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Pag-ibig at Panalo: True Love Waits – A Post from Mr. Nikko Ramos of Slam PH

I have seen this post from slamonlineph.com and I said that this describes every passionate fan’s love for Gilas Pilipinas. Please take a shot especially if you are a Gilas fan. You’ll love it. Thank you, Mr. Nikko Ramos.

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Puso. Puso. Puso.

Walang kasawa-sawang puso.

Ang problema, yung puso, muscle lang din yun. Parang yung bicep mong never lumaki. Parang yung abs mong never lumitaw. Hindi siya unlimited. Hindi siya never-ending. Nauubusan din, hinihingal, napipilay. Isipin mo nalang ilan inaatake sa puso sa isang araw. Isipin mo nalang gaano kayaman mga cardiologist na gumagamot ng pusong may sakit.

Sa totoo lang, sa buhay at sa basketball, ayaw man natin aminin, nakakapagod din pumuso ng pumuso.

Nung kalaban natin Croatia, tapos muntik na tayong manalo, ang saya. Di ko mapaliwanag. Daig pa yung sa limang posibleng laruan na libre sa cereal, nakuha mo yung pinaka-astig. Daig pa yung makapagpapicture ka kay Anne Curtis tapos hindi generic na tatayo lang siya sa tabi mo at ngingiti. Tipong wacky, naka-akbay siya, tapos siya nagselfie, tapos ni-like pa niya sa Instagram.

Daig pa yung naunang sabihin sayo nung mahal mo yung “I love you” for the first time kasi di mo masabi sa sobrang kaba. Tapos papa-cool ka ng mga ten seconds bago ka mag-I love you too. Mas masaya pa dun yung talo natin sa Croatia.

Kinabukasan, Greece naman. Tinambakan tayo. Yung kahawig ni Jon Hall ayaw tumigil kaka-kalabaw sa loob. Foul, tas counted. Paulit-ulit. Wala tayong magawa. White flag na dapat, bawi bukas. Pero ayaw nung mga players natin. Pumalag kay Coach Chot at humiling ng “one last push.” So nababa natin yung lamang, nagkainitan sa dulo, at pinakita ng Gilas na wala silang pakialam gaano ka pa kalaki, kahit kamukha mo pa yung mga goons na kalaban sa Taken, pag nanulak ka, papalag kami.

Ang saya ulit nun. May mga pumuna, may mga nega, pero ayos lang. Nagkakaintindihan naman tayo ng Gilas eh. You and me against the world of mga nagmamarunong na mokong. Parang kapag may nagtanong ano favorite niyo gawin mag-syota tapos sagot mo “Oh just watch TV. We’re homebodies eh.” Tapos aasim mukha nila. For the record, hindi ka kuripot, hindi ka tamad. Eh sa trip mong mag-cuddle at mag-marathon ng mga pelikulang “I can’t believe you haven’t seen that yet” eh. Ano pakialam nila?

Oo, hindi dapat nag-ala Chyna ng DX si LA. Sayang yung unsportsmanlike. Sayang yung free throws, nakatres pa pagtapos. Oo, hindi dapat napikon yung Gilas nung tumres pa yung Greece. Quotient eh, ganun daw talaga sa international. Ganun man, tatayo ka parin sa likod ng Gilas. Tama o mali? Hindi yun yung tanong. Ang iniisip mo lang, paano natin babarahin tong kalaban? Z-snap ba? Hairflip plus walkout? O isang malupit na “You can’t sit with us?”

Dalawang laro. Dalawang talo. Pero ayos lang. Masaya naman eh. Iniirapan ka man ng mga kaibigan niya, hinawakan parin niya kamay mo. Panalo man sila, lumaban naman tayo, dikit yung score. Ayos na yun.

Pero may mga pagkakataon na hindi na masaya. Hindi na pwedeng palampasin. Mahal mo. Oo sige, mahal. Pero kung hindi ka masaya, sabihin mo. Huwag yung tahimik ka lang para hindi awkward. Huwag yung hahayaan mo nalang sabay dasal na huwag na maulit.

Ako, personally, umabot na ako sa ganong point sa relasyon namin ng Gilas. Alam naman nating lahat na mahal ko siya. As in mahihiya si Popoy at Basha. Maiilang si Augustus at Hazel Grace. Yung pag-ibig ko sa Gilas, higit pa kaysa sa pag-ibig ni Carlos Agassi sa abs niya. That’s when you know it’s real. Pero matapos yung laro kalaban ang Argentina, aaminin ko, nasaktan ako. Hindi naman sa pinaasa niya ako. Wala namang pangakong hindi natupad. Pero ang akin lang, akala ko okay na lahat, pang-Disney na happily ever after na.

