Here's another shot at hosting the #FIBAWC. Can we finally nail this one? Of course we're teaming with Japan and Indonesia this time around—so this sounds really very exciting. This side of Asia will definitely create a great vibe in the region and the whole wide world.
(Updated as of 112117, 09:52H) Not too long ago we heard and were excited about a new grassroots development league launching. And a country mad about hoops didn't think twice welcoming this exciting idea. We were even more surprised (or not at all) that the league's acronym begins with the initials "MP" —reminding us of one legendary boxing great (who by the way was a PBA playing-coach—yes—believe it or not, this is a fuc— uhm — FACT 😱 and not some fakenewsery ). And then add the customary kicker "BL" for Basketball League. And it's good to go. Well, you know who we're talking about, right? 😜
It's crippling. Yeah, sorry for desecrating the PBA logo. But this is just how the PBA pictures itself right about now. The issue is just so pressing and went out of the roof. And it seems it isn't moving forward just yet. 😩
It’s not learning how to say “annyeonghaseyo”. Neither a lesson on Korean geography, history and Koreanovela. By far this is the most difficult course we got to take. And we failed miserably. It was an F, or a 5 or 70% when passing should be 75—however you may want to measure it.
No disrespect to the Filipino hero-general. But perhaps his courage, resilience and more importantly — his long hair reminds us a lot about someone sporting a shampoo commercial-worthy hair style in the FIBA Asia Cup 2017 Gilas roster.
Tapos na Jones Cup 2017 at masaya tayo’t buhay na uli ang pambansang koponan (at siyempre ilang kembot nalang #FIBAAsiaCup2017 na rin). Pero may nagtanong, “Pare, sino ba yung bagong Fil-Am dun sa Gilas?”
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First things first. Happy New Year! Well, am I too late to the party? Okay, there's 300-something days before Christmas, so then. This blog's been in deep slumber for quite some time. Yeah, laundry, chores and all. The usual.