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Strange to hear Pacquiao described as the “challenger.” But he is. Bradley is 31-0 and the WBO Welterweight champ. Pac looks all business. No smiles. Bradley has his game face. The rumble begins.
Round 1: Pacquiao and B trade shots, P commands center of ring early. Both fighters keeping their distance while trying to show aggression. Bradley toward the end comes on with :12. Round goes to Bradley, 10-9.
Round 2: Bradley pushed back on hook, recovers. Pacquiao aggressive, throws combination and B goes into ropes. B comes back with body punches, doesn’t give in. B. with hardshots to P head. B not backing down. Close, but I’ll give that to P for getting B on ropes, 10-9.
Round 3: Pacquiao lands combo early. At 1:57, P lands solid lefts to B. B has P against ropes and lands to the body. P landing left to B. B counters with rights to the body. Flurry of punches in this round, give it to P, 10-9. Compubox numbers on HBO give P the edge with 22 powershots, 7 more punches landed.
Round 4: Bradley gets in a shot that rocks Pacquiao. B needed that as P was landing shots early. :30 left B shows he’s unrelenting. The B. right gives him edge here. Bradley, 10-9. Replay shows P lifted off his feet. Punch stats still show P. landing more.
Round 5: Minute left, the round still contested with both fighters trading jabs. B had arms down in last :15 and Pacquiao may have stolen the round with action in the last seconds. Pacquiao, 10-9.
Compubox totals from HBO: P 14/42, B 11/46, Powershots, P 9, B 8.
Round 6: Much slower round than previous. :40 left and seems even. A coasting round. P throwing pinches on ropes. B coaxes P to punch him, but round ends. End theatrics give round to P, 10-9. HBO Compubox totals, P- 12/53, B 8/50, P with 10-8 powershot advantage.
Round 7: Pacquiao gets a left in. Bradley lands a hard right, and some body shots. Tempo back to that of early rounds. Combos by P with :44 left. P adds more with B in corner. Big round for P. as B tries modified “rope-a-dope.” But P. tees off. Pacquiao wins that, 10-9.
Compubox gives P 26 landed out of 75 thrown. B, 14 of 56.
Round 8: Pacquiao cruising, but lands with his left several times. B. tries to mug, to show he’s not hurt. Not sure if that’s working. B. coming up top with the right. Close, but ring generalship gives round to P, 10-9.
Round 9:Compubox numbers have P ahead with 119 punches landed to 90-plus for B thus far…. P. rocks Bradley into ropes and seems hurt. Off-balance twice so far. P. with rights and combos to B. B. is throwing 1 to P. 5 punches, it seems. Pacquiao wins the round 10-9, decisively.
Round 10: Pacquiao in last round had 14/24 to B 10/24 punch edge. This round starting with P. in command at the center and B. backing up. B looks to be trying to find a knockout punch, but missing. P counters with combinations that have him outpointing B. P with left seems to stun B and B counters wildly and misses. Pacquiao wins round, 10-9.
Round 11: Pacquiao outpunched Bradley 26-12 in previous round. P starts out round with solid left. B seems to be tiring as he’s not throwing as many punches. Pacquiao the aggressor, Bradley backing up. P lands a left with :40 left. Round ends with B retreating and missing. Pacquiao wins round, 10-9.
Round 12: Compubox numbers continue trend. Pacquiao landing. Bradley’s head turned. Bradley never has had a KO past the 8th round, so unlikely here. P good defense catching B’s best. 1 minute left, B misses right. P at center in control :30 left. Time out due to accidental head but with :12 left. B starts working but it ends. B lifts arms up, but why? I’ve got P winning this 10-9. And have P winning 11 of 12 rounds. (Correction: On recount, I gave the 4th round to Bradley based on the “lift-up” punch he landed on Pacquiao. Wasn’t a knockdown, but was impressive. So Bradley won 2 rounds, Pacquiao 10, in my estimation).
Bradley was tough early. But didn’t do enough by my eye.
Final scoring: Unanimous for Pacquiao. All three judges.
HBO’s numbers show P landed 198 to Bradley’s 141, and landed 35percent of his punches to Bradley’s 22percent.
Pacquiao also threw more power punches 148-109.
The placement of the punches: Pacquiao landed 176 of his punches to Bradley’s head. Bradley landed 98 t0 Pacquiao’s head.
Bradley landed 43 punches to P’s body. P just landed 22 body punches to Bradley. Pacquiao was clearly going for a head snapping KO. Bradley tried, but that really isn’t his game.
In the end, Bradley good, but Pacquiao is just better. Bradley is a toe-to-toe guy, not a knockout guy. Pacquiao may not have the kind of power he showed when he clicked off Ricky Hatton, but he’s got a lot left.
This is a $20 million guaranteed pay day. And a relatively soft spot for Pacquiao. He said he wants to go 2 more years. It may take that long before Mayweather stops ducking him.
