Finally, the NBA's "King" was crowned last night. After seven seemingly long years, LeBron James gets his first NBA Championship. Just like any crowned King, he did this with much struggle and pain. He spent five years with his first team, the Cleveland Cavaliers. He reached the NBA Finals once, only to be swept by the San Antonio Spurs.
A couple of years ago, he made the choice of his career that infuriated more than half of the fans of the game. He left a constant playoff contender Cavaliers, and went to team up with co-superstars Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh. Branded as the new big three in the East, he found his Fellowship of the Ring.
Wade single-handedly captured the 2006 NBA Championship after beating the Dallas Mavericks, 4-2. He was 24 years old. This time, he decided that he step down from the leadership role and took in good friend LeBron and Chris with open arms.
The first year was a bit shaky. It showed that each of them were still feeling each other. Nobody wanted to step on each one's shoe, each one filling the role. LeBron decided to take a step back from his A-game, giving way to Wade's leadership. It worked, but not as long. They were beaten by the Mavericks in 2011.
This season, they got back on the groove and they did not disappoint. after a shortened 66-game season due to a lock-out, the Heat finished second with a win-loss record of 46-20. The road to the Finals seemed easier following a series of injuries during the first round of the Playoffs: Dwight Howard (back), Derrick Rose (ACL), Ray Allen (ankle) and a few more injuries from their first round opponents: Jeremy Lin (Meniscus) and Baron Davis (Knee) and Iman Shumpert (ACL). The NBA must have laid a red carpet on the Heat to easily cruise through the championship.
However, the road was not easy as it looked. During the second round of the Playoffs, they played a young tough team, the Indiana Pacers. They promised to be a "Dallas Mavericks" for the Heat by becoming a rebounding and defensive team. They gave the Heat the scare of their lives, and LeBron another risk of waiting another year to get a hold of the Ring.
After taking a 2-1 deficit, the Fellowship looked like it was about to falter. In the middle of Game 3, Wade had a heated discussion with Heat head coach, Fil-Am Erik Spoelstra. But after a few baths and some meditation, the seemingly cold Heat came back hotter than before. They won over the Pacers in 6 games.
The same scare happened in the East Finals. Upon entering the Playoffs, the Bostons Celtics looked like an old team that will easily be eliminated. But no, they defeated their first two opponents, the Atlanta Hawks and the Philadelphia 76ers in 7 games. For each round that they stayed, they looked even stronger. Rajon Rondo showed that he is the next big Superstar for the Celtics. They did give the Heat a real hard time. Boston led the Heat 3-2 after five games, with game 6 to be played in Boston. The LeBron's Heat never faltered, won game 6 on the road, and eventually won the series in 7.
And then, the NBA Finals. What seemed like an easy road for the Heat was indeed a very long one. The younger, fresher Thunder finished off the 4-time Champions San Antonio Spurs in 6 games, giving them a longer practice and rest period. They had their own Big three, headed by the 23-year old MVP runner-up Kevin Durant, Russell Westbrook, and the most famous beard, 6th Man of the Year James Harden.
Game 1 was a neck-and-neck game, giving the NBA fans a good show. Both teams were relatively young, and both had exciting high flyers, and of course, floppers. Game 1 was taken by Oklahoma.
The Thunder seemed indestructible. Kevin Durant was a monster. However, lady luck was on the Heat's side this year. Games 2 to 4 were close contests, with late-game miscues. Russell Westbrook played magnificently, however, LeBron and the Heat showed that when the going gets tough, it takes maturity and presence of mind to capture the crown. Clutch-time baskets gave the Heat the wins, making the Thunder's first NBA Finals win their last. The Miami Heat wins in 5 games, giving the franchise its second championship, and LeBron and the rest (except Dwyane Wade and Udonis Haslem) their first ring. This year, the Fellowship of the Ring regained its momentum and strength, dominated, and won.
Congratulations to our Kababayan, Coach Erik Spoelstra for his first NBA Championship as Head Coach.
When Michael Buffer announced the third judge’s decision
along with the words “And new WBO champion,” I suddenly fell on my seat, kept
quiet for a few seconds. After composing myself, I started tweeting all the
violent words of discontent and disgust. I strongly felt we were cheated.
