My dad and I had a great old time watching Manny Pacquiao demolish Ricky Hatton yesterday at BMW Libis. Unfortunately, despite the fact that I had my point and shoot camera ready, the fight was over so quickly that I didn't have any time to take any pictures. Upon reflection, the brevity of the fight magnified the beauty of the experience of watching it live: for five glorious minutes, every single Filipino in the world was united in a victory as complete, as invigorating, and as joyful as anything else the Filipino people has experienced in recent memory.
And because I am fond of beating figures of speech to death...
The joyful conquest of Manny Pacquiao is much like this photo of Manuel and myself. Manuel is notoriously hard to photograph. He's the strongest-willed of all my children, and his reticence is legendary in the Borra household. Manuel will do as Manuel darn well pleases. So this picture, despite the paucity of aesthetic qualities to recommend it, is as much a victory as I can expect when it comes to pictures with my second-born.
Enjoy!
5 comments:
Yes, Manuel does whip my ass - but he looks so cute in this photo that it makes all the mini-bruises and tears all worth it! Hahaha!
Ladies and gentlemen, the whupped ninsy! :-)
I took this picture!
And a beautiful picture it is! Tell the whupped ninsy to start taking good pictures of Manuel. It's the least she can do after all the whoop-assery she gets from him. :-)
I take good pictures of him! As long as I'm outside of his "flailing" arms reach!
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