Corner market time means loading up on fresh fruit and veggies.
I brought my beautiful four-legged sidekick along for the event.
I headed to a rougher part of town to mingle with the locals and take it all in.
I watched it at a local sports bar just below a boxing club and the place was packed.
Seats were limited, even I didn't get a seat, but Pac fans had no problem standing.
The bar was lined outside with so many Pac fans wanting to get in on the action.
Pacquiao lost, according to the judges' perspective that is, so to lighten the disappointment of the day I thought I'd share MY Pacquiao. This is Pacquiao Bere, my gorgeous and overly protective Pac who was my personal four-legged security in Korea. He's still there, living at Hulk's, but has since retired from being a bodyguard and now it's Balboa here with me who acts as my little shadow.
After the big fight I headed out for location hunting and then I was treated to a girls dinner out.
The after shot. Note that I hardly touched my noodles. I'm not a big noodle fan but
those eggs and soup... woozers... they were quite delish.
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