â†µSo I attempted to put together a little video of the event, all of which I shot on my Flip while somehow managing to perpetrate myself as a member of Pacquiao’s entourage throughout the pre-game ceremonies. â†µâ†µ
â†µThe video, I’m afraid, is not exactly the Wide World of Sports. But I did my best. I was everywhere with Pac Man last night, often walking right beside him and his trainer, Freddie Roach amidst the adoring throngs that seem to trail Pacquiao everywhere he goes now. â†µâ†µ
â†µWalking onto the field with the crowd going berserk around us, I asked Freddie if he and Manny had found any time to work on his fastball. “Not so much,” he said. â†µâ†µ
â†µThe point was plain, and one that maybe I should have taken for myself. Manny is a boxer, not a pitcher. I am a writer, not a director. Or an editor, as you will soon find out. So forgive this indulgence, and I will get back to the making pictures with words post haste. Roll the tape ... â†µâ†µ
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