September 2008


This deserves to be hacked in stone. We all waited too damn long for it. And I am happy to the point where the only response I have for Rico Maierhofer’s finger is this: They should’ve just let him play, we would’ve taken them down nonetheless. He can flip us off until hell freezes over, we don’t care.

This here’s a newspaper clipping I got from the Inquirer. Because there’s no telling when this Haley’s comet of a championship will come again. 

 

The Band of Blue dethrones Green Archers

By Jasmine W. Payo
Philippine Daily Inquirer

First Posted 01:26:00 09/26/2008

MANILA, Philippines—It was a championship that marked a regime change for the country’s most fabled and fancied school rivalry.

In a remarkable group effort by this band in blue, the Ateneo de Manila University Blue Eagles dethroned the De La Salle University Green Archers Thursday, completing a two-game sweep of the UAAP Finals with a 62-51 victory Thursday night in front of an overflow crowd at the Araneta Coliseum in Quezon City.

The Eagles, frustrated by the University of Santo Tomas Tigers two years ago, accomplished their return to glory by refusing to lean on one dominant performer and showing the same kind of heart that made them this year’s top seed.

“We did not win this game in offense tonight, we won it at the defensive end,” Ateneo coach Norman Black said. “We’re a pretty intelligent team this year. We could actually execute defensive strategies that I’ve never been able to execute for other teams in Ateneo. A lot of credit goes to the players for being dedicated to defense.”

And Finals Most Valuable Player Nonoy Baclao epitomized the Eagles’ tough defensive stance by averaging 8.5 rebounds and 5.5 blocks despite norming only 6.6 points in the series.

“For a while there it did get a little bit scary at the end,” Black said. “But again, our defense held up as it has the entire year.”

Chris Tiu fueled the Eagles’ comeback from a sluggish start by unloading 13 of his 16 points in the first half, which more than made up for a Game 1 performance that saw the King Eagle picking up three quick fouls and scoring a paltry two markers.

Season MVP Rabeh Al-Hussaini, who keyed the 69-61 victory in the series opener with a phenomenal 31 points, scored all his seven markers in the third canto after riding the bench most of the first half due to early foul trouble.

The hostility between the two elite teams was as real as the hype as the Archers refused to come out of the team dugout to receive the runner-up trophy.

“Being in the Finals for nine years, I’ve never seen the worst officiating in my Finals stint,” an angry coach Franz Pumaren said after the Archers lost top two players JV Casio and Rico Maierhofer in the second half due to fouls.

“It’s like a script, you know the ending. They should have just given the trophy right away.”

Although the overall head-to-head matchup between the two nemesis remains tilted toward the Archers with 35 wins in 61 showdowns since 1986, the Eagles always have the upper hand come championship time.

The Eagles now have won three of their four epic championship encounters. They also prevailed in 1988 and 2002 while La Salle scored in 2001.

Finest run

It was also Ateneo’s finest run in the last two decades. The Eagles wrapped up the season with 11 straight victories and finished with only one loss, a 72-66 decision from the Far Eastern Tamaraws in the eliminations nearly two months ago.

It was also the first time the Archers, under Pumaren, got swept in one season by their arch rival. The Eagles triumphed by an average of 8.25 points in four meetings this year.

“Today is one of those situations where we have to win,” Black said after the Eagles captured their fourth overall crown in the league. “You don’t go into the season thinking you’re going to sweep La Salle, that’s for sure.”

Known for their ability to rise from adversity, the Archers, led by Casio, moved within three points at 47-50 after trailing 26-41 at halftime.

The Archers fired 18 of their 21 points from three-point range, 12 coming from Casio, in a rally that came despite the ejection of Maierhofer with 1:31 minutes left in the third period.

Dirty finger

Game officials said Maierhofer, a Mythical Team member who averaged 13.1 points and 10.1 rebounds, flashed a dirty finger after earlier getting slapped with a technical foul for taunting in the second period.

Maierhofer claimed, however, that he was just signaling a teammate to defend with his index finger.

