Damn. I don’t know, man; that’s like.. old right?

When i was 15 and starting my freshman year in UP, i distinctly remember walking to philcoa after the freshman concert party thinking 25 years down the line, where will life take me?

That seemed like 3 lifetimes ago.

Im closer to 60 now than i am to that 15 year old noob smoking cigarettes thinking it was cool in his baggy jeans and his sling bag heavy with cans of beer and yet fuck man… 40???

15 years ago i could stay up all night and still play decent basketball no one would know anything was amiss.

Now its 9.45 pm and im debating with myself if i should finish this netflix movie or go to bed. 😂

But where am i really going with all this?

I guess i am more appreciative.

That even after all tbe stupid shit i’ve done i’m still here.



That’s probably the best way to describe this group of guys and what they do on the basketball floor. They get things done. Its never pretty, oh not by a long shot. We were probably in the mid 20s in 3 point shooting and overall shooting percentages. Fuck.. we beat armenia our first game with all those bricks we let fly.

Dear Kiddos

I havent really had a scare in a while. I guess most of the time, i turn a blind eye to whatever aches or pains im having just so i can be your superman.

Well.. not really turn a blind eye. I stress out a lot.. in private. I guess my stress management needs more work huh?

So now im lying on this hospital bed in the ICU foe observation.. guess daddy’s heart wanted a little attention. Now the doc is aaying things like Angiogram and Angina.. and frankly for the very first time im really scared.

Im scared of not being there for you. Scared that if something happens.. i might not be able to watch you score your first basket.. or tour first dance.. or pick you up when you both feel down.

But thats the future.. riggt now im really scared of not being able to continue doing what we always do. Horse around.. get ice cream go for walks.. bike rides.. piggy back rides… whoosh!

Im askong my heart to be stronger tho. Because i wanna grow hell of a lot more older with mom and watch you two blossom.

Im thanking my heart for the wake up call. I love you so so so so much and im crying coz i want nothing than to hold you all in my arms as tight as i possibly can.

I love you. And i will see you and hug you tomorrow.

she stole my heart

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even as she cried through the night

she stole my heart with her cooing sounds

her toothless smiles and her big brown eyes.


She stole my heart with her mother’s grace

that lifted eyebrow on that cheeky face

that unruly hair that just wont settle

those long eyelashes and her button nose.


she stole my heart as her brother laughed

and sang her a song when she wanted attention

i saw him hold her hand in his and promptly

declared he loved baby sis.


sometimes i think its all surreal

what did i do to deserve these two

but then i look at my wife and know

she’s had my heart all those years ago.




Letters to Sawyer.


August 11;

Dear Sawyer,

It was yesterday Thursday, August 10, when I saw mom tried calling me on my phone at work. I rang her up and she said… do you wanna know the gender?

I mean, how could i not smile and consider myself thrice blessed? Sawyer.. people will say it’s a boy’s name. but i really think it is BAD ASS! no one else can rock a name like Sawyer quite like you can babe.

So im guessing you wanna hear a story right? okay here goes.

It started with a birthday wish. yes babe, i wished for you. when we were able to confirm that you were on the way I was literally smiling from ear to ear. kuya Rohan it seems, also felt that you were coming. instead of sleeping in his own bed like he did from the day he was born, he started wanting to sleep with mom and dad and you. one family on one bed. he would rub mom’s belly, kiss it and say, I love you baby! goodnight!

Baby girl, I cant put to words how i am feeling right now. I cannot wait to meet you, to hold you, to love you. we will have lots of wonderful memories to make and i promise you i will fall in love with you over and over and over again every day. I wished for you on my birthday, and you will be arriving 3 days before my next birthday, isnt the universe amazing, babe?

Kuya Rohan, mama and myself will be excitedy awaiting your arrival. life has never been better love.




September 28

Dear Sawyer,

So today daddy is on his laptop watching gamefilm preparing for a double weekend. we lost our first game by a heartbreaking 2 points last week so we need to bounce back. but thats not the biggest news of the day. you wanna know what is? This.

