Tomorrow, I am set to watch a Philippine Basketball Association (PBA) game for the first time in around 15 years. Yep, 15 years. My dad, my uncle, and my girlfriend will be with me.
The eve of the said occasion has made me come around to recalling what it was like to watch a PBA game the last time out. If I'm not mistaken, I think it was San Miguel Beer that was out on the hardwood, versus the Alaska Milkmen. A lot of local hoops legends- like Allan Caidic, Jojo Lastimosa, Johnny Abarrientos, etc., were in uniform the last time I watched a PBA contest. Tomorrow should be a nostalgic trip not only for my "balikbayan" uncle, but, for me, as well.
My Uncle Joy and I have been talking a lot of hoops lately. We have laughed at how UP hasn't won a UAAP Men's Senior Title since Paras and Magsanoc- and consequently, since his hair was a wee bit darker. We've laughed at how my dad used to still beat me in pickup games despite having a bad back and more mileage on his knees than I. We've spoken about how the PBA used to be a more prestigious league. Now it seems out of reach, out of sorts, tawdry in its marketing approaches, even.
We've been harsh critics of the PBA lately. Put up, or shut up, time comes tomorrow afternoon.
MC
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