Let me start this off with a statement that describes me – I am a sports buff – and a competitive one for that matter. I’ve engaged in a number of sports growing up: basketball, volleyball, tennis, ping-pong, darts, bowling, lately football, and a lot more.
Growing up, as a Filipino kid in an urban community, basketball is my first love. Yes I am stereotyping right now. We only need a piece of wood, some strong wires, some nails, somewhere to hang the ‘board’ to, and voila, a make-shift basketball hoop is available. Don’t even talk about standards, as lines, heights, and even balls are just made out of anything that’s available.
Basketball is in my blood. And when my body broke down in a pick-up game in 2000 after fully tearing my ACL, my game changed. I remember jumping really well, I remember dashing and quickly going to my spots, I remember posting-up and backing down my opponents, I remember slamming the board on break-away lay-ups, ah the nostalgia, but I digress, that is not the point here.
Fast forward to 16 years later, playing with my mates two weeks ago, with my current heavy and transformed self, I played bad, like Harrison-Barnes-in-the-Finals bad! I think I missed 19 of the 20 shots I took, and yes, I kept on firing like a madman. I must’ve channeled my inner Kobe during that night, much to the chagrin of my team mates, and to the amusement of my opponents. Read More