“It’s a crucial game and you’re going to call a technical foul when the player is not doing anything,” Pumaren complained. “They didn’t even allow us to play, calling a foul like that in a championship.”

But the Archers couldn’t sustain their charge and the Eagles took advantage of a La Salle scoring drought early in the last quarter to pull away to a 57-49 spread heading into the final two minutes.

Casio, also a Mythical Team member, fetched his fifth and final foul against Jai Reyes with 2:48 minutes left. He led the Archers with 18 points.

Black’s status

The victory also fortified Black’s status in Philippine basketball for having won both in the pro and the collegiate level.

“A lot of my success [in the pro league] there was not just as a coach but as a player,” said Black, who won his first title with the Eagles on his fourth year after bagging 11 titles as a PBA mentor.

“Up until four years ago I’ve never coached in college basketball so obviously it’s a learning experience for me also. It’s a different brand of basketball. More importantly, the most satisfying thing is watching the players grow. And as they improve, the team improves and gets better. That’s why I’m very happy for Rabeh, he really worked hard to improve his skills and ended up being MVP,” he said.

The game drew 22,955 fans, a clear proof that the two powerhouse squads unfailingly create a basketball buzz no local match up can generate.

It’s the kind of mania that drove die-hards to queue and camp overnight at the ticket booths, pushed some to purchase a P350 patron ticket for a bootleg price of P25,000 and even prompted the Tiu family to hire bodyguards for their son Chris the past days.

Extra tight

Just like in Game 1, security was extra tight with over a hundred police from Camp Crame and the Quezon City Police District, K9 unit dogs and coliseum bouncers deployed inside and outside the Big Dome.

But in some instances, the Araneta security proved too unreasonably strict as only photographers were allowed to cover at courtside. All reporters, even from the national newspapers, were asked to leave and wound up covering on television at the press room.

A handful of reporters were later allowed to go inside the hardcourt, but only those in rubber shoes.

After the buzzer, the Eagles gathered at the center court for the coronation with some openly weeping with joy together with the star-studded crowd.

Al-Hussaini and Tiu, the two players who primarily carried the Eagles on their shoulders this season, also got locked up in a long embrace amid the frenzied celebration.

Tiu, who played his final year in the league, summed it up for the Eagles: “We made sure to be aggressive and just gave everything that we had.”

The scores:
ATENEO 62—Tiu 16, Nkemakolam 8, Baclao 8, Al-Hussaini 7, Baldos 6, Buenafe 5, Reyes 5, Salamat 3, Austria 2, Escueta 2.
LA SALLE 51—Casio 18, Walsham 8, Maierhofer 7, Revilla 5, Bagatsing 3, Atkins 3, Mangahas 3, Malabes 2, Ferdinand 2, Villanueva 0, Barua 0.
Quarters: 16-10, 41-26, 50-47, 62-51

And this week’s top stories include:

A.) The litter-jammed Ayala MRT escalator remains immobile for the Nth week in a row. This brings to mind a stand-up comic who once mentioned that escalators do not ”break down”, they simply turn into. . . well. . . stairs. While he does make a valid point, notice how escalator steps are significantly larger making the climb a serious threat to both your joints and your mental stability. With the 42 steps that confront me on a daily basis (Yes. I counted!), life is just one herniated bliss after the other.

Considering this metropolis is arguably the birthplace of malfunction, you would think that complaining about one dilapidated public utility is moot. I am not writing this to air out my muscular grievances. I just wanted to point out how, on top of this steaming heap of dung, the public transportation folks manage to place a rather egregious cherry.

And that cherry came in the form of a large, fully functional television set with a rotating 360-degree screen suspended just to the right of the escalator. So you can watch mindless advertisements while busting your caps at Mount Everest.

I may be speaking for myself here but I think the management needs to reassess their priorities.

