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January 16, 2013Posted by on
For the nth time, an undermanned AHS 4D 03 squad withered against top notch competition. From the tip-off, the opposing team came out with all guns blazing. The mainstays of AHS 4J 03 were taller, faster, and more athletic. Midway into the first quarter, the deficit ballooned to more than ten points. To make matters worse, the absence of Gino Magat left the already depleted frontline without another vital bruiser.
By second half, the lead mushroomed to 30 points as the J-boys found their mark from beyond the arc. In a good show of sportsmanship, our opponents pulled out their big guns as their runaway victory (and our demise) became more apparently certain. Nevertheless, the fresh legs of AHS 4J 03’s second stringers were too much to handle.
There was to be no miracle comeback, as the team missed a substantial number of free throw attempts (40%, 4/10). For the second straight game, our three-point shooting accuracy was horrendous (16.7%, 3/18). Our taller adversaries grabbed a massive 39 rebounds against our miniscule 12. We were bested in almost every statistical category except in blocked shots (4).
The final score: 43-61. AHS 4D 03, the Roberto Littaua champions of 2009, had just sustained its worst shellacking since the 50-point blowout in 2011.
Losing is never fun. But there’s only so much a depleted squad could do. The lone bright spot in this debacle of an ABL season is the fact that the losing experience is character-building.
Game Statistics (from ABL.ph)
January 10, 2013Posted by on
ABL 2012 was a debacle. We won only three games – two of these by default. A recurring knee injury to our ace player Merrill Lazo compounded the troubles brought about by the loss of two our key big men. The team struggled to fill gaps in the rotation. We were perenially undermanned – a far cry from the vaunted championship squad of 2009.
Last Saturday’s game was no different. We were outgunned, outclassed, and outfought. The opposing team, AHS 4A 2003, was taller and heftier and boasted several players with basketball varsity experience. Although we led by a couple of points during the first few minutes of the game, the lack of offensive cohesion and frontline heft took its toll. Our adversaries scored with reckless abandon from both the inside and the outside. The lack of adequate substitute players in our rotation made it harder for our guards to defend against 4A’s crack snipers.
By halftime, the team was neck-deep under a staggering 17-point lead.
Huffing and puffing from two quarters’ worth of exertion, I struggled to come to terms with the shellacking. The portly Velden Lim did his utmost best to infuse some order into our offense. As I sat on one of those new folding chairs to catch my breath, I noticed grim smiles painted on the faces of Adi Dimaliwat and Paolo Rosales, our most vital scoring cogs.
Once the second half began, a vicious fightback ensued. As the opposing team rested their starters, we fought tooth and nail for every point. Hustle was the name of the game, despite our struggles in forming a cohesive offensive effort. Although we reduced the deficit to a mere 6 points in the fourth quarter, the exhausted AHS 4D 03 squad was left scoreless in the last four minutes of the game. The final buzzer sounded with the score of 37-46.
The game statistics speak volumes about our terrible game. We shot a miserable 22.2%. Only 7 out of our 22 three-point attempts found the bottom of the net, despite Paolo Rosales’ accurate 44.4% clip from behind the arc. Similarly, we had trouble making our free throws (6 out 18, 33.3%). The opposing team outrebounded us 25-38.
An inspired Andrei Blancia put in an herculean effort in the paint, grabbing a team-high 8 rebounds. Rosales scored a team-high 17 points, as JR “MVP” Calimbas churned in a game-high 4-assist performance.
Game Statistics (from ABL.ph)
November 27, 2012Posted by on
When I was a high school junior, my class had Ateneo Hall of Fame football coach Ompong Merida as its PE teacher. He gave these heartfelt lectures on the importance of staying physically feat. Coach Ompong was fond of shouting “fitness for life,” with a determined fist thrown high up the air, each time we bumped into his workouts. During one such PE class, he told us about how he had recently rediscovered the joy of running.
Fast forward eleven years later. As mentioned in my earlier posts, I’ve hung up my spikes for good, putting an end to a decade’s worth of competitive athletics. In the months that I’ve spent away from the track, I found a precarious sense of peace doing absolutely nothing training related. I took pleasure in bumming around and going out with friends, shunning the spartan routine of an athlete with a day job. Soon enough, the novelty of such a lifestyle wore off. I could not, for the death of me, stand spending late nights in bars every single weekend. I began to miss the fantastic feeling of endorphin high – and to some extent, athletics itself.