Hindi pala.

It’s official. I’m heartbroken.

Hindi na sapat yung padate-date lang. Hindi na sapat yung bahay-bahayan. I want the real thing. I want it all. Bahay, pamilya, kasal, panalo sa World Cup. Greedy ba ako? Siguro. Greedy na kung greedy. Selfish na kung selfish. Pero ‘pag mahal mo kasi, di ba ganun talaga?

Tapos napaisip ako. Ano bang nirereklamo ko? Hindi naman nagkukulang sa effort ah. Hindi naman ako sinusukuan ah. Higit sa lahat, para sa akin naman lahat ng pagsisikap na ginagawa niya ah. Sabi nga nila, true love waits. Hindi lang nila nabanggit na ang true love, nasisilat din ng walang kakwenta-kwentang flopping technical, no-call sa dulo, pikon na seven-footer at sayang na last possession na napituhan ng traveling, of all violations.

Hindi man kagabi yung panahon para maglakad sa aisle kasama Gilas papunta sa altar ng pagkapanalo, hindi man kagabi yung moment na tatakbo kayo papunta sa isa’t isa sa beach ng slo-mo, kailangan mong manalig na sa haba man ng prusisyon, mananalo at mananalo rin tayo.

Masakit, oo. Mabigat sa dibdib. Hindi yun metaphor. Literal chong na parang may nakatapak sa dibdib mo. Pero kasama yun sa proseso eh. Ito yung point na hindi na sapat ang moral victories. Pero di ba good sign yun? Di ba yun pruweba na gusto natin manalo kasi kaya natin manalo? Hindi yung tipong “Anak, kaya mo naman mag-top sa klase mo pag nag-aral ka talaga at tumigil sa kakabarkada” na sinasabi sayo ng erpat mo ah. Kasi yun, hindi man imposible, napakaliit naman ng pag-asa. “Tay, kahit anong aral ko pa niyan, hindi ako magto-top kasi LANGHIYA NAMAN NAKALIMUTAN MO NA BA GAANO KAHIRAP CALCULUS?”.

Iba to. Ito kaya talaga. Mataas pag-asa. Parang gusto mo makakilala ng babae sa Laboracay. Pero hindi ikaw ikaw. Ikaw si Daniel Matsunaga. Mataas. Ang. Pag-asa. Mo. Bro.

Talo man, hihintayin man ang matamis na oo ng pagkapanalo, hihintayin man ang right time for our paths to cross again, may mga dapat paring ikasaya. Parang yung mga jokes lang na kayo lang nakakagets. Parang yung laro ni Junemar na unti-unting humuhusay. Parang yung Pingris na hindi nila mabox-out kahit na ba hanggang kili-kili lang nila si Sakuragi. Parang yung RDO na di nila alam gagawin nila kasi awkward daw, sabay pull-up ng tres sa mukha mo. Ayan. Sino awkward ngayon.

Parang yung ano, ano nga ba ulit yun? Ah oo tama. Yung dalawang beses sila dinakdakan ni Gabe ng harap-harapan! Oo tama, yun! Yung sumabay pa si Scola tapos hindi pa siya nakakalanding, pinagsisisihan na niya yung ginawa niya. Tapos naulit pa. May sumabay pa ulit. Sa sobrang lupit, pati yung referee napanood nalang, nakalimutan pumito kasi may foul yun dapat sir. Ang saya nun, pati si Coach Yeng na katabi ko napangiti eh. Ako, well, nagwawala na ako at that point. May sinipa ata akong camera tripod.

Anyway, sa mga panahong ganito, na nanghihinayang tayo dahil we could’ve had it all, rolling in the deep, marapat lang na tandaan: There’s a right time for everything. There’s a right time for love. Hindi pwedeng ipilit basta pwede na. Hindi rin yun tatagal. Do it the right way. Matutunan na natin lahat ng dapat matutunan ngayon. Mauna na lahat ng pananabik, hinagpit at pagkatalo ngayon. Lalo lang tatamis yung panalo sa dulo. Lalo lang tatamis yung mukhang tangang titigan niyong parang high school kayo pagdating ng tamang panahon.

Sa bawat beses na maalala ko yung mga endgame na “atin na dapat”, tatandaan ko rin yung limang tres na tinira nung Jimmy Alapag na walang kakaba-kaba.