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We finally got to see you. well, something akin to clay being molded and all that, but there’s no mistaking that beautiful face; even as it looks irritated as heck. hahaha

kinda made me think though, what kind of dad would i be to a little girl i would want to protect all her life? to be honest babe, im petrified. but i look around me, i see your mom, so strong and confident, i see your aunties who have all carved their own niches in this world deeper than most , your grand mother and grand aunts who have been the paragon of achieving through their own strengths,  and i think to myself; i will always have these strong women around me to help guide you in everything you do. dont take it the wrong way sawyer, im your dad; i will always worry. my mind will always work that way i guess. but somehow, i know definitely, you will be fine. no matter what life throws at us, we will be okay. i met you today, and tears were streaming down my face. i cannot wait to hold you. i cannot wait to watch you be the person you were meant to be. to sing you songs to put you to sleep will be bliss. to give you your milk in the dead of the night will be something i look forward to. to watch you grow and blossom, is my own personal victory. Sawyer, Daddy loves you. i cannot wait. january cannot come fast enough.



December 10

Dear Sawyer,

A lot has happened since I last wrote you a letter. right now you are around 2.5 kgs in your mom’s belly and very very active! we laugh every time we see you push and wiggle and kick and stretch while mom’s belly reflects your movements. Kuya Rohan has been doing well as well, always giving you kisses and saying how much he loves you, nowadays he has also included singing to you every night as part of his daily routine, his favorite song for you is twinkle twinkle little star by the way, maybe he can learn more new songs for you when you are born.

Mom has also set aside her bag of clothes already this early, we’re not gonna see you until another 6 weeks or so but wow, the way you keep moving around, your mom thinks you might be angling for an early entry. for now my little princess, relax. we cannot wait to meet you, that’s for sure but its best that you go the full term, ok? Your mom has been doing all she can to make sure you are always healthy, 

Sawyer, i wont lie to you, this world has changed. A lot of nights i lie awake and unable to sleep worrying about the world we are bringing our kids in to. but for all the ugly parts, we will always be here for you and kuya Rohan, to make life beautiful. i promise you love, I won’t ever stop doing everything i can to make sure that our little family will always be our happy place.

i love you



Dear Sawyer,

Today is the 24th of December. it is cold and chilly outside, mama is playing christmas songs, i can hear Kuya Rohan giggling and playing with his toy truck and wonderful smells are wafting out of the kitchen.

Presents are under the tree, and of course yours is there too. kuya Rohan has been wanting to open his gifts already but has been able to control himself.

earlier this week mom’s doctor said it could be possible that you’ll be arriving earlier than expected. hahaha i see someone is excited to meet us as well. even kuya Rohan looked at mommy’s tummy and said, sawyer has to come out, she’s so big! but Sawyer, you need as many more days inside mama’s tummy before you come to develop further. we will have lots of hugs and kisses for you soon enough.

Im sitting here now staring at the screen overwhelmed with emotion, forgive me for being a little mushy, kid. parenthood does that. We just rang up your grandmas Jane and Brenn, they cant wait to see you also when they come in June.

keep growing, keep kicking and letting us know you’re ok, and when the time is right, we’ll be here to welcome you into the world my little one.




January 1 2018

Dear Sawyer,

Well, first off, happy new year kiddo! We all celebrated the coming new year with tita annalisa and tito Enteng and ninang Diane and of course Ate Olivia.

It was a really great evening baby girl. We got to talking about the stereotyping of little girls,  and I couldnt agree more. see, a week ago mom and I went shopping for your clothes, and literally, everything was in pink!! no offense about the color, but what disguted us the most was the thought that was prevalent, that girls need to wear pink. fuck no!! oops, sorry, beer, wine and whiskey. but going back, i wanted to get you something in a different color other than pink, and like seriously, since when  was it decreed that little girls cant have animals or toy cars as designs on their clothes?


i really hate it. I went to the “boy section” and picked out different colors and designs i know you would look nice in. see, i dont care what the world thinks, im not about to pigeon hole my lil girl into a world of pink, just coz thatswhat the world thinks girls should wear. fuck the world!

oopss, again… papa being overly exuberant.

but anyway, i wont apologize for my views, in my opinion, women can be anyone and anything they wanna be, fuck whatever paternalistic thinking the rest of the world has.

imma be right by your side lil your kuya Rohan, my shoulders will be where you can stand on as you reach for the stars in your galaxy. imma be right here. i love you.




