Posts Tagged ‘sports

12
Dec
11

Ang Siste Eh: Pure Filipinos vs Fil-Foreigners sa Football

Nanalo ang Philippine Air Force kontra sa Loyola Meralco Sparks sa katatapos na finals ng United Football League. 2-0. Dalawang goals mula sa mag-uncle na sina Yanti Barsales at Ian Araneta. Inasahan kong manalo ang ating mga mandirigma dahil sa matagal na silang magkakasama kumpara sa Sparks pero di ko inasahan ang resulta. Akala ko 2-1 o 3-2 pabor sa Air Force. Para sa akin mahirap i-blanko ang isang koponan na sanay paliguan ng puntos ang mga kalaban. Minsan napanood ko 15-1. Tapos 14-0. Offense demons na maituturing ang mga magkakapatid na Younghusbands at Hartmans na lahat naglalaro sa Sparks. Di nakapagtataka na si Phil ang itinanghal na Golden Boot dahil na rin sa 25 goals na kinana sa buong torneo. Pero sa huli at pinakamahalagang laban – zero.

Paano ba naman malupit din ang goalkeeper ng Air Force kahit na halatang nabibilang sa Team Extra Rice. Mukhang mabagal dahil sa konting kalakihan ng katawan pero ibang klaseng pumosisyon si Edmundo Mercado. Kaya naman siya ang hinirang na Golden Gloves o pinaka-astig na goalkeeper. Tila sinagot ng Younghusband-Mercado match-up ang matalinhagang tanong na alin ang magwawagi sa pagitan ng pinakamatalas na espada at pinakamatibay na panangga. Sa pagkakataong ito nanalo ang panangga.

Nang kapanayamin si Mercado matapos ang laro, masasabing matalas din ang panangga ng Air Force. Malalim ang pinanghuhugutan ng kanyang mga salita. “Home-grown pride po kami.” “Wala po kaming mga Fil-Ams.” Idagdag pa dito ang isang agaw-eksenang poster ng isang Air Force supporter. “Purong Pilipino, Tunay na Panalo.” Oooh.

Di natin masisisi kung emotional ang ilang manlalaro ng Air Force dahil bago dumagsa ang mga Fil-foreigners, sa kanila nagmumula ang mga national footballers ng bansa. Pride. Maging sa mga social networking sites, madalas akong nakakabasa ng mga patutsadang wala ng Pilipino sa national football team. Dapat magkaroon ng malawakang grassroots program dagdag pa ng isa.

Tsk. Tsk.

Idol ko si Caligdong.

The best para sa akin si Caligdong.

Dahil si Caligdong di nasapawan ng sinumang Fil-foreigners sa Azkals lalo na kung pag-iisipan ang abilidad at kalidad sa football field.

Idol ko din si Etheridge.

Mahalagang kasapi ng koponan ang nasabing goalkeeper.

Halatang hirap at iba ang laro ng Azkals kapag hindi si Etheridge ang jaguar ng goal.

Simple lang ang aking pinupunto: sinumang TUNAY at LEGAL na PILIPINO – puro man o hindi – na MAHUSAY MAGLARO ng football ay dapat nating suportahan.

Sa mga kontra sa Fil-foreigners, naisip niyo ba kung ano ang tingin sa kanila sa ibang bansa? Kung dito, di niyo sila kinokonsiderang mga Pilipino, sa ibang bansa, Pilipino ang tingin sa kanila. Hindi maitatago ng makapal na British accent na nananalaytay ang dugong Pilipino sa kanilang mga ugat.

Tatanungin kita: kasalanan ba nila kung ang isa sa kanilang mga MAGULANG AY PILIPINO?

Hindi.

Kung natatanggap mo si Anne Curtis o si Solenn Heusaff na mga Pilipino, dapat natatanggap mo rin si Stephen Schrock o si Ronald Muller na mga Pilipino.

Utang na loob si Nicole Scherzinger nga na kakapiranggot ang dugong Pilipino, ipinagmamalaki mo bilang kalahi.

Aminin man natin o hindi, malaki ang naitulong ng mga half-Filipino footballers sa nasabing laro. Una na ang pagsikat ng football sa bansa. Kahit na karamihan sa mga fan girls ng Azkals, iba ang rason ng paghanga sa laro, nakakatulong pa rin sila. Tandaan natin: mahirap umirit nang umirit sa loob ng 90 minutes. Pinasigla nila ang laro na umabot sa kasikatang ni minsan di natin inasahan na magaganap.

Simple lang dapat ang criteria: 1) TUNAY AT LEGAL NA PILIPINO 2) MAGALING NA FOOTBALL PLAYER 3) HANDANG LUMABAN SA ILALIM NG IISANG BANDILA.

Kung pasok sa lahat SUPORTAHAN mo.

Si Jose Rizal nga Chinese pero tinanggap mong national hero.

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14
Nov
11

Ang Siste Eh: Sa Huling Laban ni Pacquiao

Hmmm.

Nanalo si Pacquiao sa laban kahapon.

Pero duda pa rin ako.

Ika-anim pa lamang na round dinadaga na ako sa magiging resulta.

Si Michael Buffer pinakaba pa ako.

Tabla sa unang harado.

Putakti naman oo.

Tapos lamang.

Lamang ulit. Lumalaki ang lamang.

Talo na ito.

Biglang in-announce: champion pa rin.

Ramdam mo sa audience sa loob ng Trinoma ang sigh of relief. Sa ilan nga tila parang pagkabigla. Umaasa na. Inaasahan na ang isang upset. Epektibo ang paglaklak ng sariling ihi ni Marquez. Pero panalo si Pacquiao. Base sa mga hurado nanalo si Pacquiao sa puntos.

Tsk.

There is a nagging feeling. Bagabag. Parang hindi ko lubusang matanggap ang pagkapanalo ng Pambansang Kamao. I feel for Marquez because he prepared a brilliant fight plan and came out fighting. Kung medyo nagpapetiks-petiks siya sa round 12 ay dahil na rin sa paniniwalang lamang siya sa puntusan. Hindi ako bihasa sa wikang Espanyol pero naiintindihan ko ang salitang desperado. Ito ang paulit-ulit kong narinig sa confident corner ni Marquez. Desperado. Desperado. Desperado.

Naghahabol si Pacquiao. Desperado na si Pacquiao.

Nang pinaalala ni Coach Freddie sa ating pambato na he is lagging behind – lalong tumibay ang aking paniniwalang tama ang trainor ni Marquez. Desperado. Paanong magiging desperado ang isang 8-time champion? Simple lang. Hindi ang kinakatakutang 8-time champion na si Emmanuel Dapidran Pacquiao ang napanood ko kahapon. Hindi ito ang mabilis na Pacquiao. Hindi ito ang malakas na Pacquiao. Hindi ito ang killer na Pacquiao.

Malaman ang binitawang pahayag ni Chino Trinidad sa programang Game. Ayon sa komenterista tila HINDI handa sa aspektong mental ang boksingero. Ramdam mo ang pait sa kanyang tono nang kanyang alalahanin ang pagbato ng popcorn kay Pacquiao nang papalabas na ito ng arena. Champions are not deserving of such acts of resentment. Kung ano man daw ang problemang kinakaharap ni Pacquiao ay nararapat na magsilbing reality check ang kanyang huling laban. Tama.

Swak sa Facebook Era ang isang atletang tulad ni Pacquiao. Kabilang ang sikat na boksingero sa slasher tribe o mga taong higit sa isa ang trabahong ginagampanan. Pacquiao is a champion boxer/legislator/singer/actor/host/endorser/philantrophist. Taragis. Maituturing din na on-going reality show ang kanyang personal life. Aminado naman siya na maraming temptations sa kanyang paligid na nakakaapekto sa kanyang laro. Babae. Nahihirapan na kaya siya sa ganitong pamumuhay?

Ilang linggo bago ang ikatlong kabanata ng labanang Pacquiao-Marquez ay kumalat ang isang blind item. Isang kilalang personalidad ang tumayong ninong sa binyag ng kanyang anak sa ibang babae. Tapos lumabas ang isang litrato. Tapos pinangalanan na ito. Ninong nga lang ba si Pacquiao ng anak ng isang nagngangalang Kat Ordonez? Katatapos lamang ito ng hamon ni Jinkee na magbibigay siya ng mamahaling bag sa sinumang makakapagturo na may babae ang kanyang mister. Ouch.

Pinanindigan ng kampo ni Pacquiao – ninong lang. Nagsalita si Kat – ninong lang. Duda pa rin ang mga chismosa dahil inuna daw ni Pacquiao ang baptism ng anak ng isang kaibigan kaysa sa taping ng kanyang game show. Dahil ang pangalan daw ng bata ay King Arthur na tila alinsunod sa hilig ni Pacquiao sa mga royal names ng kanyang mga anak.

Tapos biglang nagkaroon ng flash report: Jinkee Pacquiao Files Annulment. Pasabog talaga.

