I am a Filipino… and I love basketball. If one reads the book Rafe Bartholomew’s “Pacific Rims: Beermen Ballin' in Flip-Flops and the Philippines' UnlikelyLove Affair with Basketball”, (see my BLOG post) you could maybe begin to understand why a country located halfway across the world, whose population’s average height is around 5’6 – 5’8, could be so obsessed with a sport where height is seen as a premium. But I digress.
I am a Los Angeles Lakers fan (I could already hear the people snickering at that statement... but I don’t care, hehe). Due to the time difference between the US and the Philippines, NBA games would be playing in the morning, while most of us were at the office. I remembered how nerve wrecking the play-offs and eventually the finals were for me in 2010 despite the fact that I was only able to follow the game via the scores on NBA.com. I remembered watching that crazy roller-coaster Game 7 vs the Celtics via a cell phone on a Friday morning, so engrossed that I was unable to eat because my hands were shaking and my stomach was in knots.
I am a Los Angeles Lakers fan (I could already hear the people snickering at that statement... but I don’t care, hehe). Due to the time difference between the US and the Philippines, NBA games would be playing in the morning, while most of us were at the office. I remembered how nerve wrecking the play-offs and eventually the finals were for me in 2010 despite the fact that I was only able to follow the game via the scores on NBA.com. I remembered watching that crazy roller-coaster Game 7 vs the Celtics via a cell phone on a Friday morning, so engrossed that I was unable to eat because my hands were shaking and my stomach was in knots.
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