 January 10

Dear Sawyer,

I caught your mama yesterday, basking in the fading winter sunlight rubbing you while playing the tune from your dragon. By the way, kuya rohan chose it for you, lil man is pretty much as excited as we are to see you hold you and laugh with you.

Mama’s doctor scheduled an early c section on the 18th so right now it will be just a short week til you are in our arms. You know what? You are one very mischievious baby! Always turning around and arou, kicking and playing with mama even late at night. Of course it doesnt hurt that kuya rohan, messi and papa all snore up a storm so poor mama has to move to the other room sometimes to get a peaceful night’s rest.

She however, looks so beautiful doesnt she? No amount of sleeplessness, will ever make her lose her smile. She is indeed our small family’s super hero. I cant contain my excitement in finally getting to hold my lil girl in my arms! Im probably going to gush like a geyser. I look forward to all those hours of staying up and feeding you, changing your nappies, singing to you, cuddling you… oh lord.. i cant wait!!!

But i need you to be the patient one for the both of us okay? No eqrly surprises like your kuya rohan who decided to come out a month early.😂 we’ll be here love.


 January 16

Dear Sawyer,

So….. it appears that fate really wants you to come early. Yesterday mama was told her operation would be a day earlier. So today kuya Rohan and myself brought her to the hospital to prepare for your arrival.

This week is really jampacked. Kuya Rohan has been feverish for 3 days and im hoping it will break tomorrow. If not ninang Jovy wll come by to watch over him while i go sit beside mama to welcome you to the world.

Tomorrow papa also has a game we need to win.. and another game on saturday, the team and the board have been very gracious saying its ok to miss out and that i should be with you and mama.. but hopefully i can leave for just a couple of hours to be with them to. Maybe get a win for your birthday too.

Your second name has also been decided. Mama and I chose Danielle, after your tita Thea. You’ll love her, as well as all your other titas and titos. I hear she’s pretty stoked about it. I think it fits you perfectly.  I bet she’s already ready to tell you how awesome capricorns are.

Sawyer Danielle Baguilat Tolentino, i am counting the hours. I will see you soon love.



 And now you’re here.

Our party of four is about to start.

I miss you, half a year later.

I’m driving home on a thursday aftrrnoon and Ed Sheeran’s new song, castle on the hill comes blasting thru spotify.  Suddenly I find myself tearing up and crying and sobbing. 

It wasnt so much me reminiscing about the days of youthful bliss, although almost all of the instances he sang about happened with me and my friends. It was more, the line,

 “and i miss the way you make me feel/its real.”

That’s when You came to mind. For every time i came climbing in thru your bedroom window smelling of cheap liquor  or cigarettes, it was always how you made me feel afterwards, that mattered. It was always about how home felt whenever I came home. It didnt matter if it was in a drunken mess, or flush with some kind of small victory or my head bowed over a failing grade or whatever, you always made everything feel better. Your hugs, your smiles were like balms to a broken and wounded spirit. They mended me. Made me whole again to get up for the next round.

And I dont know, maybe because i got the news as i was getting ready for work, maybe it was because i didnt want my son to see me break down, maybe because i was sad my flight back home was a week late. 

I visited you and dad by myself at first. I cried there, but not as much as i wanted to. Maybe because i wanted to not breakdown in fron of Mom. All throughout the novena nights, all throughout our stay, even as we got back here i didnt let it all out. I never felt the same since half a year ago. I tried to busy myself with taking care of your great grandson, tried to keep myself occupied with basketball and coaching and trying to be a better person to make you proud.

Up until a half hour ago. I finally mourned you.

I broke down. I cried out your name over and over. I let it all out. Im sorry we couldnt make it back in time. Im sorry i wasnt able to hold your hand, see you smile one more time. Hug you, kiss you. Tell you we’ll be fine,And thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Im sorry i wasnt able to be there to help carry you to your resting place beside dad. Terribly sorry, yrt i know you understood. Yet i know you knew i tried everything i could.