Tapos biglang naglaho ang balita.

Ni anino. Ni bulong. Ni paramdam.

Naglaho.

Iba ang mood kahapon. Namumugto ang mata ni Jinkee. Kinakabahan din siguro. Pero sa tagal ko nang nanonood ng laban ni Pacquiao – I just did not see the usual confident Jinkee. Di rin nagparamdam si Dionesia. Di kumpleto ang laban ng Fighting Pride of the Philippines kung wala ang pagdarasal ni Dionesia. Di rin nakausap pagkatapos ng laban. Bali-balita masama ang pakiramdam.

Parang mali. Parang malabo. Parang magulo.

Ganoon din ang tingin ko sa Pacquiao na lumaban kahapon. Parang mali. Parang malabo. Parang magulo.

PARANG WALA SA SARILI.

Bago niyo ako tirahin na utak-talangka dahil sa hindi ko na lamang suportahan ang huling tagumpay ni Pacquiao – nais ko kayong tanungin – ganoon ba ang inasahan niyo sa kanyang huling laban? Yung totoo lang. O di ba?

Unang beses kong napanood si Pacquiao nang kanyang labanan ang Thai champion na si Chatchai Sasakul. Purong-purong Pacquiao. Hindi pa polished fighter. Diamond in the rough. Pero kita mo na ang galing. Pinatulog si Sasakul. Gulat ang buong Thailand. Nakahilata ang kanilang hinahangaan. Combination of punches mula sa isang patpating boksingero sa Pilipinas ang tumapos sa kanilang mga pangarap.

Iyon ang aking unang alaala ko sa Pambansang Kamao. Instant fan agad ako. Kahit noong natalo si Pacquiao naniwala pa rin ako. Wala pang mga endorsements. Wala pang mga entourage.

Tapos sunud-sunod na ang mga panalo.

Sumunod na ang riches and fame.

Sumunod na rin ang dark side of riches and fame.

Fan na lang ako bilang boksingero.

Paano ko naman lubusang hahangaan ang isang taong palaging binubuntutan ng mga surot sa lipunan? Lalo na noong nakaraang pamahalaan. Sarap paltukin ng screen kapag nadadaanan ng kamera ang mga pulitikong nagsumiksik sa tabi ni Pacquiao. Tila nagsisilbing deodorant sa kanilang mababang trust ratings.

Ano nga ba ang susunod para sa Pambansang Kamao? Hindi natin alam. Tama ulit si Chino Trinidad. Ibigay na muna natin kay Manny ang bukas at ang mga susunod pang araw upang makapagpahinga. Tapos pag-aralan niya muli kung ano ang kanyang naging pagkukulang di lamang sa kanyang kondisyon kundi sa kanyang pamilya.

Sandamukal ang mga babae sa mundo pero iisa lang si Jinkee. Nagkalat ang temptations kasi marami kang pera pero si Jinkee kilala ka na bago ka pa sumikat. Sandamukal ang nais maging parte ng entourage pero noon di mo naman sila kilala. Lumaban ka sa Thailand kung saan ni isang anino ng mga congressman di mo makikita. Ganoon lang ka-simple.

Siguro mabibilang lamang ang nakapanood noon. Pero para sa akin parang bago pa rin. Sunud-sunod na mga suntok. Tulog si Sasakul. Hanep. Hindi tumigil ang mundo ng mga Pilipino noon kasi hindi ka pa sikat. Napadpad lang ako sa laban mo dahil palipat-lipat ako ng channel. Channel 4. Biruin mo. Channel 4. Simple lang Idol: marami ka man trabaho alam ko na ang pinakamahalaga mong ginagampanan sa ating bansa ay bilang isang mandirigma. Hinahangaan ka namin kasi hindi balakid ang kahirapan o kakulangan ng pinag-aralan upang maging pinakamagaling na mandirigma sa buong mundo. Hindi pa rin nakakaalis sa nag-uumpugang bato si Bernardo Carpio. Sapat na ba itong dahilan upang ipamalas mong muli sa lahat na hindi pa nalalaos ang makabagong mandirigma ng Pilipinas?

12
Oct
11

Ang Siste Eh: Bentahe ng Team Pogi

Pinanood ko kagabi ang huling laban ng Azkals para sa taong 2011. Nilapa nang ating koponan ang mga pambato ng Nepal sa iskor na 4-0. Tambak. Tatlong manlalaro ang kumana para sa apat na goals: ang magkapatid na Younghusband at si Matt Hartmann. Pare-parehong magaling. Pare-parehong may halong dugong dayuhan. Pare-parehong pogi. Kung usapang-pogi din lamang naman ang pagdedebatehan, maraming masasabi ang Azkals kaya hindi na nararapat pang ipagtaka kung bakit palaging mas maraming kababaihang nanonood ng football kaysa sa mga anak ni Adan. Kung bihirang dumaan ang mga pogi sa iyong tirahan o kung madalas absent ang mga papa sa iyong gimikan, talagang mapipilitang kang bumili ng ticket sa bawat laro ng ating football team. Ano pa ang hahanapin mo: sandamukal na mga pawisang lalaking nabiyayaan ng Banal na Anito ng mga Pogi na naglalaro sa iisang lugar. Wala. Wala na dahil pinakukulong ang mga choosy.

Not to take ANYTHING away from the Nepalese – ranked 31 notches above the Philippines in football – medyo dehado talaga sila dahil lamang ang Azkals sa huling pinagtatalunan sa mga usapang lasing at kanto ukol sa sports. Lamang ang Azkals sa mga hamon ng mga wala nang masabi at wala na sa sarili. Lamang ang Azkals dahil mas pogi sila.

Sabi mo sh*t ako dahil malabo ang argumento ko.

Malabo?

Ilang beses mo na bang narinig ang mga pasaring na, “Yabang! Gusto mo pa-pogi-an na lang?” O kaya, “Akala mo kung sino kang magaling? Eh aspalto na ang katapat ng mukha mo para umayos.” Non-sequitur ika nga ng mga college students na adik si Philo 101. Walang kinalaman basta makabanat. Ganyan talaga ang buhay natin, minsan banatan lang nang banatan. Pero dito na nga pumapasok ang bentahe ng mga nag-uusbungang national sports teams ng bansa. Kahit matalo ay MAS POGI pa rin ang ating team. Lakas-loob kong masasabi na wala pang nakalaban ang Azkals na nalamangan sila sa usaping ito. Kahit marahil pagulungin mo sa putikan si Neil Etheridge o si Anton Del Rosario ay mananatili silang maganda sa paningin kaysa sa kanilang mga kalaban.

Maliban sa Azkals ito rin ang lamang ng Philippine Volcanoes. Swak ang ngalan ng kanilang team dahil ibang klase ang kanilang pasabog. Naaalala niyo pa ba ang kanilang mga hulog ng langit na Bench billboards bago na-eskandalo ang ilang alkalde ng Metro Manila? Tuod lang ang hindi nakakaranas nang pagbabagong-kemikal sa katawan kapag napapadaan sa Guadalupe noon.

Tatlong Konkretong Dahilan:

  1. Dahil madaling makabuo ng mga fans club ang mga poging manlalaro. Kung pagbabasehan ang dami ng mga Twitter followers ng mga Azkals ay hindi na dapat ipagtakang giba ang bumangga sa mga kampon ng Kaholeros. Pustahan: nobenta porsyento ng mga fans ng Azkals ay mga babaeng nahumaling sa ka-cute-an nila. Mahalaga ang mga fans dahil sa kanilang dulot na suporta. Sa isang home game, sila ang magsisilbing sixth man. Pansinin ang Ginebra. Kahit noong mga panahon na mag-isang pasan sila ni Noli Locsin habang nag-iipon ng fouls sina Benny Cheng at Wilmer Ong ay kinakatakutan pa rin sila dahil sa lakas ng kanilang mga supporters. Nag-iiba ang timpla ng laro kapag na-i-involve ang mga fans. Naaalala niyo pa ba ang mga hiyawan sa mga pagkakataong papasok sa laro si Coach Jaworski? Grabe. Pandemonium. Sa mga pagkakataong ipapasok ang anak na si Dudut? Grabe. Apocalypse.
  2. Dahil malamang sa malamang maraming opportunities for product endorsements ang mga poging malalaro. Sa isang bansa na sumpa ang mga sports officials, malaking tulong ang anumang ekstrang kikitain ng mga atleta sa labas ng laro. Naaala ko nang minsan lumaban ang amateur boxers natin isang international competition. Kalunos-lunos ang kanilang pinagdaanan dahil sa kakulangan ng funds. Akalin mong naghiramanan ng mga uniporme. Taragis lang talaga ang mga sports officials ng Pilipinas. Taragis lang. Hindi ko alam kung paano sila nakakatulog ng mahimbing gabi-gabi. Kung endorsements din lamang naman ang pag-uusapan ay di na mabilang sa daliri ang dami ng produktong nakadikit sa pangalan ng Azkals. Ultimong Cortal. Hindi raw ito makakatulong dahil nasisira ang focus ng mga atleta ayon sa mga bitter na kritiko. Tell that to Michael Jordan.
  3. Dahil maaaring balikan ang mga kalaban ng pa-pogi-an na lang kapag natalo. Hindi ko alam kung humihirit din ng ganito ang ibang bansa pero sa atin tanggap na ang ganitong resbak. Kung dito rin lamang naman sa Timog Silangang Asya ay siguradong walang papatol sa atin sa ganitong usapan. Actually, sa kalidad ng hitsura ng mga manlalaro natin sa football at rugby, kahit sa buong Asya. Talo-talo na lang sa Europe at Latin America pero malayo-layo pa naman ang panahon na makikita natin maglaban ang Philippines at Spain so makakapag-ipon pa na ka-pogi-an ang ating mga dating mananakop.

