Manny Pacquiao has been my favorite boxer for over a year. So metaphorically, he would be my wife.
When Miguel Cotto fought through a horrible cut to defeat Joshua Clottey in June, he became my first man-crush. In other words, a love affair was born.
Sadly, with Pacquiao-Cotto on the horizon, it's time to end my affair with Cotto. I'm going back to Pacquiao, my wife.
This is painful because I love 'em both. Manny Pacquiao is the heart, soul and pride of the Philippines, while Miguel Cotto represents the best of a rich Puerto Rican boxing tradition. Both seem to be extremely likable, classy gentlemen.
It's too bad that in a fight, usually just one man wins.
Unless he's being punched by Antonio Margarito, Miguel Cotto doesn't get knocked out. Plus, Cotto is an underrated boxer, so I don't think he'll get knocked out by Manny Pacquiao. This in spite of the fact that the Pacman's been displaying thunderous power as he moves up in weight.
However, despite being smaller, Manny Pacquiao is the beast, a physical specimen. He doesn't tire, takes the occasional shot like it's nothing, and beats opponents silly. He has continued to improve technically - and I believe he'll enter fight night having progressed even further in the sweet science department.
I think Manny Pacquiao will be too fast and too elusive for Cotto, but more than aggressive enough to clinch a unanimous decision when it's all said and done.
Thanks for the memories, Miguel. It's time for me to go sort things out with my wife Manny.
"The End of a Love Affair" by Frank Sinatra