity for immortality is standing about ten feet away from you. The moment of truth is here. I’m ready. Then, boom- boom- boom, and I’m not Hatton anymore. I’m D’Marco Farr again, 15 rows off ringside watching the fight. And thank God for that too because the looping left that sent Hatton down for good could off stopped a Mack truck going sixty miles an hour. I could hear the crack of Hatton’s head hitting the mat over the screams of the English men and women sitting in front of me. The lady began to cry. Not because her charge had obviously lost the fight but because she thought he may be seriously hurt as he lay there motionless. I thought for a second that Manny could have closed his opponent’s eyes permanently. Thankfully, Rick Hatton finally regained his senses and stood erect once more. He will fight again. So will Manny, except Pac-Man’s next fight will be for huge money. All I could think off at the moment Hatton was blasted unconscious was better you than me. After, while leaving the arena, all around me I could hear strange accents and broken English combined with my internal thoughts of another great fight night in the city of lights.  

Boxing is back people!