Naalala ko ang mga dating Palarong Panlungsod na sinalihan ng aming paaralan noon. Kumpara sa ibang schools, medyo nakakaangat sa buhay ang mga mag-aaral sa amin. Kaya gayon na lamang ang aming kantiyaw sa kalaban tuwing matatalo na kami sa basketball. “Mas pogi pa nga ang sapatos namin kaysa sa inyo!” Paano ba naman ay aakalain mong may parada ng mga latest Nike shoes kapag naglalaro ang aming basketball team. Simpleng panlilibak pero dama mo ang social class divide. Kaya nga kung mukha na lamang ang pag-uusapan ay hindi masasabing class discrimination dahil may pogi at pangit, mayaman man o mahirap. Tandaan din natin na kapag lumlaban ang Pilipinas sa mga international competitions ay malamang-lamang TAYO ang nasa malas na dulo ng economic spectrum. Inglesero man ang mga Azkals at Volcanoes ay Third World pa rin ang bandilang ipinaglalaban nila. Kaya ipagyabang na natin palagi ang anumang bagay na lamang tayo.

Paano kung nakatapat ng magaling na pogi pa. Case in Point: Cristiano Ronaldo. Eh mas lalaki naman na di hamak si Caligdong kaysa sa kanya. Tapos.

05
Sep
11

DVD Review: Dallas Mavericks 2011 NBA Champions

Father has been calling since last month checking if a commemorative video of the 2011 season of the National Basketball Association is out in the market. He makes all these calls just to make sure I get one for him. Insane. I guess he is just reminding me since am no fan of the Dallas Mavericks. Not that I hate Dirk or Cuban but I just lost real interest for the game after Michael Jordan retired. Papa remained a fan. He has videos of past champs including the Spurs, the Pistons, the Celtics and the Lakers. But I remained a true Jordan disciple for I never tried to touch his collection. So it felt strange shelling a couple of pesos for Dirk and his first championship ring. Felt stranger watching it a couple of nights ago. Felt strangest to feature it as the first DVD review post of this blog. The attraction lays in the unadulterated fact that Kobe and Lebron got b*tchslapped in the last season. To see a puckered Black Mamba sitting like a pissed-off diva on the bench is precious. To relieve the horrible three-point attempts and chickening-out passes to Mario Chalmers of Bron is pure personal entertainment. This post is a bit different as invited three reviewers and cannot be more different from one another.

ME: Id. Ego. Superego. Good afternoon.

EGO: Good afternoon. I like this frappucino but must you spend this much for a coffee?

SUPEREGO: I agree. These cafes are not serving coffee but caloric time bombs disguised as melted candies. Apologies for the strong language.

ID: The hell…let her spend her hard-earned cash. Sup Boss.

ME: Thanks Id. You all got the memo this is going to be a review so f*ck moralizing.

SUPEREGO: Goodness gracious! Do not use foul language in public places.

EGO: I got it. I got. No need to drop f-bombs. Start rolling.

ME: Good. Over-all impression. Is this worth it?

EGO: If you’re a Mavericks freak…

SUPEREGO: That and the unfolding drama of the league’s perennial heartbreak kids finally reaching the top is quite special.

ID: Notice all the Jason Terry interview clips? Man. It is C-R-E-E-P-Y. He is looking straight in the camera like he is going to taunt the Miami Heat at one point. I bet this is going to be a nightmare for LeBrick.

SUPEREGO: Stop the hate.

ID: I mean LeRingless

ME (snickers): Cut it out. How does this compare with previous official Finals DVD?

EGO: Can only compare it to the Bulls because never even took a peek on the others.

ME: Right. Go ahead.

EGO: You do have an issue against the narrator.

ME: Yes! I miss the previous narrators. Seems Ahmad Rashad does not have gravitas going for him. Just does not sound authoritative. I mean he knows a lot about the game and has been a league fixture but the strength of narrators lies in their voices. There is a special and OBVIOUS reason Morgan Freeman narrates ANYTHING.

SUPEREGO: I agree but time might help him.

ID: Denzel Washington did some narration them. The coolest!

SUPEREGO: Gorgeous Denzel. Amen.

EGO: Best dunks video?

ME: Yes. In terms of distribution of topics.

SUPEREGO: Nice of them to include a brief history of the team. Never knew they we’re play-offs material back then.

ID: Rolando Blackman

ME: Right. Nice piece of information there. Blackman is a Mavericks original. One of the most underrated of all-time.

EGO: Regular season is just OK but the play-offs part is a bit inadequate.

SUPEREGO: Too tame.

ID: Super E requiring some bad-as*ness. Spill it: the Lakers scuffle is not included.

EGO: You like that one because Ron Artest is all id.

ID: Hold it there Ms. Balanced and Normal. I confess I lack proper judgement but to place me in the same planet as Artest is irresponsible. I am all id but he is pure mental.

SUPEREGO (laughs): Nice one.

ME: Think so too. Look at those Bulls documentaries. Some of the best highlights there are the heated match-ups against the Knicks. Same against the Pistons. Underlines the progress of the Bulls.

ID: Progress? More like the rest of the Bulls other than Jordan FINALLY DEVELOPING A PAIR.

EGO (laughs): True that. Dirk and the rest of the team defeated the defending champs because of their methodical offense and defense but the implosion of the Lakers also contributed to their demise. Dumping it in the cutting floor just does not present a balance opinion of the series.

SUPEREGO: Plus it is fun.

ME: You are stealing lines from Id.

ID: Super E is just realizing the perks of an Id.

EGO: The filmmakers got it right for the Oklahoma Thunders series. Put a lot of attention to Kevin Durant as an emerging superstar. He and Derrick Rose made quite a splash last season. Looks like the Bulls are back.

ME: I miss the old Bulls. I like Rose but he needs a proper big man. Noah is energetic and all but is not enough to provide strength in the middle. Had it been Durant and Rose in the Finals?

ID: Epic. Like a middle finger to the old-timers and the man from the Indecision.

SUPEREGO: You hate him so much.

ID: Because he has EVERYTHING going for him. Let us see: 1) athleticism 2) size and 3) skills. EVERYTHING EXCEPT DESIRE! Moving to Heat doomed him. He is just going to be a sidekick because his superstar friend has killer instincts. Boss here adores him because he reminds him of the old Jordan.

ME: That is right. He has the Jordan thing going for him.

EGO: Not Kobe?

ME: Do not mention his name in the same thought as Jordan.

SUPEREGO: Bosh?

ME: He looks like a pterodactyl.

ID: So true.

ME: Notice the coughing fits scandal did not also make the cut?

EGO: So much gold in the trash bin.

SUPEREGO: Conscious cover-up of the childish antics of the Heat superstars?

ID: Could be.

ME: Summing it up: 1) there is much to be desired in the general documentation 2) the narrator is uninspiring and 3) it is a bit too tame. Feedback on the bonus features?

SUPEREGO: I like the Jason Kidd part. Sort of a tribute to a long-time superstar finally hoisting a championship trophy though it is really all about his terrific court vision. Clip of Kidd going up against Yao Ming in an inbound situation AND delivering an alley-oop pass is astounding.

EGO: Should he do a Cariaso?

ME: You mean retire as a champion?

EGO: Yes.

ID: Some basketball career. Grandslammer as a rookie then retired as a champion. Cariaso is not a superstar but a consistent and superb baller. He is one inspiring captain. No offense meant to Patrimonio.

SUPEREGO: Id is not meaning to offend?

ID: Do not use such tone Prude One.

ME: Cut it out. The other bonus features include one touching off-court activity of Jason Terry.

EGO: He and his daughter Jasonia…

ID: Naming his daughter Jasonia speaks so much about him.

ME: Shut up. Let Ego speak.

EGO: He and his daughter Jasonia spends quality time during game practices. His daughter is part of her grade school basketball team while Jason coaches the girls. Turns out Terry is a terrific father despite his on-court arrogance.

ID: Terrific Terry. No doubt Noli Eala will call him as such if he is still a game commentator.

ME: Remember his idea of calling Ali Peek as the Ice Peek because he has cool moves in the paint?

