Archive for July, 2006

24
Jul

How Sweet It Is

With
a classic anthem playing on the background, men drenched in sweat and tears
drizzling from their eyes hug each other. Nah, this ain’t a scene from the movie
Brokeback Mountain. This is the
real life drama called the PBA championship. And after four years of being the league’s heartbreak kids, my favorite
PBA team, the Purefoods Chunkee Giants, returned as the lords of the
All-Filipino cup. The Giants showed
impeccable poised and maturity in the end game and whipped the Red Bull Barakos,
90-83, to end their best of seven title series, four games to two.

At
the helm of Purefoods victory is team’s explosive duo of Kerby Raymundo
(Mythical First Team) and James Yap (2005-2006 Season MVP, Mythical First Team
Member), the keepers of the flame once held by Alvin Patrimonio and Jerry
Codiñera. Kerby scattered 27 points and
grabbed 14 rebounds while Big Game James torched the Barakos defense with
torrid outside shooting and slashing moves to finish with 25 points. But winning the series would have not been
possible without the solid support of the Giants’ supporting cast. Seldom-used Arnold Gamboa was a surprise
starter in Game 1 and banged in 6 points. Journeyman Don Camaso was inserted midway in Game 6, hit two free throws
and blocked Cyrus Baguio’s last second attempt at the end of the 2nd
quarter. Veteran forward Rey Evangelista
showed that his hustling defense hasn’t waned a bit and occasionally
contributed in the team’s offensive thrust. June Simon proved to be a reliable reliever for James Yap.  His highlight move in Game 1, a gutsy,
acrobatic lay-up against the imposing defense of Mick Pennisi sent the crowd to
its feet. Paul Artadi, a longtime
teammate of
Yap since their amateur days, used his lightning-quick
speed to break Red Bull’s trapping defense. Richard Yee became a chief contributor in the team’s offense aside from
grabbing those important rebounds. His
excellent movement without the ball made him a recipient of many drop passes
which often lead to easy baskets. Noy
Castillo proved that he is still a reliable clutch shooter. In Game 6’s closing minutes and with Red Bull sizing down
Purefoods’ lead to only four, 79-75, the Golden
Boy hit a booming triple which gave his team more breathing space.  Roger Yap (Mythical First Team), a former high
scoring off guard in the PBL, finally found himself comfortable in the point
guard spot and ably orchestrate his team’s offensive flow. Surprised Finals MVP Marc Pingris (Most
Improved Player, All Defensive Team and Mythical Second Team), finally
blossomed into one of the league’s best power forwards. Pingris became the season’s biggest
revelation. From a seldom-used player of
Air 21, he was traded to the Giants and metamorphosed into a monster rebounder
and tenacious defender whose shot blocking prowess often lead to the opponent’s
offensive player changing his shot. But
if there is one Purefoods’ player who deserved the championship trophy more
than anyone else, it would be the Main Man Jun Limpot. A prized cager who won every championship
there is during his amateur days. he chased his elusive PBA championship dream for 13 long
years. He played for Sta. Lucia, was traded
to Barangay Ginebra and was once suspended for alleged drug used. Papa Jun finally found his home sweet home
with the Giants. Proving that his career is far from
being over, he showed that he can still slug it out with the younger players. He remains an offensive threat, consistently
hitting his perimeter jumpers. Occasionally,
he would give us a glimpse of his old self with his graceful spin moves in
the post. The teary-eyed Limpot was given a
well-deserved victory ride by his teammates after their gigantic victory. 

The
championship trophy was
a fitting climax for a team that nobody gave a chance
during the pre-season. Lacking a
legitimate center in their line-up, Purefoods defied all odds and topped the
elimination rounds of both the Fiesta Conference and the Philippine Cup. They barged into the Fiesta Conference finals
but was ambushed by the Barakos. In the
Philippine Cup’s best-of-seven semi-finals, everybody counted them out as they
fell behind the Alaska Aces, 1-3. But
the Giants did what others thought would be impossible, winning the next three
games to arrange a grudge finals rematch against the Barakos. This time the Giants had the last laugh by
winning the league’s most coveted trophy. It was not an easy ride to victory for Purefoods though. Along the way, they lost promising
rookie-forward Jondan Salvador to injury. Raymundo, Limpot and Castillo were also hampered by injuries during the
Philippine Cup. Then Eugene Tejada h
ad a bad fall and broke his spine. Eugene’s injury became the team’s rallying point. Purefoods players patched his jersey number
33 on their uniforms. In the finals’
Game 6, they replaced the number with his initial ET and convincingly ended the
series that night.