Kung bakit ba go under ng go under sa pick and roll yung bantay ni Jimmy, hinding hindi ko maiintindihan. Sige, wag niyo respetuhin. BANG! Sige isipin niyo chamba lang yun. YESSIR! Sige heat check lang, mintis na yung sunod niyan, sure diba? GETS IT TO GO! Sige sino ba naman yan, NBA player kayo, di kayo kaya sunugin ng maliit na to. RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE! Sige, ubos na yan. Wala nang ibubuga yan. Pagod na yung matanda. PUTANGINA PARE ISA PA! ALAPAAAAAAG! HAYOP KA JIMMY!!

I’m heartbroken, yes. Pero yung puso ko, gumagana parin. Ipa-packing tape ko dito, gagamitan ko ng stapler dun. Ultimo yung tigli-limang pisong paste na ginagamit namin dati nung grade 3 gagamitin ko kung kailangan, para lang tulungang tumibok pa. Kasi may kinross stitch dati yung lola ko, True Love Waits daw (pati Home Sweet Home, pero off-topic na yun).

May pagkakaintindihan kami ng Gilas, yun ang mahalaga. Walang sisihan. Alam niyang mahal ko siya. Alam kong mahal niya ko. Hindi lang ngayon yung time namin. Siguro bukas. Siguro next year. Ewan. Ang sigurado lang, dadating at dadating din yun. Kasi naniniwala ako. Nanghihina man, nasasaktan minsan, nagsasabi man ng masakit na salita in moments of weakness, naniniwala parin. Ng buong puso.

Nakakapagod ba? Oo. Pero para sayo, bakit hindi? Pagtatawanan lang natin to one day. Habang nakahiga, habang magkayakap, habang nanonood ng DVD ng pelikulang di ako makapaniwalang di mo alam.

Puso. Puso. Puso.

Walang kasawa-sawang puso.

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TOGETHER: The Secret Behind San Mig Super Coffee Mixers’ Success (Pt. 2)

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TOGETHER, 1-2-3, TOGETHER!

This is the battle cry of the San Mig Super Coffee Mixers. After winning the championship with the heroics of Denzel Bowles, just like what I said in my previous blog, the ups and downs did not stop.

The then B-Meg team made the Governors’ Cup Finals led by one of the (if not the most) most energetic import, Marqus “Mr. Everything” Blakely. The team went toe to toe against their future rival, Rain or Shine. Rain or Shine would eventually get the moniker of “B-Meg’s/San Mig Coffee’s Nemesis”. It was a hard fought series seeing coach Tim throwing a chair during game 1, Paul Lee injuring his shoulder, starters getting benched during a crucial part of the series, B-Meg being down in the finals (1-3), James Yap bringing his Big Game after Big Game, and a tooth and Nail game 7 that broke every B-Meg fan’s heart. We aimed a back-to-back crown and it wasn’t granted. But to keep my sanity (This is the hardest part of being a sports fan – to try to find reasons on why heartbreaks happen), I just said “Hilaw pa. Baka sa susunod mas malaki ang reward.”

“Medyo hilaw pa din.” That was what I said during the first two conferences of the 38th season of the PBA. At that time, the Purefoods franchise changed its name again. The team was labeled as the San Mig Coffee Mixers and maybe, just maybe, because it caused confusions about the team’s name because there were San Miguel Beermen and the mother company itself, San Miguel Corporation, the team became San Mig Super Coffee Mixers. It was painful seeing your team falling short in the semis (both in the Philippine Cup and Commissioner’s Cup). It was like the “gasgas” cliché of having the chance to play in the Finals is so close but yet so far. Again, just to reiterate how I felt, it was just too painful. I know I should be proud but I also know that this team is way better than how they finished the first two conferences. And that made it more painful.

After the painful defeats and after seeing Marc Pingris and the rest of the Gilas Pilipinas succeed in the FIBA Asia Championship, which helped me move on from those heartbreaks, the San Mig Super Coffee Mixers were back for some redemption. Marqus Blakely also came back just to give a statement that he and his team is not done yet. The conference was not that easy but we managed to go back to the Finals. It was like 10 years ago. I mean it. We won the championship against a very good team, Petron. It went down the wire. We saw coach Tim not talking to his players during a blowout game, Elijah Millsap (Petron’s import) destroying us with his triple-double games and June Mar Fajardo proving that he was worthy to become the overall first pick of the draft. But with all those odds, my team stayed together. We gave emphasis more on the team’s collective effort and skills rather than each individual’s capabilities. THE TEAM STAYED TOGETHER. THE TEAM BECAME THE CHAMPIONS. That was a sweet championship. Little did I know that there’s a sweeter thing that could happen if the team will continue staying together.