SUPEREGO (laughs): Do not forget his brilliant proposal…

ID: …of meriting three points for successful dunks. Damn.

EGO: This brings into question: does the patented step back jumper of Dirk merits three-points in Planet Eala.

ME (laughs): You three are FUNNY. There is also bonus feature on that and includes reactions from his usual defenders.

ID: Persuading other people to comment on his remarkable shot must be hard.

EGO: Like asking Hatton to comment on the punching skills of Pacquiao.

SUPEREGO: Or the Ultimate Jordan bonus feature Greatest Jordan Moments.

ME: Yes! Cliff Robinson response hit the jackpot. “I do not think I have a favorite Jordan moment.” Number 23 tormented him for SIX three-points shot in a single half. You think he has a FAVORITE Jordan moment?!

EGO: Who comes up with these stupid interview questions?

ID: Idiots.

SUPEREGO: Bonus feature Dirk the Gunslinger?

ID: Fail.

ME: Why?

ID: Because Dirk is a hulking German and does not fit the bill of a gunslinger even if he is playing for Dallas. More like an assassin. The German Assassin sounds better.

EGO: Right. Last feature is on the improbable last quarter comeback in Game 2 of the Finals.

SUPEREGO: Boss fell asleep.

ME: Yeah. The excitement is lost because it should have included the lead build-up of the Heat to add a better context. The fall makes sense if the rise is included. To end this discussion: 3 best highlights and alphabetical rating.

EGO: 1) series against the Heat 2) Jason Kidd feature and 3) Rick Carisle as a Celtics champion then as a triumphant coach. Rating: B-

SUPEREGO: 1) brief history of the team 2) regular season run and 3) Jason Terry as a father. Rating: B.

ID: 1) an extended clip of Deshawn Stevenson swagger walk 2) enthusiastic and underarm-perspiring cheering moments of Mark Cuban and 3) an old clip of Nowitzki in a Titanic haircut and Nash in a pre-solo career Justin Timberlake do. Rating: B-

ME: There it is. I also go for a B-.

Note: The 2011 Finals Official DVD is available in all leading record stores and sells for Php550.

01
Sep
11

Ang Siste Eh: Maraming Salamat Coach Tim Cone

Nagsimula sa mga intriga. Aalis na nga ba ang head coach ng Alaska na si Tim Cone? Bilang isang die-hard fan ng Alaska, hindi ko ito mapaniwalaan. Hindi ko ito matanggap. Papaanong aalis si Cone eh siya ang mukha ng nasabing koponan. Ayon sa pinakahuling commercial ng Alaska, “I am not Tim Cone. I am Alaska Aces.” Totoo. Team sports ang basketball at hindi maaaring iisang tao lamang ang maging mukha nito. Pero hindi sa kaso ni Tim Cone. Nakaukit na ang long sleeved polo shirt at neck tie sa bench ng Alaska. Ang ibang koponan parang nagpapalit lang ng SIM card kung makapagpalit ng coach. Iba ang team ko. Parang Motolite dahil pangmatagalan. Kapag binabalikan ko ang mga lumang editions Hardcourt parang hindi nagbabago ang mukha ng Alaska. Players lamang ang umaalis at dumarating pero ang coach, manager at si Mang Tom, nanatili sa kanilang pwesto. Consistent.

Hindi na bago ang paglisan sa mga fans na katulad namin. Nakakapanibago ng hindi si Sean Chambers ang import.  Nang hindi na si Abarrientos ang nagdadala ng bola. Nang hindi na si Lastimosa ang tumitira ng clutch shots. Nang hindi na si Hawkins ang nakikipaggulangan sa loob. Pero natanggap rin namin sa kalaunan. Pero iba ito. Parang iniwan kami ng aming ama sa loob ng basketball court. Kung babasahin mo ang mga Facebook comments sa Aces Nation parang naulila silang lahat. Naulila kaming lahat.

Kanina pang Twitter Trending Topic si Coach Tim. Marahil ang kauna-unahang Filipino basketball coach na naka-achieve nito. Parang retirement lamang ni Jerry Sloan na naramdaman at ikinalungkot ng karamihan ng basketball fans. Inakala kasi natin hindi sila maghihiwalay kailanman. Na kung hahanapan natin ng ehemplo ng konsepto ng forever in real-life, hindi mo ito makikita sa mga kilalang love teams kundi sa samahang Cone at Alaska o Sloan at Jazz. Hindi pala. Natatapos din. Cliche pero totoo na all good things must come to an end. Higit pa sa good ang binuong legacy ni Coach Tim dahil great ang tamang description. 13 championships under his belt. Ang ibang coaches nga nangangarap lang na makapasok ng championship pero ito, parang normal lang. Pero alam natin na hindi ito norma. Pinaghirapan lahat.

Bago nanalo ng kauna-unahang All-Filipino Championship ang Alaska noong 1996, palagi na lang inaakusahan ang koponan na nananalo lamang dahil sa import. Sa madaling salita, olats kapag wala si Chambers sa tabi. Hanggang ngayon bitter pa rin ang mga Purefoods fans sa kanilang pagkatalo, pero hindi maikakaila na 1996 is all about Alaska. Hindi madaling maka-grandslam. Kinailangan nilang lusutan ang opensa at depensa nina Patrimonio at Codinera. Umabot ng kagulat-gulat na do-or-die game against Formula Shell. Idagdag pa na nagpalit sila ng import sa kalagitnaan ng laban. Tapos sa kanilang pinakahuling obstacle, sinagupa nila ang pinakasikat na koponan sa buong bansa. Pero lahat nalampasan.

’90s kid ako. Mahal na mahal ko ang dekadang ito. Nagaagawan sa aking atensyon ang mga pakikipagsapalaran ng Power Rangers, ang epic battles nina Yokozuna at Undertaker at of course, ang laban ng Alaska. Mukha ng tanga ang kwento ng bagong Power Rangers. Ganoon din ang mga pa-epek ni Vince McMahon sa wrestling. Alaska na lang ang natitira. Nandito pa sila. Nanalo pa rin kahit papaano. Iba man ang mga manlalaro, nandoon pa rin ang aming kinalakihang coach. Natutunan namin na ngitian lamang ang malalabong calls ng referee. Natutunan namin na mananalo pa ang team kahit ilang segundo na lang nalalabi sa orasan.  Natutunan namin na oks lang mag-tantrums sa sideline kung nais i-fire up ang team. Siguro kung tatanungin ang mga fans ng Alaska kung ano ang kanilang paboritong Tim Cone moment, mahihirapan sila o mauubusan ng oras sa dami ng babanggitin. Pero malabong kabilang ang announcement na ito sa kanilang mga paboritong. It is indeed a bittersweet pill to swallow. Kapag si Jolas nagretiro, pwede siyang mag-coach pero si Cone kapag nagretiro, pwede bang maglaro? Hindi. Tapos na ang usapan.

Tama sila. It is an end of an era. Pero kung pag-uusapan ang Philippine Basketball Association, matagal nang natapos ito. Mula nang naging mukhang pera ang pamamalakad dito. Bulok na sistema na mismong mga die-hard fans ang nakakapansin. Kung mismong mga katulad nmin ang nati-turn off sa kanilang pamamalakad, paano pa sila makakasiguro na mapaparami pa nila ang fans ng liga? Sa paglisan ni Tim Cone sa Alaska, parang nasira ang aming bridge sa good old times ng Philippine basketball. Parang napundi ang parola sa oras na kinakailangan ito. Parang nagkaroon ng road re-blocking sa kalagitnaan ng rush hour.

Mahirap isa-isahin ang mga dahilan kung bakit big deal The Decision ni Tim Cone. Hindi masusukat sa dami ng championships. Hindi rin ito masusukat sa mga nakamit na individual achievements ng mga manlalaro ng Alaska. Hindi rin sa dami ng fans ng Alaska.  Big deal ang paglisan ni Tim Cone sa Alaska dahil Tim Cone = Alaska. 

Matagal kong sinulat ito pero trending pa rin si Tim Cone. Maraming nagluluksa pati fans ng Ginebra. 

13
Jun
11

Live-Blogging: The NBA Finals 2011 Game 6

9:39AM WIN OR DIE. Dallas Mavericks leads with seven after a Shawn Marrion put-back.

9:45AM FINALLY brought the Starbucks tumbler I have been meaning to use in the office.

9:49AM LeBron James commits an offensive against – of all people – JJ Barea. The hell is he thinking?!

9:51AM Dirk Nowitzki makes a three-point basket gives Mavs a 6-point lead in the third chapter of the all-important Game 6. 72-56.

9:52AM James gets the ball but loses the ball in the fast break. Mavs last touch. Wade DOING all his best to give his team a fighting chance. He seems to be losing his temper after getting called an offense against Brian Cardinal. Keep it cool. Lazy Butt James is having another personal meltdown.

9:57AM Gloria Estafan rooting for Miami. Let us hear it from the original Miami Sound Machine! Gloria Estefan>Jennifer Lopez.

