.home.game.

i was never into sports- well, at least, in school. i was just always the silent serious supporter watching from afar- either rooting for my class team back in grade school and high school or having no choice but to watch what my lolo/brothers watch. but somewhere in between, i enjoyed its existence. i loved watching one particular 3 Ninjas movie because of baseball. the list of movies could actually go on forever. i liked seeing underdogs win. then one day, my cousins and i just found ourselves playing our own version of baseball and soccer based on what we have seen on tv and movies. nothing was serious then. everything was done for the fun of it. but then, i came to be a serious supporter. in grade school and high school, i had to stay late in school just to cheer for my class. during pacquiao's non-glory days, i found myself praying for a win. that NBA finals between chicago bulls and utah jazz, i cried for a big loss. i didn't know why but maybe for the love- love for my class, love for my country, and love for what i believe in.

and now, i can't be any happier to see how Azkals strive to bring glory to the country even if very little support is being given to them. but really, what makes me happy big time is how proud they are to be carrying the Philippine flag even if half of them were raised outside the country and with different cultures.

w.t.

i just have this little fetish for half-Filipinos acknowledging their Filipino roots.

w.w.t.

"teaching is praising your student in front of everybody and reprimanding him in front of just one another." or something like that. heard this on radio by a football coach. it stuck to me since. this is teaching and there's no other way.