B.) Speaking of malfunction, I’m sure you’ve heard of the many mishaps at the newly opened NAIA 3. If you missed this article from the Philippine Star last Monday, here’s an excerpt which I found thoroughly amusing:

A ranking airport official is considering feng shui and other unscientific methods to fend off “evil spirits” that may be haunting the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA) Terminal 3.

The official, who requested anonymity pending approval of the proposal from higher authorities, said they are entertaining the idea of recommending to Manila International Airport Authority (MIAA) General Manager Alfonso Cusi the hiring of a geomancer to read the “proper alignment of natural forces” at the airport.

          Wait…There’s more!

But the official took one more step further and said they are also considering the Igorot ritual of killing a chicken and sprinkling its blood to drive away malevolent spirits.

He added a local spiritualist or shaman might also be tapped just to make sure the ritual is performed correctly.

I feel like forming a picket line with a big placard that says: ”Occam’s Razor! Save the chickens!”

C.) While in line at the cash register at Rustan’s Supermarket, a fidgety woman next to me suddenly points at the can of 555 sardines I had in my basket.

Lady: (In a voice louder than needed) Have you tried this?!

Me: (After a befuddled 20 seconds) Uhmmmmm….Yeah.

Lady: Is it good?!

Me: Uhhhmmmm…It’s OK… I guess?

Lady: (To the cashier) Teka lang, Miss! May kukunin lang ako!

Then, armed with purpose, she emphatically bulldozes through the crowd of people also waiting in line and storms back to the shelves. This may be one of those anecdotes that prove hilarious only to the firsthand witness but I might as well throw it in. I mean how many times in my life will I get to be the reluctant poster girl for 555 sardines? Never again, I reckon.

Below is an excerpt I found in the Ateneo website. It is part of a write-up done on last Sunday’s ADMU-DLSU face-off and the looming semi-finals:

September to Remember
September treads gingerly through and past the detritus of potentials unfulfilled and hopes dashed. She casts a moist eye at her four waifs, their spirited cheers now stilled and brave banners set aside but only for the nonce. She yet beckons them that endure to a once and future epiphany of lessons learned, experiences gained and talents harnessed. But September tarries not. In urgency and anticipation does she now steel her gaze on her four left-standing offspring of excellence and fortitude, tradition and redemption. She sets about color-grading their looming contests in Final Four palette, even as she narrows and sharpens her focus on the final combatants still to emerge out of the swirl and heat of pitched battles.

What the **expletive deleted**!! 

I am willing to bet everything in my bank account that never in its entire history has basketball been encapsulated in such…such…unadulterated eloquence. Had you been an outsider (i.e. a resident of the planet Zircoid), you would think that the sport involved 16th century playwrights dressed in frills trying to slap each other with quill pens.

This is why I love my school. Sheer poetry out of anything and everything.

Halikinu!

Seeing as I am a self-confessed disciple of Cynthia Alexander’s music, I once again find myself sitting sheepishly at the Conspiracy Cafe on a Saturday night, slack jawed. And of course falling pray to the wiles of a CD purchase I cannot afford but have been thoroughly justified by the signature of the guitar guru herself.

This is the version of me I’ve never managed to come to terms with. When I admire someone’s work and I am endowed with rare privilege of meeting that person, I turn into this gibbering idiot. The worse thing about it is that I never get a chance to redeem myself because A) the icon in question will not likely remember me after the encounter (thank goodness!) and B) all those who will remember said encounter are my friends with a penchant to taunt me until I shrivel up and fade away.

I can be eloquent, dammit!! I just have all my brilliant ideas dawn on me hours after that point in time when I actually need them. Much like when somebody throws you an unexpected curveball and instead of an instant quip to return the insult, you stand there looking completely stunned. Not until much later when you’re done being flabbergasted do you say to yourself, “What the hell is wrong with me?! I could’ve zinged her!”

Anyway, I’m just venting. I’ve run out of reasons to accost Cynthia for anything else because I have all her records. Next time, I will simply sit at the back, consume whatever alcoholic beverage I happen to be holding and be all ears.

Again, pardon the pun.

                                             **picture by Lili Estoesta.