9:58AM Udonis Haslem sinks both freebies cuts lead to 5.

10:00AM Black coral probe in the Senate. Haslem rebound results to another offensive put-back. Jason Terry answers back with a high-looping drive. Looking for Tyson Chandler. He’s sitting in the bench after committing 4 fouls.

10:01AM Juwan Howard fouls Marion. Freebies. 76-71, Mavs.

10:03AM 58% foul-throw shooting for the Heat. Jason Kidd punishes them with a 3 on the other end. Score stands at 79-71 for the Mavs. James misses first but makes second freebie. Awful shooting.

10:05AM Twitter Trending: Dear Dirk. Sample: “Dear Dirk, with all these bricks, you could start working on a house for someone.” FUNNY.

10:09AM Erik Spoelstra emphasizing MENTAL STABILITY. Hoping James is listening. Haslem gets fouled. 81-73, Mavs.

10:11AM Wade making things happen. Drives strong gets fouled but misses a freebie. Cursed or something? 81-75, Mavs.

10:12AM Mario Chalmers fishes a foul on Nowtzki. Shooting freebies. SLOWLY CLIMBING. Doing it despite a mental fart from James.

10:13AM Wade is DOING EVERYTHING. But Barea SILENCES THE CROWD. Then gets the rebound on the end of the court. Terry steals the ball. Haslem fouls him.

10:19AM Stopping. Popping. TERRY SCORES. Double-digit lead. Heat turns the ball over.

10:20AM James MISSES EVERYTHING. Did not hit even the back iron. Mavs side: Barea whizzes past the defense for another basket.

10:25AM If James misses that offensive put-back, the Heat should sell his contract for a discount after the series.

10:26AM Nowitzki scores. Wade gets stripped. Velociraptor recovers the ball and scores plus a foul. Chalmers steals the ball. Forces a basket. Chandler blocks him. Mavs ball.

10:33AM IS THE GAME SLIPPING FROM THE HEAT?

10:34AM The hell is Chalmers thinking? Nowitzki scores.

10:35AM James did not fought for the loose ball. Michael Jordan is LAUGHING SOMEWHERE. “He is supposed to inherit MY MANTLE?!”

10:36AM DAMN. NOWITZKI. CUBAN STOOD UP.

10:37AM “LeBron is terrible!” — Joseph Yeo

10:39AM TERRY KILLS HEAT WITH ANOTHER JUMPER. James also scored.

10:40AM James bricks a three. Some fans are leaving the arena. The bloggers WILL BE HAVING A FIELD DAY.

10:41AM Dear Dirk: Congratulations!

10:42AM 18.8 seconds to go before LEBRON JAMES CRY.

10:43AM Chalmers hits a three after a Spoelstra time-out. Heat putting up some press. TOO LATE. TOO FREAKIN’ LATE.

10:44AM There it goes. MAVS ARE THE CHAMPS!

10:50AM David Stern presenting the Larry O’ Brien and the Bill Russell MVP. Dirk deserves it even of he bricked a lot of shots tonight. Rick Carlisle Oh. Mark Cuban requested the Stern to dedicate the their first championship to Mavs first owner. CLASSY.

10:52AM “This team has so much heart. So much dedication.” — Mark Cuban

10:53AM “I have an announcement: our owner is now available for interviews.” — Rick Carlisle. THEORY: Successful coaches has a CELEBRITY LOOK-ALIKE. Phil Jackson = Jerry Garcia. Pat Riley = Gordon Gekko. Rick Carisle = Jim Carrey.

10:54AM Dirk wins it.

10:56AM “I just can’t believe the journey.” — Jason Kidd. Congratulations. Your career did not Malone.

IN THE TWITTER SIDE OF THINGS:

  • “Congrats Dallas!” — Maria Menounos
  • “Y’all gonna let me have it. Bring it. See @KingJames and @dwadeofficial this what happens when I believe. Still proud of y’all.” — Marlon Wayans
  • “Congratulations Dallas Mavericks.” — Donna Brazile
  • “Not your fault Spoelstra. LeBron just can’t do it.” — Boyet Sison
  • “The Decision is history. Let the Derision begin.” — Andy Borowitz
  • “Dallas! Kidd gets his first chip. Hell. Yes.” — Ali Peek
  • “Shunga mo, LeBron. Umuwi ka na!” — IC Mendoza
  • “Oh well. I’m happy for Jason Kidd. The Kidd is now a man.” — Paolo Valenciano
  • “Dirk, Kidd, Terry and Barea just showed everyone the kind of heart you need to have to win a championship. Congratulations, Dallas. 105-95.” — Chesca Litton
  • “Iiyak na si Dirk.” — Gabe Mercado
  • “Can I say that again? NO RING FOR THE KING. Mission accomplished. Thank you Mavericks.” — The Professional Heckler
  • “Dirk. Damn. So much respect for him now.” — Nic Belasco
  • “Congrats to my wife and her favorite, the Mavs.” — Ogie Alcasid
  • “People be sippin’ on that haterade. Don’t hate the player. Hate the team that didn’t win.” — Demi Lovato
  • “Congrats to the Dallas Mavs! They played with Inigo Montoya perseverance. Dirk has a kind energy. I LOVE RAISIN OATMEAL COOKIES!” — Josh Groban
  • “What an awesome NBA season. Didn’t expect the outcome to be like this. But that’s why I love the game.” — Brian Viloria
  • “Miami Cold.” — Matt Besser
  • “Still proud of you, Coach Spo! Heat will be back. Hopefully, wiser, stronger and tougher.” — Noli Eala
  • “Congrats to the World Champion Dallas Mavericks!” — Kenny Smith
Let us end this amazing basketball season with this video.
Jason Segel: “There is no way that LeBron will ever be Jordan. Call me when LeBron has six championships.”
Kid: “That’s YOUR ONLY argument?”
Jason Segel: “THAT’S THE ONLY ARGUMENT I NEED, SHAWN!”

FINAL SCORE: 105-96

KEY STAT: THE HEAT JUST GAVE UP. THERE.

Post-script:  “In the movie theater, I put my phone on LeBron mode so it wouldn’t RING.” — YouTube user

…and a FUNNY blog post from The New York Times.

10
Jun
11

Live-Blogging: The NBA Finals 2011 Game 5

9:25AM Clicked on the remote. Boom. Dallas leads Miami.

9:30AM Been out of the social media circuit because of a freakin’ insect bite so am not much into the game. Concern is more directed to the aching arm. Ouch.

9:40AM Putting on final facial touches, Wade goes to the locker room. Is he hurt? No. Please no. He is in full Michael Jordan mode these past games and it will be unfair for basketball fans to see him out of the Finals.

10:20AM Oooh. Vice Ganda has some cool-looking poses in the latest Preview magazine. Does not subscribe to this rag but thinks of getting one just to see the photos.

10:25AM End of first half. Dallas leads. Did not see the score but the arena is rockin’ so I surmise Cuban’s camp is in the driver seat.

10:30AM BREAKING NEWS: “Palabas na ng bansa ang bagyong si Dodong. Magkakaroon pa rin ng kalat-kalat ng pag-ulan sa Metro Manila at Luzon.” — ABS-CBN.

10:34AM “In terms of aggressiveness, siguro papasa siya. Pero sa outside shot, 0 out 4 si LeBron James.” — Manotoc

10:35AM Mark Miller starts things off in the second half with a game-tying three. 60-60.

10:36AM Shawn Marion with a go-ahead basket. 62-60, Mavs. Barea! 65-60.

10:37AM Miller is hot. Another three. 65-63, Mavs.

10:38AM Tyson Chandler taps ball for another offensive charge. Love his energy. On the other end, James posts-up(!) Dirk Nowitzki. Scores.

10:39AM Mavs score. Then James misses a drive.

10:40AM Velociraptor commits an offensive foul. 67-65, Mavs.

10:41AM Dallas needs to make their run NOW while Wade is out. There goes a BOOMING THREE from Nowitzki. 70-65, Mavs. (The German heard me.)

10:42AM Barea for three! 73-67, Mavs.

10:43AM Jason Webb is so generous to describe LeBron James’ game as ABOVE AVERAGE. His last three games are MEDIOCRE. So much for TAKING MY TALENTS TO SOUTH BEACH.

10:46AM Hell. Yeah. Barea. 75-69, Mavs.

10:47AM I have to give it to Velociraptor. He is more important in his team than James. Bron, a dinosaur is kicking your as*.

10:48AM Barea for the offensive rebound. The hell. Best Barea game so far.

10:50AM Another three from – surprise surprise – Jason Kidd. 78-71, Mavs. Heat turns the ball  over. Then quick dunk for Chandler. Spoelstra calls time. 80-71, Mavs.

10:53AM Checking news articles about the Boss. Missed doing this.

10:54AM “13 turn-overs leading to 21 points.” — Webb on Miami’s errors.

10:55AM Brian Cardinal is giving Rick Carlisle QUALITY MINUTES.

