I met Manny once.

He was a guest of one of the town mayors (an acquaintance of mine)and they were in this bar where we were also at. This was a year after he defeated Lebdawa (?) and I was already a big fan. He wasn't that famous internationally yet -- although, people from the streets easily recognized him.

Me and my buds just came from the bar across the street and I was piss drunk, but I remember what happened. I shook the man's hand, immediately sizing him up, since he wasn't that big in person (he hadn't climbed weight class yet). We also talked about the Lebdawa fight.

He just smiled and mumbled some thanks.

The story could go on, since manny was brought to the other hangouts in the city. Thing is I was drunk and I wanted to go home. So, I went. Leaving the others with the pacman.

Funny how when you're drunk all you want to do is go home, even if it means leaving the pacman behind.

Oh, in case you were wondering what he was drinking: iced tea.

Still, I met and talked with the pacman.