Excitement builds during the week .

As Sunday afternoon grows close, the roosters crowing takes on more urgency. On Sunday afternoons, a stadium in a local neighborhood opens for business and men pay for permits to fight their birds.

A cage in the middle of the stadium looks small from way up in the bleachers and the fighting birds are hard to see.However, you can tell how the match is going by listening to the rise and fall of waves of sound. Sound rumbles at the beginning of the fight as birds are primed and hawkers take bets. It crescendos during the match, if it is a good one. At the end, there is almost a silence as the referee picks up a dead rooster who lost and presents it to the owner of the winning rooster to take home and put in his cooking pot.

Fighting is human history.

Martial Arts cage fighting makes the old Friday night boxing matches on television look tame. Gladiators in Roman extravaganzas bled in the sand and crowds watched the Emperor’s thumb to see if a man lived or died. David and Goliath was a spectacular Biblical fight.

This round is over quickly and another pair of contestants enter the ring.

I bet a thousand pesos and lose, but next week will be different.

This event, for me, isn’t entertaining.

Betting on life or death isn’t a wager I like to make.

 

 

 

 

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