By Lyle Fitzsimmons - It’s one of those modern-day friendships.
Rick and I work for the same company. We’re in contact virtually every day.
But because our respective offices are nearly 2,000 miles apart and across an international border, we’ve never actually met.
Still, that doesn’t prevent a little boxing talk during the down-time hours.
Whether by telephone, e-mail or Facebook, chances are pretty good that once we get the middling daily details of our magazine publishing lives out of the way, the chatter will shift gears.
And because he’s married to a native of the Philippines who’s still very much connected to the goings-on back home, it’s no surprise that Manny Pacquiao is a frequent topic.
All through the flyweight-turned-welterweight’s recent run at all-time greatness, I’ve been on the receiving end of a predictable blend of hollering/hero worship/hyperbole a fan of the dynamic “PacMan” would figure to unleash on a contrasting die-hard non-believer.
And though it seems like ancient history, the stretch when it appeared a Pacquiao clash with Floyd Mayweather Jr. was imminent was a particularly creative time for both of us. But now that “Money” seems more intent on cleaning out the 147-pound female ranks, we’ve had to move to other things. [Click Here To Read More]
Rick and I work for the same company. We’re in contact virtually every day.
But because our respective offices are nearly 2,000 miles apart and across an international border, we’ve never actually met.
Still, that doesn’t prevent a little boxing talk during the down-time hours.
Whether by telephone, e-mail or Facebook, chances are pretty good that once we get the middling daily details of our magazine publishing lives out of the way, the chatter will shift gears.
And because he’s married to a native of the Philippines who’s still very much connected to the goings-on back home, it’s no surprise that Manny Pacquiao is a frequent topic.
All through the flyweight-turned-welterweight’s recent run at all-time greatness, I’ve been on the receiving end of a predictable blend of hollering/hero worship/hyperbole a fan of the dynamic “PacMan” would figure to unleash on a contrasting die-hard non-believer.
And though it seems like ancient history, the stretch when it appeared a Pacquiao clash with Floyd Mayweather Jr. was imminent was a particularly creative time for both of us. But now that “Money” seems more intent on cleaning out the 147-pound female ranks, we’ve had to move to other things. [Click Here To Read More]
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