Do you know how I disliked eating ampalaya? That’s how I disliked being beaten.
We may not win the gold medal but still we accomplish our objective. Keep me wondering what could have been the result if Marcus Douthit is available tonight. Iran spoiled my dream I odium you for life Hahddadi.
GILAS! GILAS! GILAS! GILAS! GILAS!
Hear it. Feel it. Savor it. Come along with it.
Sigh. I can’t help but shout my lungs out over the thrilling victory of Gilas Pilipinas against Korea which sealed the deal of making it to FIBA World Cup and brought us back to basketball elite club in Asian region. It’s been a long 40 years since we last had that tagged and fluke it happened again in front of Filipino crowd.
Dredge up back how we collapsed against Chinese Taipei; it took me a while to overcome a stunning turned of events that cost us the game. It’s just like a hard pill to swallow. How come we lose such a winnable one? Looking good with 13 point lead heading to the 4th quarter, crowd displaying waves, everyone’s giving high five, players all pumped up, Chris Ross with all smiles caught on act in the big cube hugging Michelle Madrigal. haha! Then suddenly we don’t know what hit us that in a blink of an eye a delightful crowd turned into a funeral wake. However, I don’t feel the need of pushing the panic button for the sudden developments. We’re still in the thick of things. Chilax.
“Matalo na tayo sa lahat wag lang sa mga Taiwanese” “Di bali ng hindi makakuha ng medal sa FIBA manalo lang sa Chinese Taipei”
I’m laughing my ass off when I saw such comments from netizens. Was that loss a big of a deal? Honestly I kinda want to drop a game just one game in the preliminaries, just you know for our players to feel the pain of losing and ignite fire in them to play better and perform desperately in defending our home court. But not in the hands of those freaking floppers Taiwanese. Hence, we can say it’s a blessing in disguise. See? The next game the Japanese were eaten alive like sushi by Gilas.
Twelve man line up composed of players from different ball clubs in the PBA-varied with size, skills, personality. But one entity is mutual among our players: they all played with heart. Wow big words. HAHA! I know some geniuses would dare questioned “heart?” That old adage must put in rest; come on how one can withstand a grueling tournament by heart. Seriously I don’t have an idea. All I know is Filipinos are hard working in nature that whatever they do they put their hearts into it. I hope that reason alone would be enough to satisfy your critic minds. Wait we also have another player in Marqus Douthit. He is no Filipino but they say he’s a naturalized, don’t know really what does it mean. He can’t speak Filipino, unfamiliar with our heritage, he sings our national anthem out of tune, he can’t stand balut, and his color is darker than ours (haven’t seen him closely) thus he plays similar as our guys with heart as his driving force. Indeed, he performed extremely beyond what the customs mandates to a naturalized individual.
Admit it we are a country of underdogs. We love to take on impossible mission against all odds, stand on the shoulder of giants and slay them down. Dig a hole and jump in to it. We always want to surprise the world and tickle their mind of how we attain such spectacular feat.
Now that our team is heading to the FIBA World Cup, we may now instigate in preparing ourselves to witness another greatness of our fellow in the big stage. Mystical it may seem, airhead it may sounds. I know where we stand against the likes of US, Spain, Russia and other Europe nation we’re nowhere near their caliber. World cup is already a big achievement but I know, I feel it, I foresee there still bigger things to come for our Gilas Pilipinas. We just have to dig deeper in our bag of magic tricks. Cast this on stone I vow that whenever you gentlemen yell “LABAN PILIPINAS” you can always count on me to shout “PUSO” JAdG twitter.com/awesomealvin028