Coach Ompong’s impassioned fitness speeches came into mind. I can live without the hurdles, but I cannot comprehend being sedentary.
I began a gradual return to an active lifestyle, as I picked up the pieces of my shattered athletics dreams. The weekly basketball leagues at work has been the focal point of my competitive urges. As the rancor gave way to acceptance, I made a gradual return to my old haunts and to a watered down version of an athletics conditioning program. Without the pressures of the balancing act of work and competitive athletics, I can honestly say that I’m happier. I have finally outgrown those youthful pursuits.
November 11, 2012Posted by on
It’s a pity how some people my age complain of being “old.” Things could not be further away from the truth. Being in your mid-twenties is certainly much better than being in your teens. I can feel the difference in physique, to say the least. I am definitely not “old” for I am at the peak of physical fitness.
While having my customary post-workout meal this afternoon, I noticed a poster advertising a two-month TRX training program. The around 2 to 3 sessions per week, the prospective client must shell Php 7,500 (approx. USD 180). It’s a steep price to pay to get physically fit. True enough, gym memberships and decent coaching do not come cheap. Although one can opt to run outdoors or follow simple do-it-yourself workouts, there’s this fine line between being foolhardy and cost-effective.
Although I earn a decent enough salary with my finance industry day job, the thought of hiring a personal coach still seems a bit scary – and thankfully, unnecesary. This is where my athletics background come in handy.
Now that I’m retired from the sport, staying in tip-top physical shape has become imperative. In my past life I’ve taken being athletic as a pre-requisite to achieve my sporting goals. Nowadays, fitness has become an end in itself. Even if I’ve hung up my spikes, I have no intention of getting a beer belly!
I’ve been following a less stringent training regimen the past few months consisting of weight training, plyometrics, uphill sprints, and sprints. In essence, these workouts are modified track & field routines designed to mimic the physical requirements of a basketball game – my sport of choice outside athletics.
I invited a handful of my former track & field teammates to scrimmage with the D2003 ABL team yesterday afternoon. As expected, our younger and more athletic opponents ran circles around the older members of my high school class. It’s the first time in recent months that I’ve encountered such quality athleticism in opponents. Even if my basketball skill set is severely lacking, I’m proud to say that I can hold my own in terms of physical strength and fitness.
Like I always say, the end of my athletics days does not necessarily translate in being sedentary. Being an athlete is a way of life that transcends track & field and the hurdles. After all, one’s youth does not last forever.
October 18, 2012Posted by on
Basketball shoes are expensive. On average, the big brand ones cost around Php 4,000 – Php 5,000. Since I suck at the hoops game, buying those pricey shoes is a no-no. Hence, I’ve been on a constant lookout for cheap buys. With my old, three-year old Spalding kicks literally breaking at its seams, I was lucky to chance upon a pair of Above The Rim basketball shoes at the Payless Shoe Store branch in Glorietta 4.
Naturally, I was somewhat cautious in trying out this unfamiliar brand. I did a cursory Google search and learned that Above The Rim was once popular in the early 90s. Today, the company has a couple of NBA players as its endorsers. I went back the next day and bought the Above The Rim Dbl Dribble for a measly Php 795 (around USD 20)!
The Dbl Dribble is a no-frills basketball shoe. The gray synthetic fabric has that blue collar, everyman look. I like the sleek, straightforward lines on the side of the shoe. The shoelace holes are as utilitarian as it can get, with no metal linings at all. With its white lines, somewhat triangular contours, and breathing holes, the back portions of the shoe has the likeness of tough steel.
The high cut Dbl Dribble has excellent ankle support. However, the fit is a bit loose on the forefoot that I had to wear double socks to get that snug feel. I’ve used the shoes a couple of times the past few weeks. I had absolutely no problems with the Dbl Dribble and found it particularly well-suited for sudden bursts of speed, abrupt stops, and lateral movement in basketball.
For its price, its utilitarian look, and satisfactory performance, the Above the Rim Dbl Dribble is worth every Peso.
October 16, 2012Posted by on
October 15, 2012Posted by on
I have loads of free time now that I’ve stopped with competitive athletics. Since I’ve lived a spartan routine for the past decade or so, living a regular joe’s life can be refreshing. But then again, there’s this urge to stay physically fit. The end of my track & field days does not necessarily mean the end of all sporting activities. I am a competitive person by nature and I need my regular dose of organized sports. I’ve been getting invites from friends to try out triathlon, road running, Ultimate, and floorball. Frankly speaking, I don’t have much interest in new sports.