10:56AM Juwan Howard scoring inside. Howard scores and Bron is doing what?! And Wade is still doing all he can and MAKING SHOTS despite a painful lower back.

10:57AM Cardinal greets the floor again. Fouls James. Then he gets into a shouting match with Howard.

10:59AM Cardinal FORCES James to turn the ball over. 84-77, Mavs. Someone measure Cardinal and Chandler’s combined joules.

11:00AM Oh. Did I mention Nowitzki is NOT PLAYING during their run?

11:02AM Kidd ends the third chapter stripping James of the possession. MELTDOWN. MELT-DOWN. M-E-L-T-D-O-W-N.

11:08AM “Naloka naman ako sa blog na binabasa ko. Nakaka-distract ang kanyang mga personal photos. Ineng, dapat nag-Flickr ka. Hindi blog.” Barea SPINS. DRIVES. SCORES. END ONE.

11:09AM Ha. James turns the ball over.

11:11AM Nowitzki sinks both freebies. 90-83, Mavs. Heat scores. Cut leads to 5. Wade blocks Nowitzki then gets fouled on the other end. Gosh. Is James watching his friend PLAY LIKE A MAN?

11:13AM I like this ad of Summit bottled water. Haven’t tasted Chowking’s Chinese-style Chicken but my roommates said it ain’t that good. But the fastfood chain is REALLY marketing this one. Filipinos are one of the biggest chicken consumer in the world. Trivia: goat meat is the most consumed meat in the world.

11:17AM Killer THREE from Barea. Gives his team a five point lead. James then bricked a three.

11:18AM If James is TRYING to be a sidekick then at least aspire to be a GOOD one. You are killing me.

11:19AM Wade scores in a 2-on-2 fastbreak. 93-90, Mavs.

11:20AM Nowitzki shooting freebies. Sinks both. 95-90, Mavs. Spoelstra calls time. Harold Camping is on  a roll.

11:24AM Single point separation. Heat leads.

11:25AM “Isa pa. Inasawa na ni LeBron si Jason Terry.” — Manotoc. (Manotoc!)

11:26AM FINALLY SAW Pepsi’s ad, “Sa Akin ang ‘Pinas.” Damn. I miss B-movies. I miss local action flicks. Robert Gan Ledesma MAGPARAMDAM KA NAMAN!

11:28AM Smurfs!

11:29AM Wade is resurrecting his team.

11:30AM “Nowitzki. Seducing Chris Bosh.” — Gonzales (Boom!). Sulit na sulit ang tatlong ito if the Finals go the full route.

11:31AM Crucial turn-over from Nowitzki. 3:52 to go. 99-97, Heat.

11:33AM GAME TYING THREE FROM TERRY. 100 ALL.

11:34AM James bricks a three then Nowitzki slams one home. Back to Dallas. Then James commits an offensive foul.

11:35AM Kidd silences Heat. THREE! Bron bricked a three before that.

11:39AM Chandler blocks Wade. Bron drives(!) passes to Velociraptor. Gets fouled.

11:40AM “Hindi. Makaka-tres pa iyan.” — Dennis Macinas (Heat fan). Then Jason Terry hits a three. Ouch.

11:41AM James drives and scores. FINALLY he ditched taking three’s.

11:43AM Desperation Time.

11:44AM Wade misses a contested three. See? Heat still favors him than the other one. Terry makes both freebies, 112-103, Mavs.

11:45AM Wade should punch James in the face.

FINAL SCORE: 112-103

DALLAS LEADS 3-2

KEY STAT: Three-point shooting. Better shot selection. Forcing Heat to commit more errors.  LeBrick.

03
Jun
11

Live-Blogging: The NBA Finals 2011 Game 2

9:15AM As I slip on the last three bangles, I am reminded of the nagging idea that the greatest basketball league is colluding to give LeBron James his first ring. Total embarrassment will envelope the National Basketball Association if a Kevin Durant or a Derrick Rose hoist the Larry O’Brien trophy before James. An immediate changing of the guard before one of its vaunted superstar reach the ultimate prize is just unacceptable.

9:20AM A lime green Cherry car makes a slow right turn from the parking light and as I had a strange feeling it will stop in front of me. It did. Professor Abraham of the UP Diliman College of Arts and Letters (and Kontra-Gapi fame), once again offered me a free ride. LUCKY START. As I closed the car door and settled in the passenger seat, he introduced himself. “Pangalawang beses ko na pong nakasakay dito.” I replied quite meekly. (Downright lie. This is the 3rd time. And no. It is not a conscious effort. I just happened to be a the right place and at the right time.) I was about to thank him again when he said, “Alam mo ba sa Buddhist teaching…’di ba may mga monks? Itong mga monks na ito, pumupunta sila sa bahay-bahay may dalang lalagyan ng bigas. Hindi limos dahil iyong mga nagbigay pa ang magpapasalamat. ‘Thank you for giving me a chance to do his act of charity.’ Parang ganun din ako. Nang sumakay ka, nagpapasalamat akong binigyan mo ako ng chance na makagawa ng mabuti.” Some people are deep and kind. Thank you Sir!

9:29AM “Napapailing ka Jason. Bakit?” — Gonzales. Jason replied something like, Spoelstara called  a time out and the Heat cannot make the play. Funnier if he just retorted, “Naaalala ko lang ng hindi namin matalo ang UST Growling Tigers noon.”

9:30AM Barea streaking. Barea rebounding. Barea scratching Miller. Barea!

9:40AM Starting computer office up. Cue in Rolling Stones, “Start Me Up.” “If you start it up/Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got.”

9:45AM Dangerous cross-court passes resulting to turnovers. Nowitzki. Stop it!

9:56AM Chicago-native is on fire!

9:58AM Velociraptor seems quiet.

9:59AM James makes a jumper with a foul.

10:00AM Good pass Kidd. 49-42 Mavs.

10:01AM Brick shot from Kidd. Come on. Pass the ball!

10:02AM Three fouls on James. Heat steals ball. Wade misses drive. I do not think it is a foul. Quick pass on the other side. Dunk. Biggest lead of Mavs at 51-42. Three minutes to go in the second quarter. 

10:03AM Lamborghini ad in the Philippines?! Oh. Just Globe Tattoo Lamborghini edition. The hell.

10:07AM Watching a Velociraptor make freebies. Aaack! Aaack! (The best Velociraptor onomatopoeia I can think of. Sounds like a panicking Cathy. Comic strips Cathy.)

10:08AM On the Mavericks: “Grabe ang pasahan. Sumobra lang.” — Manotoc. Go TJ! 51-46 Mavs.

10:11AM Checking Facebook livestream. First thing I see, “China Fired at Filipino Fishermen in China Atoll.” Friend commenting, “Release the Kraken!” Hahaha! Smells like a diplomatic protest. If I were the fishermen, i-English-in ko na lang sila hanggang mag-nosebleed.

10:12AM Wade for three! People talkin’ about Kobe or Bron as the next Michael Jordan? Do not forget this man. Even Jordan thinks so.

10:13AM Cannot get closer than this. Tied at 51. Damn.

KEY STAT: Heat defense causing Mavericks to turn the ball over.

HALF-TIME BREAK

10:18AM Bureau of Customs Chief Lito Alvarez announcing that his department has filed smuggling charges against consignees  and shippers of the black corals and other endangered species. So…he keeps his position?

10:20AM Tenorio endorsing Gatorade. His voice seems bigger than him. The clutch guard is one of the FEW Blue Eagles I like. (I need to emphasize the adjective.) The other one is Fonacier. Magnum Membrere. Injuries cut his potential career.

10:29AM “Na-ospital ang dalawang taga-Pangasinan nang kumain ng botchang bangus…” — newsflash (Er…) “Sa Batangas, hindi masusunod agad ang utos ni Sec. Robredo na baklasin agad ang mga fishpens…” — newsflash (Toinks!)

10:33AM Khloe Kardashian just Tweeted that “‘Because I said So’ is on. I so love this movie.” Your taste in movies and men are both bad.

SECOND HALF

10:36AM Behind-the-back reverse dunk for Wade. Mavs turn-over. Fastbreak for James. 57-52 Heat.

10:39AM Promotion overload for the soap of Robin Padilla and Bea Alonzo.

10:40AM Marion scores. Ends drought. 57-54 Heat.

10:41AM Struggling Velociraptor. Nowitzki scores on the other end. One-point game.

10:42AM Rampaging Wade. Wade-ing through. 59-56 Heat.

10:43AM Chandler taking care of business in rebounding end.

10:44AM Rare travelling infraction from Kidd.

10:45AM Velociraptor got blocked.

10:46AM The hell! James elbowed Nowitzki and refs called a technical on the Heat coach?! James missed the freebies. Boo effin’ hoo. I hate him.

10:47AMMTRCB Calls for Mandatory Trust Fund for Child Stars” — Manila Bulletin. Call this the Nino Mulach Approach. New television rating code to be unveiled next month.