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Pacquiao Bradley II: That’s not your prep school classmate, that’s the boxing match HBO can’t seem to hype enough
Pacquiao clearly dominated the fight, though Bradley seemed to finish strong. Still, it wasn’t enough for a rally that actually could win the fight. How do you say: “Peex.”
Who needs an undercover camera? It was there for all to see. We knew who won the fight two years ago.
And now Pac Bradley 2 is back before Easter. For redemption?
Jim Lampley, the HBO announcer/sportscaster, on one radio show recently said the fight wasn’t about a fix, but more about “bad judging.”
Lampley’s a good guy, but he has his biases working for the network that has a monopoly on the live fight.
There was something smelly about that fight, and two years doesn’t sufficiently deodorize the matter.
But we’re going to have to wait for someone’s deathbed confession before we get the real truth.
In the meantime, Pacquiao needs money. He’s motivated by taxes, and the peso/dollar exchange rate. And he has a whole barangay for an entourage.
ESPN has both fighters getting $6 million, but Pacquiao gets a guaranteed $20 million according to a report last week.
We also don’t have much time left to admire Pacquiao, in all honesty.
I’ve been saying he should retire now. But he’s on record saying “two more years.”
So for curiosity sake, I will lift my moratorium.
Pacquiao is the Filipinos’ alter ego, and I’m willing to suspend my disdain for pro boxing to watch him—just to see if he has anything left. The fight might be closer with two years for Bradley to get better and Pacquiao to get older.
Consider a graph with two lines: If P is at a high level but arcing down, and B is at a lower level but still rising, if the fight is taking place where the lines intersect it could be a toss up. If the lines are close but not intersecting, then P should still have enough of an edge. That’s where I think we are. Based on the last fights of both, Bradley gave Provodnikov a good fight. P gave Rios a beating. Based on that Freddie Roach puts Bradley as similar to Rios. But that Provodnikov fight of Bradley was better than that. And let me not forget that Bradley/Marquez fight, where Bradley fought a completely different style. It all points to Bradley getting better, whereas Pacquiao is getting older. So we may be close to that P/B intersection, but not quite to make it a toss-up.
Prediction? Lots of rounds 10-9 Pacquiao, with Pac the ultimate winner.
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Only she had a box of photographs and a dream.
The photographs were taken by her dad, Ricardo Alvarado. The dream was to share his vision.
Almost 30 years later, it’s all come true.
The Alvarado Project, as it’s called, has been honored by the Smithsonian, toured around the country, and is about to grow in scope with another chapter–this time honoring Alvarado’s wife Norberta and her beloved Leyte.
But first things first, Ricardo Alvarado would have been 100 on February 7.
It’s only fitting to close the first chapter by honoring Ricardo Alvarado’s centennial year.
I admit when I first saw his photographs, I didn’t grasp how special they were. Why would they be? They were shots of neighborhoods that Filipinos lived in. Images of the parties Filipino families attended. They looked like my life in San Francisco in the 1950s, ‘60s, and ‘70s. My American Filipino life.
That’s what gives them their power. The photographs recall the specialness of life that few regarded as special back then.
It was just us.
Who was looking at American Filipino life like it mattered back then? Before Asian American studies, or ethnic studies? Before there was a sense of pride within the American community?
Ricardo Alvarado was in that first wave of immigrants to San Francisco. He came to America looking for opportunity in 1928. But instead, he found that people wanted to shut the door almost as soon as he arrived. It was the depression. The height of racism and violence toward Filipinos came in 1930. In San Francisco, we were called “monkey.”
No one thought the community was particularly photogenic back then.
Typical of many Filipinos, Ricardo Alvarado endured and was able to join the Army. After WWII, he returned to marry a Filipina, start a family and buy a home in San Francisco on the GI Bill.
And the community blossomed.
The family and the community became the subjects of Ricardo’s lifelong love affair with photography.
More than the snapshots and the lineups most people took with the Brownie and Instamatic,Alvarado was armed with a view camera, documenting and preserving the look of American Filipino life.
As his daughter realized, the images weren’t just for people to gaze at then.
More meaningfully, the photography was the bridge from their present to the future, so that others could wonder what it was like” back then. “
And at their best, they represented the most artful photographs of the early American Filipino community in San Francisco, if not the entire U.S.
So while you may have placed your photos in deep storage, or heaven forbid, thrown them out as basura, Janet Alvarado knew she had something more than sentimental memories.
These were lasting images of the community.
That others didn’t keep even the basic shots of everyday, make Ricardo Alvarado’s photographs even more special.
That’s the value of the Alvarado Project. We call it diaspora now, but then, the global Filipino was a few neighborhoods in San Francisco, and other places in California. How did we live? No one thought we were special enough to preserve and document on film, let alone study like some lost tribe in the Filipinos.
