Rosauro and Dionisia

By Alex P. Vidal

LOS ANGELES, California -- At the Delano (formerly The Hotel, adjacent to the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas) they met accidentally before May 2.
Rosauro was on his way down from the 67th floor with a lone male companion, while Dionisia was in the company of four boisterous females and a young-looking effeminate male holding plastic bags full of  what looked like shopping and souvenir items.
They pretended they didn't notice each other while their respective companions waved "hi" and "hello" using their heads and hands.
Rosauro was lame, inhibited and repressed while Dionisia appeared flashy, rambunctious and always conscious that people were watching as she waddled on the floor of the glitzy hotel.
Fans bowled over the high-strung matriarch of the most famous fisttoser in the universe for photo-ops and signature, while the bedraggled patriarch disappeared in the sea of humanity unmindful of the celebrity status achieved by the woman he jettisoned some 30 years ago when poverty couldn't bring together a large family to live under one roof.
There's no more love lost between Rosauro and Dionisia.
They may be "friends" in the eyes of their children, but the spark and glitter of the love they both once shared together were no longer visible. 
"Kanya kanya na sila ngayon. They have decided to move on with their respective lives. They are now happy, secured and satisfied materially," quipped a female relative, who refused to be identified because she was not authorized to say something about the estranged couple while emerging from a noodles restaurant inside the Mandalay Bay.
Rosauro was sometimes accompanied by his two sons in the casino area, while Dionisia had to evade a horde of shrieking fans waiting for a photo-op and a selfie ambush.
They both shed tears when their superstar son was subdued in a titanic duel in a square jungle witnessed by millions of people on a pay-per-view worldwide. 

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FANS all over the United States continued to criticize the "lousy" welterweight unification fight on May 2 hyped as "Fight of the Century."
Our colleague from Recorder, Jayson Butynski, lamented:  "It’s Monday morning and I’m still being reminded of just how hyped up Saturday night’s welterweight title fight between Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao was.
"I walked into the office just before noon and sitting on my desk was Sports Illustrated, complete with its special double cover, one side featuring Mayweather, the other Pacquiao. One final bit of hype for a fight that had taken place about 36 hours earlier.
"Problem was that the most hyped boxing match in recent memory wound up being a dud. The fight went exactly how Floyd Mayweather drew it up and ultimately only cemented his status as the greatest pound-for-pound boxer of this generation. 
"That didn’t do much to appease the casual fans, many of whom felt like they wasted money and time watching the fight."
Chances are that over the past two days we have fallen into one of three camps: 
1) We don’t usually watch boxing but ponied up the $100 and came away disappointed by the lack of action. 
2) We are boxing fans and ordered the fight hoping for more action than the defensive-fighting Mayweather generally produces but appreciated just how great a boxer Mayweather is. 
3) We didn’t order the fight, have heard how lackluster it was and are now calling everyone who did buy the fight a chump.