Why no one's raising a stink about Manny Pacquiao now -- Examiner

By Michael Marley, Examiner.com

Maybe this is what they refer to as the sweet (sweat?) smell of success.

Not to make a stink about but, while I’m so happy for Manny Pacquiao now that he is peddling his own brand of cologne, I do have some burning questions about this.

For starters, why is it called MP 7—as revealed by TV host Jimmy Kimmel in a shameless commercial plug Monday night on the Kimmel gabfest on ABC?

This spilled out, so to speak, before Pacman and comic actor Will Ferrell did a good-humored duet on the John Lennon peacenik anthem, “Imagine.”

I mean, I can understand the unwashed masses wanting to eliminate their Hobo Stank by splashing themselves with Eau de Pacman, sure.

But, if Manny does the expected and beats Antonio Margarito in his 57th pro bout Nov. 13 at Cowboys Stadium, does someone run around and change all the labels to MP 8, denoting the Pinoy Idol’s eighth world title in eight weight divisions?

Somehow, then, MP 7 won’t smell as sweet. In fact, it might take on the odor stale socks left in a corner of the Wild Card Gym on a hot and funky day.

Second query is why others essential to the Pacquiao success story are not similarly honored?

As helpful as ever, I’ve come up with a few ideas and possible names for such, as follows:

Yesterday I Had An Overpowering Stench, Today I Smell Like A Rose Garden: Bob Arum.

Joy Of Jinkee: For Manny’s businesswoman-wife, Jinkee.

Buboy In A Bottle: Essence of trainer Buboy Fernandez.

That Todd-ling Town: TR president, Arum stepson Todd du Boef.

Feeling Totally Freddie: Coach Roach’s cologne which obviously cannot be called Irish Spring or Roach Motel.

Hermie With No Germies: Journalist, man about the archipelago, political operative Hermenegildo “Hermie” Rivera.

Ramos Gin Fizz: Pacquaio’s henchman and Warren Buffett disciple, Joe Ramos.

Pulverizing Peters: Odor of security maven Rob Peters as he makes throngs of pacfans part like the red Sea when they get too close to MP.

Pepper Spray: Jail-tested cologne which also makes you laugh for Coach Freddie’s colorful brother and ex-fighter, Pepper Roach.

Yukon Yak: Unmistakabe odor of the Canadian tundra in mid-January, for Pacman agent Mike Koncz.

Smells Like Plaster In Paris: You’ve got to hand it to Antonio Margarito.

(mlcmarley@aol.com)

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