10:49AMFr. Bernas Finds Contraception = Abortion Statement by Anti-RH Bill Advocates, Hilarious” — spot.ph FINALLY SOME SENSE.

10:50AM Bibby is alive! (Dr. Frankenstein voice: He’s alive! He’s alive!) Hits second three for a 59-51 lead.

10:54AM Someone posted a casual conversation video of the Boss. Needs to see it first. Nice! The range of topics is amazing. Rapid-fire questions and rapid-fire replies.

10:57AM Celebrities in the game: Steve Nash, David Stern and Gordon Gekko.

11:00AM Wondering if major grocery stores are selling Brewer’s Pocket Perks. Coffee-flavored candies. Addicted to it. Bought a pack in a convenient store.

11:04AM Officemate gave me a Prince William and Kate Middleton postcard. The Duke and Duchess Cambridge is smiling in the desk cork-board.

11:10AM Ooops. Have not been checking the game. A game of runs. Mavs makes their run closes on the Heat. Heat retaliates for a 59-53 lead.

11:16AM James called for travelling. 81-73 Heat. Eight minutes to go in the final quarter.

11:17AM Velociraptor for a put-back slam. Turn-overs piling up for the Mavericks.

11:19AM Wade taking over! LeBron James who? Cleveland fans are right. Their former basketball savior will become a sidekick.

11: 23AM Powerbooks has a comicbook sale! (It’s Mall of Asia branch will be having a clearance sale this weekend. Bookworms, rejoice!) Speaking of comics, I FINALLY read Gerry Alanguilan’s Elmer last night. One of the best reads!

11:25AM Going to the last six minutes, Heat leads 88-77. Spoelstra calls for time. Mavs cuts lead from a high of 15.

11:30AM Single-digit lead for the Heat.

11:32AM Kidd for three! Rare.

11:33AM 3 minutes to go and the lead is down to 4, courtesy of Jason Terry basket.

11:34AM “The only drawback to watching Game 2 in the cool confines of my bed: I can now name all 109 teleseryes of ABS-CBN. Backwards.” — Francis Ochoa via Twitter. Hahaha!

11:35AM “Kung kelan tumanda si J. Kidd, kelan sya nagka shooting! Hehe good 3! Down the wire!” — Mark Andaya via Twitter (Yes. The tall local baller.)

11:36AM After a Spoelstra time-out, Heat turned the ball over resulting to Nowitzki jumper. Single possession separating both teams.

11:37AM Twilight zone. Bron bricks a shot. Wade keeps possession. The hell is shooting three?!

11:38AM Nowitzki delivers in a 3-on-1 fastbreak. TIED BALLGAME.

11:39AM Game-related Twitter trending topic: F*ck Miami.

11:40AM NOWITZKI FOR THREE! Mavs lead.

11:41AM Mavs coach looks a bit like certain comedian.

11:42AM Oooh. CHALMERS THREE! That is nice set-up. Good call Spoelstra.

11:44AM No more time-outs. 24.5 seconds to go.

11:45AM Nowitzki hits. Wade misses three. MAVS WIN! German  Assassin finished them off.

11:46AM Tied series. Mavs steal home-court advantage. Shifting to Dallas. Cuban, as I said last time, I need POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE.

FINAL SCORE95-93

TIED 1-1

KEY STAT: Heat coasted after posting a big lead and Mavs just killed them in the final minutes. Nowitzki resurrected and good screens from his teammates.

01
Jun
11

Live-Blogging: The NBA Finals 2011 Game 1

7:45AM I woke up and has no intention of parting with the pillows and comforter. Sure sign am excited with the game.

8:00AM Taking a bath. Still thinking a Durant-Rose Finals is better than all this talk about the potential first championship ring for LeBrick. Bron. LeBron.

8:40AM Putting on lipstick. Then spritzing some Harajuku Love.

8:45AM Getting out of the house. Thinks the game is starting but our basketball fanatic (videoke-loving) neighbor still has not turned on the television.

8:50AM Riding jeep shuttle.

8:55AM Taxi! The driver is so calm. I feel so safe. He is just breezing from one shortcut to another. Bad thing though he is listening to THAT radio station.

9:25AM Office building! Driver is so nice. Gave him quite a tip.

9:28AM Damn elevator.

9:30AM Office! Remote please. Opened all our sets.

9:32 AM “Kris Denies Romance with Chiz.” — ANC. Oh. Hell. No.

9:35AM Asked our Rhiza for some pan de sal and hotdog breakfast. Famish.

9:39AM Chris Bosh for a double. He looks more and more like a Velociraptor. 17-18 Heat.

9:40AM Jason Terry another triple! 20-18 Mavs. But Miller (not Reggie) connected from the distance. Three. 21-20 Heat. Back-and-forth game.

9:42AM Barrea so fast! Velociraptor got blocked.

9:43AM Filipino panelists discussing David Hasselhoff. Uhmmm.

9:48AM Barrea. “Mavs lead with 2. Biggest lead.” — TJ Manotoc

9:56AM Chalmers corner three. 30-26 Heat.

9:57AM Gordon Gekko. No. Pat Riley!He looks like him. Review old Knicks game. He STILL looks like Gekko. I remember our for editor who is a huge Pat fan. R.I.P. Sir Ahmed. Sleek back hair and all.

9:58AM Nowitzki missing his shots. Offensive rebound. Shawn Marion got fouled, shooting freebies. 30-29 Heat. In other station: Senate probe on poaching of black corals.

9:59AM Wade for three! Nowitzki drives, fakes, shoots and make it. 33-31 Mavs.

10:03AM Andal Ampatuan, Sr. pleads NOT GUILTY.

10:04AM The German hits his first triple. Mavs regain lead. Then a fading jumper.

10:05AM Kidd gets the ball and am like, “Pass the ball! Do not shoot.” Marion for a slam. See? Pass the ball.

10:07AM Chalmers three again. Good game for Chalmers. Kidd passes to Chandler for a dunk and a foul. See? Pass the ball.

10:08AM Velociraptor fakes and gets fouled. Makes freebies. Terry misses. Offensive rebound. Back to Terry for three. Chalmers responded with his own. 44-43 Mavs.

10:10AM Checking game-related Twitter Trend: Dirk Noringski and SMH Miami.

10:11AM End of first half. 44-43 Dallas Mavericks.

KEY STAT: Three-point shooting. Offensive rebounding.

HALF-TIME BREAK

10:20AM One pan de sal. Bite-size hotdogs.

10:27AM Checking some logos of the Finals. Found a poster of The Big Three emblazoned with a Mavs logo with this, “Yes. We. Did. Get beat by the Dallas Mavericks.” *grinning* Cuban! I need some pomp and circumstance when the games shift to Dallas.

SECOND HALF

10:31AM Second half starts.

10:33AM 51-43 Mavs. Biggest lead. Spoelstra calls for time.

10:35AM Reading “Kris Says No to Relationship with Chiz Escudero?” Blogger is OBVIOUSLY NOT A KRIS FAN. “Bibe J” and “Juice”. Go. Click the link.

10:37AM Wade back-to-back drive. Had James not entered the picture, I should be cheering for Heat because of Wade.

10:38AM “Kidd is the oldest point guard in the Finals.” — Gonzales. I have a rookie card of Kidd. Goodness.

10:39AM Nice passing. Nowitzki to Marion. Quick basket.

10:40AM Women rocks. Live-blogging. Reviewing social media accounts. Checking four e-mail accounts. Eating breakfast. Suffering from dysmenorrhea. Women rocks.

10:41AM LeBron scores. 53-51 Mavs.

10:42AM Marion misses a dunk but gets a rebound and forces third foul of Velociraptor. Makes freebies. 55-51 Mavs.

10:44AM Wade scores again. He is hot. Velociraptor blocks Marion. Swats ball outside. Mavs regain possession. Marion with a jumper. Silences Velocirpator.

10:45AM Barea misses a drive. I feel the pain. No one should hurt Barea.

10:47AM I thought Kidd will shoot. He passed. Pass the ball.

10:49AM Peja releases an unguarded triple and there is a trail of collective groaning from the Heat crowd. He misses. Received applause. You have to love basketball!

10:53AM Tied ball game!

10:54AM LeBron turns the ball over leading to a fastbreak. Oldest point guard leading the break.

10:55AM “There’s nothing like a great big three to energize the crowd.” — Gonzales. Bron makes it and gives lead to Heat.

10:56AM Karl Malone Sketchers Shape-up commercials. You got no ring and is endorsing Sketchers?!

10:57AM Juwan Howard enters the game. SEVENTEEN-YEAR VETERAN?! I have his rookie card. Kind of a basketball card hustler back in grade school. Ask the former classmates.

10:59AM Tough buzzer-beating three from Bron. I am so objective. 65-61 Heat. Mavs call for time.

11:02AM Gloria Estefan! Still gorgeous.

11:05AM Miller for three. 68-63 Heat.

