(Again, thank you for all your prayers for my cancer-stricken brother, Kuya Pepito “Joe” Men­doza, who lives in Missaussaga with his wife, Aurora Valenton of Talavera, Nueva Ecija, and their two married sons, Joseph and Jonash with their respective fami­lies, too. I believe in your prayers because, as it has been said time and again, the power of prayer can storm the gates of heaven. I am sure St. Peter, the gatekeeper himself, can only say, “Yes!” to this.)
* * *ARE we looking at another joke here? Is the Pacquiao-Mar­quez Part 4 for real?
I mean, come to think of it: Have we not seen the best of them?
Are we telling ourselves the first three fights were not enough to convince us they’ve had enough?
Or, have we not had enough of their stuff?
Is boxing unmasking itself again as a factory of farces?
The Pacquiao-Clottey joke has virtually been forgotten until the Pacquiao-Bradley fake came along.

Clottey didn’t come to fight Pacquiao. He came to collect his biggest purse in his career—via  covering his face with his gloves for the entire 12-round comedy. But at least in that joke, the result wasn’t a falsehood: Pacquiao was declared winner by unanimous decision.