In the 39th Season, San Mig added rookies led by the future of this team, Ian Sangalang (I mean it when I say that he is the future of San Mig.), Justin Melton, Isaac Holstein and JR Cawaling. Many fans trusted coach Tim and the whole organization in getting these players from the draft. I was included in that group of hopefuls.

The Philippine Cup started and It was not the way we wanted to begin our quest for another title. It was a pain in a fan’s eyes to see his/her team losing, and it was not just a lost. We experienced straight losses where some have been blowouts. The worst was against our nemesis, Rain or Shine. Again, it happened. Coach Tim did not talk and let the players take over in the second half of that game. He was frustrated and so were we. “Kaya pa ‘to.”, I just said to myself. I will never lose my hope over this team. I love this team and it has saved me from the saddest situations. Madrama pero totoo.

And there, San Mig regained its morale. The team improved its record to 7-7, which was good enough to get to the playoffs. “Shit. Talk n Text agad.” It was said with full of nervousness but we survived it in another do-or-die Game. San Mig then faced Ginebra (the most anticipated series). Wow, just wow. The two most famous ball clubs in the PBA will face each other in a freaking seven game series. That’s just too much but the fans loved it especially because it went down the wire with James Yap and PJ Simon scoring 30 and 29 respectively. How can a team stop that big production from those superstars? It’s just unimaginable.

Again, we won as a team. We won together. But the conference didn’t end just yet. The Mixers faced their rival, Rain or Shine in the Finals. It was another thrilling series because of the “Chess Match” that Coach Tim Cone and Coach Yeng Guiao (Not including the walkout scene) have put on. It was exciting. Every possession in every game was heart pounding. San Mig may have been defeated in the first battle but the team won the war. The team won together. TOGETHER. Back to back championship was pleasing. Tim Cone and his men deserved it but staying together could give them more.

Days after winning the most precious championship of the season, the team continued playing and staying together in the Commissioners Cup. James “Mr. Everywhere” Mays was situated as the new import. It was another odd conference for us. The way to playoffs became difficult. We almost got defeated by Alaska but since a do-or-die has already been our game, San Mig managed to go to the Semis and face a hungry team in Air 21. I wouldn’t deny because I was a part of that group who said that it will be easy for San Mig to be in the finals because it was just Air 21. Just Air 21? All of us were wrong. They forced another do-or-die game against us and all of a sudden, we got worried. But together, we survived. On to the finals, again!

In the Finals, it was a clear thing that Talk n Text was the favorite team to win. Why not? They were riding on a 13 game winning streak without any defeat in this conference. What made me believe that we can win the series is when coach Tim said in the interview that they need to find ways to make the TnT team feel awkward and uncomfortable. DEFENSE. It was San Mig’s defense that made them win the first game. Yes, Talk n Text tasted their first loss in the conference and they really looked uncomfortable during that game. Game 2 saw Talk n Text bouncing back. Nobody said it will be an easy series. Neither of us even dreamed of it. Game three was a neck-and-neck battle. James Yap made his presence with his heroics as he banked on a killer basket. We finished the game only up by two but we took it. We became closer to 3-peat. Again, nobody said it will be easy. I even thought of the Game 5 already when I saw my team being down, 17-1 in the first period of Game 4. The second unit came led by Justin Melton, Ian Sangalang and Mark Barroca. They are part of the togetherness of this team. They are essential and they proved it in this game. Barroca and Yap took over in the final quarter to get the third straight championship. Magoo Marjon, the commentator of that game was so emphatic when he announced this: “San Mig Coffee, champions once again!” Wow! It was a 3-peat! It was our third straight crown and fourth over-all during the Tim cone era. This team is so good and I know that it was an understatement!

Governors’ Cup started even though our party wasn’t over yet but the team has to go to work hard again. Why? Because they have the chance to write a fantastic story in the history. I’m talking about the possible Grand Slam. How could it be possible? First, Marqus Blakely came back to chase that honor. Second, it was all about staying and playing together.