I am content with the three basketball tournaments (two corporate leagues and one Ateneo league) available in a given year. It feels like I’m back in the year 2000 again, chasing after far-flung hoop dreams. The time I’ve spent away from the hard court, however, has stunted whatever basketball fundamentals learned during my time as a [frustrated] cager. To cope with the fast paced basketball game, I rely mostly on my athleticism.
Despite hanging up my spikes, there is still a need to stay in shape – for competitive and aesthetic purposes!
I haven’t stopped lifting weights since I was 15 years old. This have been the bread and butter of training regimens the past few years. I can go on and on about the benefits of weight training, but in a nutshell, it helps me (1) toughen up against taller hopes and (2) avoid injury from all the running and jumping of basketball.
Plyos are an excellent way to train for fast-paced, explosive sports. Since I usually play defense (in light of my lack of offensive skills), doing plyos gives me an edge over those more-gifted basketball players.
Think Hanamichi Sakuragi.
Back in my high school track & field days, we ran one mile to warm-up for training. Every single day. I lost the zeal for this when I got into college team, as I lowered my warm-up mileage to 1.2km instead of 1.6km. Because I have loads of time and I don’t have to train for the hurdles anymore, what better way to keep in shape by running a friggin’ mile? Moreover, it is refreshing to run against the clock for a change.
I don’t see myself joining the cacophony of road runs anytime soon. I prefer the solace of a solo run to the jam-packed environs of a race.
I get a certain sense of fulfillment doing sprints. It soothes one’s longing for speed, without the need to burn expensive fuel. Going full throttle (or half-throttle when doing speed endurance workouts) makes me feel alive. It’s a good way to keep those endorphins flowing, without the pain of a long run. Even if I’m a retired track athlete, I still get the urge to don my spikes and go out for a spin, so to speak.
July 13, 2012Posted by on
I’ve been playing quite a lot of basketball lately. It’s a good outlet for all my pent-up energy, in light of my recent retirement from athletics. My basketball skills are practically zilch. I make numerous errors, hurried shots, and idiotic fumbles. To cope, I rely on my athleticism!
For the second straight year, I’ll be playing at the finals of the ACI-MART Basketball League. I’ve had the good fortune of being selected by the strongest teams; hence, the back-to-back stints. Despite my lack of hoops know-how, I find the team atmosphere relaxing. The dose of competition is healthy and stress-free.
So if you’re free this Monday (6PM), head out to the D-Zone in Makati to watch our game!
May 29, 2012Posted by on
Until the start of our MART/ACI basketball league, I haven’t played the hoops game since our ABL defeat last February. Unsurprisingly, I was rusty. To make matters worse, I am not in tip-top shape, since taking a one-month break from almost everything physical. My coordination and shooting was off. What limited basketball I.Q. I have was stunted by a lack of practice!
Thankfully, I have such able teammates. I can ride the bench anytime I make a series of fumbles. During D2003’s ill-fated ABL 2012 campaign, I could not even take a one-quarter break amidst the absence of our big guys.
With the Philippine National Games in Dumaguete going to full swing, I need an outlet for all my excess energy, lest I don my track kit again. These basketball games are perfect avenues to do just that. I can take a step back with youthful abandon. Despite my obvious lack of basketball moves, it feels superb to be able to unleash all these pent-up athletic energy. More importantly, there’s an excuse to focus on my fitness again. During my month-long hiatus, my body experienced withdrawal symptoms as it ingested more and excreted less endorphins.
I had an interesting talk with a couple of my athletics friends. One of them advised me stay in shape, just in case. Just in case, I have a change of heart.
For now, however, I shall take a low profile.
March 12, 2012Posted by on
It all started a few days before the ELSA Amazing Race. When I woke up one morning, my throat felt itchy. Perhaps it was due to the rainy weather, or the times I failed to quickly change into a dry shirt. I was also feeling somewhat stressed around that time, from my crazy schedule of sleep deprivation, full-time work and athletics training. The logical thing I should have done was to rest it out. But I did not follow the logical path.
Instead, I played a lengthy game of basketball that weekend. For four quarters, our undermanned ABL team held its own against better and taller opponents. We lost the game by a measly two points. At the end of the 45 minutes of play, I was breathing heavily. I started to cough as my nose became even more clogged. That night, I developed a mild fever. I wanted to pull out of the Amazing Race, but for some insane reason, I did not.
