The Final Score: On eve of fight vs Shane Mosley, Manny Pacquiao remains king of chaos

LAS VEGAS -The stream of people coming in is relentless. One big batch leaves. Another large group enters. The suite on the 60th floor of Mandalay Bay is spacious. Yet not spacious enough to accommodate the steady flow of well-wishers on Friday. They arrive, smile as they enter, with posters, shirts, gloves, caps, uhm, crying infants; basta anything Manny Pacquiao, can sign. They're here, three hours before the official weigh-in, fill every breathable space, like they're all lucky charms for the room's most famous occupant. The noise increases. Luxury suite? Try poolside at a country club in the middle of summer. Pacquiao stays in the dining room and listens to the chatter of his inner circle. Everyone else scattered around the villa, on expensive chairs, on plush sofas, standing in corners, leaning on whatever furniture they can find, engage in different conversations. Some talk about Shane Mosley. Or the NBA. Or the dry heat. Or what they had for brunch. But they're always aware of Pacquiao's whereabouts in the room. Eyes follow Pacquiao, notice his smile whenever it appears, the white, furry hotel bedroom slippers on his feet, blue shirt on his back, bed-head hair, every little gesture he makes. They lock on this pugilist pope. They linger, for hours, in his little version of the Vatican. Visitors treat the dining room like a pope's balcony. When Pacquiao leaves the table and disappears, the gathering becomes restless. As soon as he re-appears, cameras clumsily fly out of pockets and purses. In the suite, there are guys in Pacquiao shirts, girls with expensive bags, people who don't matter and people who do. A lady in a yellow skirt sits on a couch. She looks like she's been waiting for a photo-op for hours. VIP's mingle in an exclusive cocktail party nobody planned; Lito Atienza, Ali Atienza, William and Wilson Tieng, Peter Chanliong, Popoy Juico, Jeslie Lapus, Benjie Paras, Paolo Contis and more. Like it's a birthday party. No, more like the assembly before someone takes a presidential oath. I look down, enter notes on my phone. I look up, seconds later, and see different people. More guests arrive. Couples. Families. Hermie Rivera enters the suite. The crew of Fight Camp 360 appears. New visitors. Bigger cameras. A dizzying tradition. Yet somehow Pacquiao finds comfort in this chaos the way he finds clarity in the eye of a skirmish. Remember the lady in the yellow skirt? She tries to enter the dining room for the umpteenth time, but, Mister Security Man says, "Sorry not yet." She goes back to her chair, battling impatience and the urge to leave. But she's oh-so-close. We fulfill our courtesy call and leave. We see GMA News reporter James Velasquez and his crew. They're about to dive in. We're about to head out. My guess is, after James gets his footage, lady in yellow will still be there, waiting for, believing in the chance to finally meet the king of all he touches. - GMA News