This team had its momentum before the playoffs started. San Mig faced San Miguel Beermen and won against them in the quarterfinals. This set-up a rematch against Talk n Text. People were saying that they were on for a big revenge because the Mixers kept on breaking their championship dreams. When you face Talk n Text in a series, you can’t be too confident even if you’re up, 2-0 in the series. And there, Talk n Text won the next two games to force another do-or-die game against us. Whew. “Bawal sa San Mig ang fan na may sakit sa puso. Ang hirap.” Those were my thoughts after Game 4. Luckily, or maybe it’s the destiny that made it happen, San Mig Coffee survived, AGAIN. The Grand Slam hope is still alive!

How beautiful it would be to see your team chase the rare Grand Slam feat against their nemesis? It happened. RoS had the chance to try to stop San Mig Coffee again. Since the first conference, I have been saying that Rain or Shine is the team that has the resources to beat San Mig’s defense and triangle offense. This team is resilient, exceptional and they got a fiery coach who can motivate anyone. Every player in that team was driven to get revenge from their loss in the first conference.This should be the hardest series that the Mixers will go through. Pressure to get the Grand Slam was there, they were tired, and they could be just intimidated by their foes because they know that RoS will never back down. As expected, the series was forced to a sudden death game five where the winning team will have the chance to write their history. It could be about winning a rare Grand Slam or spoiling it. There’s one last do-or-die game to get the championship, to get the rare feat, to be the best team in the PBA, and to build a dynasty.

It was the hardest game of the series and maybe the hardest game of the lives of the players who were involved in it. Both teams shared the biggest pressure in closing out the game. James Yap and Mark Barroca couldn’t sink their free throws in. Paul Lee and AZ Reid on the other hand couldn’t make their three-pointer to send the game to overtime. That maybe the talk of the town but how about the Big Game that James Yap brought? What about that? He came up big and clutch. He took over and made sure that his team will win the Grand Slam. And yes, he was successful in carrying the Mixers. We got the Grand Slam! Thanks to Big Game James, his million moves and the triangle offense that ran around him all throughout the game with the calls of Coach Tim Cone. Those guys are my idol. Tim is my hero. (How should I end this paragraph without shedding a tear?) I’ll just go back to Grand Slam.

It’s been a week and days will still pass but I will forever be plagued with what my team has reached. It’s just amazing to see the players, the coaches and even the people from the bench (ball boys, water boys etc.) staying together even to the hardest part. Fans like me are included, too. Neither bandwagoners nor haters would feel the sweetness of this experience.

San Mig Coffee’s Grand Slam will be remembered eternally. Coach Tim and his core players will obviously be part of the PBA Hall of Fame in the future but one thing shouldn’t be forgotten. This team was made to be together to win championships. This team didn’t give up with their battle cry, which is TOGETHER, 1-2-3, TOGETHER!

Thank you, San Mig Super Coffee Mixers! See you on another roller coaster ride! We, the fans will never get tired of supporting you. We are all in this journey together.

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TOGETHER: The Secret Behind San Mig Super Coffee Mixers’ Success (Pt. 1)

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Laban, San Mig!

These are the words that always come to my mind whenever my favorite ball club plays against any team. From eliminations up to the playoffs, the level of excitement in seeing them always hits the boiling point. I can’t remember the exact time when I fell in love with this team. I’m not sure if it was when I saw James Yap hitting his clutch baskets, or when I got the chance to watch PJ Simon play off the bench then will be the best player of the game, or when I followed the development of Marc Pingris from being a role player to a national weapon for Gilas, or when I heard the news that my favorite coach, Tim Cone, will call the shots for this team. Damn! I still feel those kiligs whenever I try to recall those memories. You know that it’s special if until now, you still feel the same kilig whenever you remember your precious moments with your dearest one.

The question of when did I fall for this team is not important. For me, what’s worth sharing is the reason why I love San Mig Coffee. Why do I love this team in spite of all their heartbreaking losses in the past? Why do I love this team even though its name has been changed twice already? My reason is simple. I see myself in every campaign of San Mig. The team has its fair share of ups and downs and so have I.