A
veteran marathon runner once said, “There’s a limit to what the body can
take. After that the heart will take
over.” In winning the championship, the
Purefoods Chunkee Giants showed what playing with heart is all about. Coach Ryan Gregorio best summed it up with
his words during the post-game interview: “This is the triumph of the human
spirit. When they told us that we can’t
do it, we proved to them that IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!” How sweet it is.    03jul2006_raymundo_4728

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My
heartfelt thanks to all those who gave their comments on this blog. I really thought that nobody would give a
damn in all the write ups I am posting here. Your kind words of encouragement are sweet like candy to my soul. Knowing that the comments came from great
blog writers I look up to make it more special. Again, thank you very much.

10
Jul

Musings

I
wish I could write. Most people closed
to me don’t know it, but writing has always been one of my “guilty pleasures”
and becoming a writer probably ranks third (next only to becoming a rockstar and a
basketball star.hehehe.) in my list of unfulfilled dreams. There are lots of thoughts running in my head
that I always wish I could put into words. The only problem is I don’t know
how. I’m always lost for words and
grammar is really not my forte.  I sure
envy my friendster friends (Nene, Rycel Joy, Drig, Pete Ford, Walter, etc.) who
write so well as if it’s the most natural thing to do.

My
desire to write probably emanated from my other love—reading. My late lola
in
Bohol taught me how to read when I was in Grade 1 and from
the moment I recognized the ABCs, I perused every piece of printed paper in
sight. From elementary textbooks, I
moved on to local komiks (Ninja,
Action, Samurai, Shocker, Happy, Funny, etc. I wonder if they still exist nowadays.), books (encyclopedias, Hardy
Boys and Nancy Drew.hahaha!), magazines (Bisaya, Liwayway, sports and music
mags), newspapers and lately PULP and FHM (damn fine piece of literature!). Whenever I entered someone’s house, I always
scanned the living room for some reading materials. Otherwise I’d be bored even if the TV’s on.

When
I was in high school, I became hooked into something that contributed to my
yearnings to write—rock music. I enjoyed
the music not just for its loud and aggressive melodies but also for its
lyrics. Way back then, I always wish that the wise words of Axl Rose, James
Hetfield, Bret Michaels and
Jani Lane were mine. Nevertheless, the philosophies of these men
became my guiding principles throughout the early years of my life. I made my first poem (which was actually a
rip-off) and bragged to my classmates, claiming it as my own composition. In college, when I finally learned to play
the guitar, I made my very first song and sang it to an audience comprised of
two drunk classmates one time when we were having an overnight binge at the
beach. They were visibly impressed that
I could actually create a tune and it made me a little proud. Later on I realized that the lines and melody
are so cheesy (and corny!) that it could passed as a single from the Introvoys
(the 90s equivalent of today’s Cueshe’). Needless to say, I deleted that song from the inbox of my brain.

My
biggest break happened about three to four years ago when I became a
contributor to the sports pages of the Central Mindanao Newswatch. I became the “unofficial” reporter of the
Weekend Basketball League, an organized basketball league in Malaybalay whose
players include almost everyone who can play hoops in the community. Seeing my name printed in a publication
widely circulated in Bukidnon (and probably in other parts of
Mindanao) gave me a certain high that I considered it the highlight of my
“writing career”.

I
guess I will never be a good writer. I
will never be as good as my writer friends when it comes to this craft. My wish to write a story as angst-filled as
Gerry Alanguilan’s “Wasted” or a song as emotional as Pearl Jam’s “Black” and
Rivermaya’s “20 Million” will always remain a wishful thinking. Except for that brief stint in CMN, my
writing resume’ is really not that much. I have two original (and unreleased…hehehe) songs, this blog and
millions of twisted thoughts that are swimming in the deep blue sea inside my
head. I guess they will always be there,
gasping for breath and waiting for the day when they will finally be put into
writing and posted in this boring blog.