I will always mourn you. I will always remember you, my son and any other kids coming in the future will grow up with stories of you. And i’m crying again, but i know i’ll be okay, it will be okay. I know you know i miss you. And i love you ma.

Dear Rohan

It is now December 22, and i always look forward to pickingyou up fromdaycare and us watching the lord ofthe rings or star warsmovies

In the mornings, you would wake up really early and climb into our bedto sleepin my arms. Itreasure tbesemoments andhope thatyou willremember them whenyou grow older.

Right now, i really have no idea what the future holds. Daddy has some perplexing health issues he cant seem to understand. I trust all will be well though. Because nothing is ever gonna take me away from you. I love you rohan… so much

Everyone Gets To Say Goodbye

In a few hours, there will be one last feast in your honor, and everyone in town will come to celebrate your life. there will be gongs, there will be laughter, there will be dancing as everyone you know and love will remember and appreciate your life the best way Ifugaos know how. Then after the feasting is over, your strong and sturdy kinsmen will carry you around the house you’ve come to call home for such a long time, a home that was built on the foundation of your love and care for anyone and everyone who came to stay under its roof, and then lead the procession down to the church. After the rites and the eulogies, which I am sure will be beautiful, as beautiful as your kind heart; everyone will take you to your final resting place, in the same tomb as Daddy King. Everyone will get to say goodbye and godspeed…well, mostly everyone.

I can’t, ma. not just yet. Even as i sit here trying to find my thoughts i keep stopping myself because everything I want to say sounds too much like a goodbye. I was supposed to sit by your side while you laugh and try to guess which of your grandchildren I was. I was supposed to sit beside you with Rohan on my lap touching your face and calling you Appu, a word he has come to learn while pointing at your photo on the wall. You were supposed to look at Myles and ask me who that beautiful woman is. then you were supposed to call her my darling while embracing her. then again, look at me and ask, what was your name again? And we were supposed to laugh, because it wouldn’t have mattered, if you called me Jeremy, or Michael, or Ricardo. It wouldn’t have mattered because you would be looking at us with this glow in your eyes, this warmth and love that just… emanates from you. I couldn’t care less if old age dimmed your memory and you couldn’t remember my name because I do. I remember, Ma.

I remember being a kid who had to stay with his grandparents in the province while his single parent mom worked as hard as she could in the city. I remember the warmth in your smile everytime you woke up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for us before we go off to school.I remember you giving me food off your plate when you notice i was still hungry while being too shy to ask for more. I remember you humming while you worked on your sewing machine, I remember  how we took turns crying, then comforting each other while daddy King suffered, taking turns putting lotion on his back and legs, emptying his colonoscopy bags…

In High school i remember  climbing through your bedroom window trying to sneak back in to the house, and instead of being angry or alarmed, you would just ask me if I ate and would i like you to prepare a plate for me. I remember you asking the principal to give us hard labor as punishment when we were caught drunk in class. I remember you being so happy crying tears of Joy when the parish priest visited our house to tell you that I passed the entrance exams to the seminary, not knowing i took those exams just to get out of a tougher math exam in school.

And as your grandchildren started going off to college in the city one by one, you would always be there redy to greet us whenever we come home with such a happy radiant smile, sometimes you would even be jumping! sometimes we would take the late night bus and arrive in the early morning, you would be sweeping the yard, and when you saw us come in you would drop your broom and raise your arms up for a tight hug and touching our foreheads giving us your blessing,  and i swear, that is what home feels like.Like your warm embrace.

And I remember the last time you gave me a hug, a kiss and a blessing. I remember you telling me to make sure i take care of my son and my family.

And just this Christmas, you sang me a Christmas carol and told me you loved me, again and again. and as I sat there in tears, I knew i had to come home, we had to come home. So i said we were coming home and you said you were happy to hear that… but i am late again, aren’t I?

I remember things so clearly…and sometimes I hate it… but only sometimes.  Only if it pains me so much to remember because it starts to hurt so bad.