I am the type of person who is aware of what I can do. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not about being boastful. I’m just satisfied with what is happening to me. I didn’t need to move out of my comfort zone. I must call it COMPLACENCY. To connect this with San Mig, allow me to go back to the PBA’s 2011 Philippine Cup when B-Meg (it was still the team’s name that time) was at the top of the team standings and just like what everyone expected, they finished first after the elimination round. Tim Cone’s first coaching stint in B-Meg was labeled as brilliant because of how he managed to bring back the team’s winning tradition. The pressure was everywhere and it kept on getting worse while they were moving close to the day of Game 1 of the Quarterfinals. B-Meg was about to face the number 8 seeded team, Powerade Tigers. They had the twice to beat advantage in that series. They eventually got defeated that night. I accepted that loss and just said, “Wala lang yan. Baka matagal lang napahinga kaya nangalawang. Kukunin namin yan sa Linggo.” Sunday night came. I decided to stay at home and watch the do or die game between the two. I was so happy with how my team played the triangle offense and how they operated on defense. I was comfortably sitting on the couch until the end of the third quarter. The final quarter came like I needed to survive a powerful storm that I didn’t see coming. Good Lord! Powerade made a big rally to put the game on the line and suddenly, fuck! The game went on to a deciding overtime period. B-Meg’s huge lead was blown away and they were booted out by the opposing team after the extension. It broke my heart, big time. Just to describe how my heart got broken, I still can’t watch the replay of that game until now. COMPLACENCY. That’s how I always describe in simplest way the reason why my team lost that series. It went to every player’s head that they were in the best team but forgot the reason of their campaign’s success.

But we believe in bouncing back. Coach Tim Cone believed that it had to happen for his team to mature, for his team to have trust in each other, for his team to know what the real winning ways mean. We bounced back in the Commissioner’s Cup. B-Meg acquired Denzel Bowles, a sweet shooting player from the United States who can do everything in the court. It was not hard for the team to win every game but they won the needed ones. I was so exultant when the team that was eliminated last conference bounced back strongly to go to the finals and face the defending champions, Talk n Text. I knew how hard the series would be because the team that B-Meg would be facing was a championship caliber team under a very experienced coach.

The series went down the wire. A lot of storyline have been made including suspensions, fines, Chot Reyes publicly calling out his players, blaming tactics, Tim Cone falling down when bumped by the referee etc. But one biggest moment of this series will forever be remembered by lots of PBA fans. I’m talking about the Game 7. B-Meg was down by 13 when the team went on to an onslaught and fought back to cut down Talk n Text’s lead to just 2. Time was not on B-Meg’s side but the possession was theirs. Tim Cone calmly used his timeout to draw a play for his ace player, James Yap. During that play, everybody was up on their feet. James Yap couldn’t shoot the ball but he rebounded it and went to the three point area. Many thought that he will try to shoot the ball again including myself but his unselfish instinct made him pass the ball to the cutting Denzel Bowles but he was not able to shoot the ball, too. When  the time expired, Mico Halili, the great sports commentator who was covering that game alongside Quinito Henson and Jojo Lastimosa was halfway in announcing that the champions were Talk n Text but a referee was making his presence felt while these things were happening. He called a foul on Kelly Williams after pushing Bowles while taking the shot. B-Meg was down by two and the team needed Bowles to make his free throws to be able to bring the game to overtime. Those pair of free throws were the best that I’ve seen in my whole fucking life. Denzel Bowles made the free throws. We went into overtime!

During the overtime, B-Meg was on a killer instinct, making their triangle offense effective and giving the opponent a suffocating defense. CHAMPIONS! That was what the people told B-Meg after the final buzzer sounded. That was one of the proudest moments of my life as a sports fan. B-Meg proved that they can bounce back and win it all. Thanks for that sweet championship! This has brought back the motivation in me. This championship became an inspiration.

The ups and downs are not yet over though. This team needed to stay together.

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We Fight: To the Last Minute, To the Last Second because It’s Playoffs

It’s playoffs time in the NBA and to those who are avid fans of this event like me, we all know that it is very exhausting to players. Whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally, every game and every series take too much from the players.

It is very important though to have at least one “badass leader” in the team who can motivate and maybe show his teammates the energy and will that are needed to get the W.

I remember last year when Dwyane Wade’s Miami Heat was down with a game in their Best of Seven Series against the tactical team, San Antonio Spurs. Wade, I think, is the best example of a badass leader who can motivate his team and will convert this into a big comeback win.

How did D Wade do it? He just took chance to talk in a huddle and led the whole team (with all his emotions and toughness) to a Red Lines inspired WE FIGHT chant. It was all about his will that led the Heat to a win that also made a statement that his team is not done yet.

Take a look at this real badass huddle chant. It’s one of the best.

You’ll even hear the commentator saying: “They seem desperate, they seem hungry, they seem a little angry.”

I am hoping that there will be another player and team for this playoffs who will steal the limelight just to show how driven they are to get the Larry O’ Brien trophy.