11:07AM Velociraptor got blocked.

11:08AM Nowitzki uses left for a basket. 68-66 Mavs.

11:09AM Velcoripator turns the ball. Bosh fans will kill me. But he does looks like one. There is a Facebook page called “Chris Bosh is a Velociraptor.” Then “Chris Bosh is a Scrubby Velociraptor-Turtle Hybrid.”

11:14AM Stevenson corner three. 72-69 Heat.

11:16AM Haslem scores. 74-69 Heat. If Heat wins, Haslem and Miller should take the credit.

11:20AM “Kanina nang time-out, ang tinutugtog dito sa Triple A – American Airlines Arena – Takin’ Care of Business…” — Gonzales. A song from a child sex-soliciting has-been.

11:21AM Mavs usual game is missing. 75-69 Heat.

11:24AM Andal Ampatuan, Sr. pleads NOT GUILTY. Senate threatens to arrest black coral consignee. Department of Transportation and Communication Chief Ping De Jesus resigns. Congress tackling Divorce Bill. BUSY DAY. Best thing: Gabriela Representative Luz Ilagan Twitter replied me! I am a fan.

11:27AM Ooops. One of the nuns in our school just posted a pro-life video. Reason I cannot put that purple Twibbon on.

11:28AM Wade scores! 77-70 Heat.

11:30AM “Erik Dampier. Nakakalimutan nilang nasa Heat.” — Webb.

Dear Mr. Webb: I also have a rookie card of Dampier. Stop making me feel old. I also have a rookie card of A.C. Green. There. I confess.

11:31AM Block from Wade. Then makes a three. Aaargh. I hate Bron. I cannot support the Chicago-native because of YOU.

11:33AM So a local station is now showing blockbuster movies from Thailand? I like it. Glad Thailand’s film industry is rolling because it was once declared dead before. I still have hope for our movies.

11:35AM Bron completes a three-point play. Nowitzki answers back. 85-77 Heat.

11:36AM Twilight Zone as game enters the last minutes.

11:37AM Nowitzki gets fouled. In other news: German Moreno slams death reports.” WALANG PATAYAN!

11:40AM Right. Mike Bibby. I used to love him when he was in Sacramento. Him going up against O’ Neal’s Lakers is classic. The man is full of heart but his teammates are coasters. Kings fans are hard-core. I used to summer vacation there. Almost met the Michael Jordan in the airport. But I did chance upon Kemp in Seattle airport.

11:41AM Gah! Kidd shoots and bricks it. Pass the ball!

11:42AM Velociraptor gives Heat biggest lead with ten. Heat crowd throwing white towels.

11:43AM Nowitzki misses. Chandler misses put-back. Wade-James connection for a highlight.

11:44AM Tim Cone is right. Heat has to take the Nowitzki and Barrea out of the game.

11:45AM “Rebounds. 46 for Miami. 35 for Dallas.” — Gonzales. There goes the game.

11:48AM Doris Burke looks like a cougar librarian.

FINAL SCORE: 92-84

MIAMI HEAT LEADS 1-0

KEY STAT: Three point shooting and offensive rebounding.

03
Jan
11

The Reading List: January 2011

WEEK 1

SATCHEL: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN AMERICAN LEGEND

He is that rare American icon who has never been captured in a biography worthy of him. Now, at last here is the superbly researched, spell-bindingly told story of athlete, showman, philosopher, and boundary breaker Leroy “Satchel” Paige.

Few reliable records or news reports survive about players in the Negro Leagues. Through dogged detective work, award-winning journalist Larry Tye has tracked down the truth about this majestic and enigmatic pitcher, interviewing more than two hundred Negro Leaguers and Major Leaguers, talking to family and friends who had never told their stories before, and retracing Paige’s steps across the continent. Here is the stirring account of the child born to an Alabama washerwoman with twelve young mouths to feed, the boy who earned the nickname “Satchel” from his enterprising work as a railroad porter, the young man who took up baseball on the streets and in reform school, invoking his trademark hesitation pitch while throwing bricks at rival gang members.

Tye shows Paige barnstorming across America and growing into the superstar hurler of the Negro Leagues, a marvel who set records so eye-popping  they seemed like misprints, spent as much money as he made, and left tickets for “Mrs. Paige” that were picked up by a different woman at each game. In unprecedented detail, Tye reveals how Paige, hurt and angry when Jackie Robinson beat him to the Majors, emerged at the age of forty-two to help propel the Cleveland Indians to the World Series. He threw his last pitch from a big-league mound at an improbable fifty-nine. (Age is a case of mind over matter,” he said. “If you don’t mind, it don’t matter.) More than a fascinating account of a baseball odyssey, Satchel rewrites our history of the integration of the sport, with Satchel Paige in the starring role.

This is a powerful portrait of an American hero who employed a shuffling stereotype to disarm critics and racists, floated comical legends about himself – including about his own age – to deflect inquiry and remain elusive, and in the process, methodically built his own myth. “Don’t look back,” he famously said. “Something might be gaining on you.” Separating the truth from the legend, Satchel is a remarkable accomplishment, as large as this larger-than-life man.

AUTHOR: LARRY TYE

Larry Tye was a prize-winning journalist at the Boston Globe and Nieman Fellow at Harvard University. An avid baseball fan, Tye now runs a Boston-based training program for medical journalists. He is the author of The Falling of Spin, Home Lands, and Rising from the Rails and co-author with Kitty Dukakis, of Shock. He lives in Lexington, Massachusetts.

WEEK 2

AMERICA’S GIRL: THE INCREDIBLE STORY OF HOW SWIMMER GERTRUDE EDERLE CHANGED THE NATION

America’s Girl is an intimate look at the life and trials of Gertrude Ederle, who in 1926 not only became the first woman to swim across the English Channel but broke the record set by men. The feat so thrilled America that two million people welcomed her home with a ticker tape parade. This fascinating portrait follows Ederle from her early days as a competitive swimmer through her gold medal triumph at the 1924 Olympics and on to her first attempt the next year to swim from France to England in frigid and turbulent waters – a feat that had been conquered by only five men up to that time.

This is also a stirring look at the go-go era of the 1920s, when the country was about to recognize that women not only could vote but could compete on the international scale as athletes. At the height of prohibition, Ederle’s triumph over the formidable channel was a triumph for women everywhere.

America’s Girl immerses readers in a pivotal period of American history and brings to life the spirit of that time.

AUTHOR: TIM DAHLBERG WITH MARY EDERLE WARD AND BRENDA GREENE

Tim Dahlberg is a national sports columnist for the Associated Press. He has covered every major sports event, including ten Olympics, twelve Masters golf tournaments, and hundreds of championship fights. He lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Mary Ederle Ward is Gertrude Ederle’s neice, who assisted in her care for the last twelve years of her life, Gertrude passed on to her an extensive archive of more than fifteen hundred newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and other background materials on her life.

Brenda Greene is the author of several books and an editor.

WEEK 3

THE HORSE GOD BUILT: THE UNTOLD STORY OF SECRETARIAT, THE WORLD’S GREATEST RACEHORSE

Most of us know the legend of Secretariat, the handsome chestnut racehorse whose string of honors runs long and rich: the only two-year old ever to win the Horse of the Year, in 1972; the Triple Crown winner in 1973, his times in all these races still unsurpassed; the only horse listed in ESPN’s top fifty athletes of the twentieth century (ahead of Mickey Mantle). Yet while Secretariat will be remembered forever, one man, Eddie “Shorty” Swat, who as pivotal to the great horse’s success, has been all but forgotten – until now.

As a young black man growing up in South Carolina, Eddie Sweat struggled at several occupations before settling on the job he was born to do. As Secretariat’s groom, loyal friend, and protector, Eddie understood the horse far better than anyone else. A wildly generous man who could read a horse with his eyes, he shared in little of the financial success or glamor of Secretariat’s wins on the track, but won the heart of Big Red with his soft words and relentless devotion.

In The Horse God Built, Lawrence Scanlan gives the reader a groom’s-eye-view of the most exciting time in racing history. But more than anything else, it is a moving portrait of the powerful bond between human and horse.

AUTHOR: LAWRENCE SCANLAN

Lawrence Scanlan is the author of six best-selling books, including Wild about Horses and Little Horse of Iron. Scanlan worked closely with Marty Roberts on his acclaimed book, The Man who Listens to Horses. Winner of three Canadian National Magazine Awards for his journalism, Scanlan lives in Kingston, Ohio.

WEEK 4

A TERRIBLE SPLENDOR

On the eve of World War II, with the Nazi flag fluttering over Wimbledon’s Centre Court, America’s tennis champion took on Germany’s. One man played for his country, while the other hounded by the Gestapo, played for his life. A third, perhaps the greatest of them all, saw his own double life reflected in the contest.

AUTHOR: MARSHALL JON FISHER

Marshall Jon Fisher’s writing has been featured in The Atlanta and Harper’s, among other magazines, as well as in The Best American Essay 2003.




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