But mama, thank you.for taking me in.for how you never stopped. and I  know you wanted to wait…I know you wanted to give me one last goodbye..I know you wanted to hold Rohan one last time…I know you tried so hard to hold on….but its okay. there’s no more pain mama, dance a waltz with daddy, i’m sure he has been waiting a long time. I’ll see you when i get home. Its okay mama, rest now. We’ll be okay.. coz we will always remember. I will miss you terribly, but we’ll be fine.I love you so much.

This is not goodbye.I love you.we love you.

photo credit to adrienne.


National 2 Teams and Foreign Players.

Just recently, an opinion article came out on RTL about the state of Luxembourg basketball in the national 2 level because of the number of foreign players that are on the roster for some of the teams. 6 teams, including BC Mess, according to the article have 3 foreign players in the roster, 3 teams play with 2 and 1 team plays with just 1.

I understand that this has been an ongoing issue of contention in the past years, the gist of the article is that too many foreign players (non JICL) in the league is counter productive to the development of local players (JICL) and that fans of the clubs or the league are no longer happy since who wants to watch a game where there are 3 foreign players playing in a team for almost 40 minutes against another team doing the same?

Let me just be clear that this is only a reflection of my own opinion and pertains only to the National 2 league where the team I coach is currently competing in. The opinion reflected in the RTL article is, according to some, a very popular opinion and there have been some well thought out responses as well as some knee jerk reactions towards it. My only caveat with it is that it is terribly one sided where no coaches, club managers or even players were interviewed about it to make sure that both sides of the discussion were thoroughly represented. Does BC MESS have 3 foreign players in the roster? yes we do. However, that is not the end of the story. unlike other teams, we do not play 3 foreign players 40 minutes each, taking playing time away from our local guys. our third foreign player does not even average 15 minutes a game! like I said, 2 sides to every story. I only wished that before writing the article, the author would have sat through some games in the league, or watched some games before writing. Our team is perhaps the youngest in the league with an average age of 21, and we have a rotation that for the most part is 11 man deep, and making sure that we give our young guys the proper exposure they need to mature and grow, not only as basketball players but as young men. I cannot speak for the other teams who have 3 other non JICL players on their roster, or how they distribute their minutes or even shots but i can say quite honestly that lumping us in there is just a tad bit unfair, especially since no one even spoke to our club regarding this.

A couple of months back in’s National 2 review and preview article, they noted that there was a curious anomaly in BC MESS where we still manage to win games, in spite of the fact that our Pro player, Elijah Bonsignore was “only” averaging 10;8 points per game. Although I agree that scoring wise, Non JICL players normally tend to dominate that aspect of the game it isnt necessarily true for all cases.Screen shot 2016-02-01 at 9.14.03 PM

from the table above, in spite of the fact that BC MESS has 3 foreign players, the scoring load is almost even between our non JICL players and JICL players. its all a matter of finding a middle ground where the non JICL players do not dominate possessions, or where you give equal opportunity to both groups in terms of all aspects of the game.

but this piece is not just about defending our club but rather also, trying to find a solution or a recommendation as to what can be done. should we limit foreign players to 1 per team? will that truly be the answer?

One thing we must take into consideration is that, limiting the number of foreign players who can play in our league will perpetuate exclusivity instead of inclusion, and would be terribly discriminating. Luxembourg is a country where nearly half the population are expats, as such should we then tell a foreigner living,working or studying in Luxembourg that, no you cannot play in our top leagues, because we have a cap on foreign people allowed to play? that would leave a very bad taste in the mouth.

In conversations recently that I’ve had with Christophe Ney, head coach of the East side Pirates who got promoted to National 2 this year and have steadfastly played with just 1 pro player the entire season, we both agreed that maybe we are looking at it from the wrong angle.

The Proposal.