We were more like a new colony in America.
After surviving the 1920s, ‘30s, and the War, American Filipinos were just happy to be alive.
Ricardo Alvarado knew that was photogenic.
MY DAD, WILLIE GUILLERMO AND THE SOUTH OF MARKET
When we gather in the South of Market on the 15th to celebrate Ricardo Alvarado, Janet Alvarado has been gracious enough to allow me to mention my father, the late Willie Guillermo, already a member of the Centennial Club.
Though Filipinos lived all over the city, in the Western Addition, Fillmore, and BayView, most began their journey in the South of Market.
My family started on Kissling Street by St. Josephs, then moved to the Western Addition on Fulton St. My Uncle Joe was in the Fillmore on McAllister, under the appliance store light that would blink “HOTPOINT.” It was the hot spot for our family.
But Sixth Street was for fun. And that’s where my Dad would often return to hang-out with the other Filipinos of his generation who saw in Sixth Street as a the playground for Ma Jong, cards, dancing.
My dad would take me to the barber college for the cheap haircuts.
This month, my dad would have been 108.
That’s the irony. I thought my dad was 108 when he was alive.
Like Ricardo Alvarado, my dad came to America in the 1920s but was much older. He didn’t go to war and missed out on the GI Bill. But he didn’t miss out when more Filipinas were able to come to America after the war.
Until then, there weren’t many Filipinas to marry. And because of anti-intermarriage laws, Filipinos were essentially a bachelor society. Roving packs of bachelors.
It meant that when more were able to find wives, and start families later in life, there would be a lot of older dads.
I had one of them. And I admit that as a kid I was ashamed, not of his being Filipino. It was his being old. He was grandfather and father all rolled into one. And he took me to that damn barber college for the cheap haircuts.
Today, Dad as a perennial 108-year-old makes sense.
And as I approach 108 myself, I am far more sympathetic.
It was history that helped me understand, and photographs that helped me recall–not just where we came from, but what we had overcome.
It is said that the offspring of the immigrants were the “bridge” generation. To what? To American life.
Maybe, but the bridges that have the lasting connections between the ancestral home and the present were formed by our fathers, the Manongs like my dad and Ricardo Alvarado.
On the 15th, we’ll honor them, members of the Centennial Club.
Date: Saturday, February 15, 2014 The Centennial Celebration
Time: 2 pm to 5 pm
Place: BAYAHIHAN COMMUNITY CENTER, 1010 Mission Street (near 6th Street), San Francisco, CA
Parking lot on 6th & Mission Street next to Bayanihan Center or at 5th & Mission Garage
Join us in a community salute to the San Francisco pioneering generation and communities. Remarks and discussion from invited guests celebrating Alvarado’s photographs in a nod back to “Through My Father’s Eyes”.
Bruno Mars wins Super Bowl Sunday as explosive half-time performance catapults him to world-class entertainer status
Unless you were a Seahawks fan, Super Bowl 48 wasn’t much for football.
But if you didn’t know how good Bruno Mars was, you found out on Sunday night.
After Peyton Manning’s Denver Broncos were shutout by the Seattle defense in the first half, Mars came on the field with enough energy to match both teams.
With an intro by a diverse chorus of young singers in front of a U.S. flag, Mars appeared center stage banging the drums like he was announcing a new America—or at least its soundtrack.
In Mars, we have the perfect representative: half-Filipino on his mother side, Puerto Rican and Hungarian/Jewish on his father’s side, born and raised in Honolulu, with soulful R&B pop roots that enable him to go from pop to hip-hop to James Brown.
As Brown might say, “Good God,” he’s got the moves.
Mars may just become the new “hardest working man in showbiz.”
With his drumming, his singing, his dancing, his stage presence, Mars put to rest any doubters who wondered why New Jersey artists like Bon Jovi or Springsteen weren’t asked to perform.
The NFL said Mars was always its first choice. Now we see why.
Still, even though Mars has been established since 2010 with multiple Grammy victories and nominations, doubters questioned his selection. His tour-de-force half-time show was like his debut as world-class performer.
In the end, in the close-ups you could see the sweat drip from his brow. Then the wide shot revealed Mars, post-bow, humbled by the stadium’s roar of approval.
Quite a night for a Filipino kid from Honolulu.
I first sensed his greatness two years ago on Saturday Night Live.
Even there, there was some doubt whether he could host the show.
In the opening monologue he sang, “Can I be like Timberlake?”
It was a reference to the one-time boy band sensation now international star.
Then he delivered the punchline. “Underneath this trendy suit,” Mars sang,” hides a scared Filipino…”
To dispel all doubts, Mars broke into a gospel-like refrain. “I’ll be amazing,” he sang. “I can do it.”
On Sunday he showed the world once again, that yes, this Filipino boy can.
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