I sneaked in one oval session a few days later, thinking I’ve recovered from my illness. It turned out that I haven’t. The next weekend, I played in yet another ill-fated basketball match, exacerbating my poor condition.
Despite my poor basketball skills, I just had to do my part for our ABL team – especially with the absence of our star players. There were no fairy tale endings at the end of it. We lost two of our last three games; thus, effectively ending our 2012 ABL season.
Even if I lost quite a few training days, I was glad as hell I did not back down from the challenge of playing through an illness. The thought of missing out on a good fight would have been more hurtful than spending a few days more under the weather.
Sometimes, we throw logic off the window, as the mind takes a back seat to our passions.
March 2, 2012Posted by on
The team has adjusted relatively well to the absence of its former UAAP juniors stars. Despite the missing Yayo Puno, our front line held through against the tall trees of Team Sabino. The entire game was a fierce battle of attrition. Team Sabino, who missed the services of its own former varsity players as well, held the upper hand throughout most of the game.
Even if we defended quite well, the team had problems with offense. Ryan Agas and Merrill Lazo are vital cogs to the offensive rotation. Those missing guys sapped a big chunk of our firepower. Nevertheless, Paolo Rosales had a monster scoring game, notching 20 points in 42.1% field goal shooting. The fast break plays, with Rosales as the pincer, kept our collective heads above water in the game’s most crucial phases. Ros’ partner in crime, the streak shooting Adi Dimaliwat added 12 points, all scored from the beyond the arc.
Although we led at some point in the third quarter, the “W” eluded our undermanned squad. When the final buzzer sounded, we were behind by a measly 2 points, 50-52.
With this loss, the team fell to 2-4 – the second worst record in the 5-team division. This weekend’s back-to-back games, missing players notwithstanding, are crucial in our bid to reach the semifinals.
February 7, 2012Posted by on
The first minutes of the game started fairly well. Despite the the staggering height advantage of Team Sarmiento, thanks to the 6’5 former Blue Eagle standout Martin Quimson, we powered on to an early three point lead as Merrill Lazo made timely drop passes to the lurking Yayo Puno. Our undersized front line and speedy guards played had the quick first step.
In the land of the giants. (Photos from Jeric Angeles)
Midway into the first quarter, the bleeding started. Despite the heroics of Lazo and Puno, our offense floundered. The tall trees of the opposing team stifled our rebounding and limited our second chance points. By halftime, the lead has ballooned to as much as 15 points.
Again, the missing Ryan Agas left a gaping hole on both sides of the court. Save for Lazo, our shooters failed to connect from three point country. Nevertheless, we soldiered on. Tempers almost reached boiling point as Lazo and Gino Magat figured in on-court altercations. The team staged a comeback in the third quarter. The duo of Adi Dimaliwat and Paolo Rosales wreaked havoc on the open court, scoring valuable fastbreak points. The team trimmed the deficit to as low as six points.
From then on, it was methodical slaughter.
We were outrebounded, 48 to 58. Team Sarmiento made a staggering 86 field goal attempts to our 69, shooting an impressive 39.5% to our woeful 29%. When the final buzzer sounded, the opposing team was up 16 points, 60-76. With the loss, the team’s record fell to 2-2, good enough for third place in our five-team division.
January 31, 2012Posted by on
The team came half an hour early, in anticipation of heavy traffic arising from the high school fair. With the game scheduled for 7PM, we assembled the core of the team a good 20 minutes before tip-off time. This was a far cry from the first game, when we ate up the 10 minute time-out allotment waiting to complete five players. Save for a couple of missing faces, most of the guys in the lineup were present. Even old reliable Choi Esguerra, who lost played for the class way back in high school, was there!
However, traffic woes saw the opposing team lose the game by default. No one wants to win (or lose) a game by default. But then again, rules are rules. We were pitted against the joint league leaders, AHS 4J 2003, and were expecting a protracted battle with our athletic foes. Despite our willingness to wait it out, a strict schedule has to be followed. Nevertheless, a win is still a win, as the cliche goes.
When the grace period ran out, we decided to play a pick-up game instead to take advantage of the free hard court. Despite the informal setting, the players weren’t lacking in intensity. We were all frustrated at missing out on an ABL game; hence, we played hoops with [not-so-youthful] abandon. Despite the pressure-free environment, both squads came out with guns blazing.