How about, instead of limiting the number of Non JICL players, all the teams and the leagues meet and decide the following:

  1. Create an across the board definition of a non JICL professional player and a non JICL amateur player
  2. Limit the number of professional players ( for example 2 in the N1, 1 in N2 1 in N3)
  3. If teams want to add amateur foreign players, these players should only be considered as amateur if:
  • they can show that they have lived, worked or studied in Luxembourg atleast 2 years before they have their players license.
  • they do not get salaries from the clubs they play for. (this is to prevent clubs from finding a loophole where they hire foreign players for job positions within their club or finding jobs for foreign players just so they can play for them.

then maybe after setting these parameters clubs can figure out rules like again for the sake of example, a maximum of 3 foreign players can be in the playing roster for a game but only 2 can be on the court at the same time, etc. etc.

Again, this is not a perfect proposal, nor was it intended to be a solution to the issue, but rather some thoughts that the powers that be can take into consideration when reviewing the league rules.

Nothing can be resolved if nobody takes the initiative to get everyone together and figure out a win-win solution for all concerned, what will be important, in my humble opinion is that we should start taking and creating concrete steps forward, instead of just pointing out that there is a problem.

anyway, cheers!


An Open Letter to the PBA and SMC


I am, quite honestly at a loss. I woke up earlier this morning to the news that Gilas 3.0 is scrambling to form a national pool a few short weeks before the start of the 2015 FIBA ASIA tournament while the rest of the powerhouse teams have been practicing for weeks now. What sucker punched me however, was the news that many holdovers from the Gilas team in Spain, are unsure to return to the team. No JuneMar, or Paul Lee, no LA, maybe no Ping and no Marcio. 2 years and a day ago, on the eve of the FIBA ASIA competition held in the Philippines, I wrote this blog post; Dear Gilas Pilipinas  and now, here we are again. So I would like to get things off my chest, and I promise I will do my best to be nice, and cut out all the cuss words that are running through my head as I try to process the fact that a year removed from our return to the world stage in Sevilla, nothing much has changed.

Dear Almighty PBA Commisioner, PBA Board of Governors, and SMC Overlords,

Sirs, a blessed Sunday to each and everyone of you. you don’t know me, I am not some big important personality, or someone with clout, heck i can’t even get to 200 followers on twitter. I wont blame you if you consider me a nobody, but I would still like to introduce myself. My name is Nigel, and I have been a basketball fan ever since my grandfather put up this makeshift basketball hoop when i was about 3 years old, and told me to shoot it like Jaworski, you guessed it, I’ve been a Jaworski fan since that very moment. Like millions of young Filipinos, the streets were my playground, makeshift courts at kantos, playing for ice water or pop cola, dreaming of playing in the PBA one day while hoping to get the chance to  meet Jerry Codinera or get Alvin Patrimonio’s autograph.  Unlike the talented few who made it to PBA rosters throughout the years however, I along with other dreamers, learned to let go and move on to different careers, still playing ball on the weekends or company leagues, and living out our hoop dreams vicariously through the PBA. yes, I may have a name, but i can be just any other Filipino who loves basketball and the PBA.

Last year, I was fortunate to have already been  living in Europe when the FIBA WORLD CUP in Spain electrified the basketball loving world. I took a week’s leave of absence from the team i was coaching even if it was at a pivotal point in our preseason, to fly to Seville to be one among the thousands of Filipino fans who went there to make sure that our contingent had a rousing welcome back to the world stage.

Gilas before their first game in Sevilla

Gilas before their first game in Sevilla

My seats were at the nosebleed sections, but every Gilas game i would try to charm, or scurry past the guards and ushers to be able to sit courtside. I was successful every time too, probably because my determination, or maybe desperation to be as close to the action was was so clearly etched out on my face, they didn’t have the heart to say no.

Sirs, i was behind the Croatian bench when they were panicked and flumoxed, not knowing how to stop the barrage of Jeff Chan in the closing minutes of Gilas’ first game, the Croatian coach, cursing and sighing with relief as they escaped with that overtime victory. I sat behind the Gilas bench when the frustration showed as they couldn’t close out Greece in a game they were in for 35 minutes. Sirs, I jumped out of my seat when Gabe threw down on Luis Scola and was reduced to a grown assed man crying and bawling while the Argentine bench erupted in cheers in front of me as our team’s rally, led by the mighty mouse Jimmy Alapag fell short. I cursed as we lost to Puerto Rico, and I held up my Thank you Jimmy sign,my voice long gone from screaming as we finally defeated Senegal and Giorgu Dieng for our first victory.