We’ve always had trouble rotating the ball and running motion plays, relying on our streak shooting guards, lung-busting fast break plays and individual skill to score valuable points. The team had last many games with this type of play, falling pray to taller foes and more organized systems. As always, Merrill was a rock on both defense and offense. The return of Ryan from a one-game hiatus made for a more efficient play. Despite the presence of our two main men, the team lost to our undermanned opponents.
We were pummeled underneath by the magnificent post plays of RJ Jacinto, while the shifty MJ Torrado wreaked havoc on the open court. And yet, one can draw positives from the losing experience, wounded pride notwithstanding. At least it wasn’t an official ABL game. Moreover, it was a good opportunity to for the team to be more cohesive. It’s better to make mistakes on the practice court than in actual game! As the cliche goes, we learn more from losing than from winning.
The team might have gotten a free pass, but the road ahead is going to get a lot tougher.
January 9, 2012Posted by on
Five minutes before tip-off time, our side of the basketball court was devoid of the usual faces. Only JR Calimbas, Ryan Agas, Merrill Lazo and I were there. As the clock ticked, the prospect of defaulting on our season opener slowly became reality. Paolo Rosales’ last minute arrival finally completed the starting five.
All throughout the precocious pre-game impasse, I was admittedly irked by the absence of the other players. We pride ourselves in winning an ABL championship without non-D2003 reinforcements and yet, there we were struggling to complete a five-man squad. It seemed as if everything went downhill after the magical 2009 season.
We were bombarded by accurate outside snipes from 4H 2003’s Earl Bello. Inside the paint, our heftier opponents controlled the boards and made crucial point-blank conversions. In the first two quarters, the opposing team led by as much as eight points as we struggled to keep pace with a depleted line-up. The daredevil fast breaks of Ryan and Ros kept the team within striking distance. But we couldn’t seem to pare the lead.
With lactic acid dangerously reaching the thresholds of pain, our much awaited reinforcements finally arrived. The sweet-shooting Adi Dimaliwat was the spark plug. Adi’s accurate shots from three-point country enabled the squad wrest the lead for the first time in the game. Dimaliwat was unstoppable, as he unleashed an electric display of shooting prowess, nailing three out of his eight attempted three-pointers. Adi’s field goal percentage was an immaculate 50%.
As the latter quarters unraveled, the fab four of Ryan, Merrill, Adi and Ros wreaked havoc on the open court. The defense held the repeated forays of the opposing team. Gang rebounding proved pivotal for the team in the face of wider and taller opponents. In a noteworthy twist, the smallest man on court, JR, notched a team-high seven rebounds! Despite the dearth in size, D2003 grabbed a game high 27 rebounds against the opposing team’s 26.
Adi and Ryan both registered a game-high of thirteen points, with the latter grabbing five rebounds. Merrill chipped in four assists, while Ros contributed eleven points.
Agas’ hard fall in the last four minutes of the game threatened to derail our path to the “W.” But the front line upped the ante until the visibly shaken former UAAP star dug deep to return to the hard court. When the final buzzer sounded, we were ahead by a barely comfortable five points, 39-34.
It was an auspicious opening to the ABL 2012 season. Despite the absence of several key players, the team still managed to eke out a hard-fought, come-from-behind win – the first time we won an opening game in four ABL seasons. It was a far-cry from the 50-point shellacking we took in the final game of ABL 2011.
October 13, 2011Posted by on
I made my first dunk when I was fifteen years old. It wasn’t actually a dunk, strictly speaking, since I practically tipped the ball in before pulling down the ring with half my palm (“tap ring” in Filipino colloquial terms). But hell, I was ecstatic! I gleefully called one of my friends to watch as I repeated the feat. I was at the height of my basketball addiction back then, playing almost every day after school.
In time, I traded my high cut basketball shoes for sleek sprinting spikes. I lost a good measure of what basketball skills I’ve worked so hard for as I transformed myself to a track & field athlete. Hence, I’ve lost the ability to do the “tap ring.” The past few years have seen the resurgence of my passion for the hoops game. The organized basketball leagues that were readily available infused much needed enthusiasm amidst the boredom of my solo athletics training.
During one such basketball game weeks ago, I tried dunking the ball for the first time in almost a decade. After a few bungled tries, I found the rhythm. Finally, I was able to translate the athleticism I’ve developed as a sprint hurdler into basketball’s most exciting shot. It was far from an honest-to-goodness dunk, but it was much better than the “tap ring” a decade earlier.