jerseys given by Gilas Players

jerseys given by Gilas Players

What’s the point of all this you may ask? it is really quite simple sirs, through our team’s victories in FIBA ASIA and all through the FIBA world cup, this team galvanized Philippine basketball that has sunk into unfathomed depths of stagnancy specially in international competition.MVP deserves all the praise and accolades he is getting for reenergizing Philippine basketball, but you want to know the funniest thing? we the fans only saw them for what they were, FILIPINO PLAYERS, NOT A TEAM PLAYING FOR A CORPORATE SPONSOR.OR A CORPORATE RIVAL

There have been reports and allegations that SMC is no longer willing, as in the past to loan out their talented players to the Gilas squad. now players like JuneMar, LA, and Marcio are being branded as heartless, guys only motivated to play for money, no sense of patriotism or nationalism as their excuses to beg off from National Team duties are skewered by a public no longer buying into the same old.. well, BS.

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It cannot be a coincidence that suddenly all of these players begged off, and almost all of them belong under one umbrella corporation. and as long as the PBA and the SMC stay silent on this issue we will never ever progress, you would have done a disservice to your fans and to your country. As i read LA’s reasons, citing injuries and a dip in form, I find it hard to believe that this is the same LA Tenorio who got into a shoving match with a Greek player because he felt that he disrespected our team by making a 3 pointer at the end of the game with Greece comfortably ahead. I find it hard to believe that JuneMar, this same giant of a man, who came into his own in Seville and played a monster season, would beg off, just because of plantar fascitis. no matter how that hurts, how can you really say no to the flag when an OLYMPIC BERTH is on the line not to mention, a spot in the 2019 FIBA WORLD CUP that we are bidding on hosting. who would say no? shouldn’t every player on every PBA team be dying for a spot in the line up?  shouldn’t the PHILIPPINE BASKETBALL ASSOCIATION do every thing it can to ensure that the best players are available for stakes this enormous? do you see what’s wrong with this picture, most esteemed gentlemen?

At a time where the best players in the NBA are scrambling  all over themselves and everyone else to get to a team USA minicamp to make sure they are atleast in the conversation for the national pool, and where even Andrey Blatche’s Chinese team refuted reports that they are not allowing him to suit up for the national team, and where a retired legend, you honored in a retirement ceremony has signified his willingness to come out of retirement to play due to a lack of players available, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???!!!


If you gentlemen feel like, business wise the PBA will lose money if the stars wont play for half a conference, heck, the PBA survived the best of what the MBA offered, the PBA lived through the infamy of the Fil Sham scandal, what makes you think the fans will turn away from the product even if the stars aren’t there? they will do the opposite, they will shower you with gratitude for allowing your best players to fight for the country’s stake at an Olympic berth, and a return to the World Cup!

you feted the Gilas players as heroes upon their return from Sevilla, yet you now allow them to be branded as traitors by a basketball loving nation who clearly sees the self interests that pulls the strings behind the curtain. At the very least, don’t let our basketball heroes take the fall for the greed and antipathy and envy that forced them to make half hearted excuses to beg off from National team duties. Atleast don’t insist on wearing the white hat and pretend to be on moral high ground. It’s not too late, you can start the next PBA conference late, or shorten it, or whatever. just please allow our best to play for our flag. If you cannot find a way to do this, then you might as well change the name of the PBA, remove the P because you surely don’t stand for the Philippine basketball fan. If you do not allow your finest players to play for our country just because a competing sponsor has their company logo attached to the jerseys, what does that say about your sense of nationalism, or at the very least, your loyalty to your fans who have stood by and cheered for your teams and your league throughout these years?  if the PBA does not act on this, if SMC  will stand by its decision, then  have the balls to admit to your fans, how you are screwing them,  how you are screwing  the national team out of a possible Olympic berth and a triumphant return to the World Cup, just for the bottom line.Yet like a lot of my basketball crazy countrymen, i still hold out hope.  I, we, beg you one last time to let the players play. #LabanPilipinas #puso

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