Having watched all the Pacquiao gamers since Ledwaba, I think that this one
should have been decided on his favor. I felt he got lucky on the two Marquez
fights, but this one, I was convinced he won.
I wanted to write about this blog instantly, but I felt that
I will only be bashing on the judges when I write. Now that I am more composed,
I can look back and take on this topic with more grace, just like how Manny
treated this loss.
After watching this fight, and being furious with the
outcome, there also arose some realizations about Manny Pacquiao and this circus
world of boxing. Here are five:
1. Boxing is a subjective sport – Just like what
analysts say, you are only secured of a victory when you KO your opponent. When
you finish all 12 rounds, decision will depend on three people. Even if all the
other unofficial tally boards show you a convincing lead for one boxer, it
could go another way for those three judges. And that’s what CJ Ross and Duane
Ford saw that night. I demand LASIK surgery for these two judges. Whoops sorry,
bias shows again…
2. Boxing is gambling – For the Nth time, Manny Pacquiao
is an obvious winner. Odds are in favor of the Pac Man. Less people bet because
of very low returns. There is a need to lower the odds so more people will bet.
So what to do? Simple: give the obvious winner a surprising loss so the next
fight will be a closer, more exciting betting game.
3.The series needs to thrive – This contract’s “Rematch
clause” needs marketing. If Manny Pacquiao knocks this guy down, or wins by
unanimous decision, which we all think he did, the number of people who will be
watching or betting on the rematch will potentially be cut in half. Thanks to
the blind judging on June 9th, the rematch just got more exciting.
Now people will want to watch Manny knock Bradley down, which he could have
done in at least 3 rounds the previous fight.
4.Boxing is a revolving door – Fights other than
Pacquiao or Mayweather are not marketable. Mayweather is afraid to fight the
big fights, while Manny’s speed seems to be waning and the usual wear and tear
is dawning on him. Boxing needs new, marketable fighters. They see it in Tim
Bradley, with 28 wins and no losses. A defeat from Manny will erase all the
previous wins, and he will be branded as unworthy to be called one of the best.
Boxing needs new guys, so they need to make Bradley look good, even to the
expense of an obvious winner.
5.Wake up call – The defeat is obviously a awfully
judged, but it should also serve as a wakeup call to both Manny Pacquiao and
the Filipino people. Manny is ageing. He has a lot of things in his plate:
Congress, Bible preacher, Celebrity, Philanthropist. Focus on boxing is
thinning. He badly needs a successor. Manny, please, please, please pass on the
torch. Train new boxers. Promote fights. Be the next De La Hoya. The Filipino
people will thank you for giving them a new hero.
The next Pacquiao-Bradley fight will be on November.
Pacquiao is ready, while Bradley needs to recuperate from injuries. Pacquiao
promises a more exciting fight, nothing less than a knockout. Mommy Dionesia
promises a KO by Manny, if not by her. Odds will level and more people will
come. The only true winners are the businessmen who thrive on this
multi-million dollar sport.
Before the dendrites in my brain gets burned by wear and tear, I need to chronicle the details of the day that changed my life forever. We were blessed with a beautiful and healthy little boy on Juanary 17, 2012, at around 11:42 pm.
From this experience, I realized that it really takes a team to build a family, including pregnancy. As for Bubbles and I, we are forced to become the super tag-team champs, since we have no support group within 5-mile radius. :) With God's help and of each other, we pulled this off very smoothly.
Okay here's how our day started on January 17th. We did the usual thing, woke up early, got ready for work, had breakfast. With the natural instinct, Bubbles felt like taking all the D-day (a.k.a. giving birth) stuff: Bag with our clothes, car seat, stroller, food, etc., "just in case." Little did I know that she was feeling bits and pieces of contractions since dawn. She did not mention and did not mind since it was too mild to be alarming.
At around 10am, I got a text from the Missus saying she was feeling some contractions every 15-20 minutes. From our birth class, Doctor made it very clear that any contraction interval longer than 5-6 minutes is a "false alarm." So when I got this, I just replied, "Ok, just keep on monitoring. Let me know if it worsens." And it did in a few hours. She did not feel the pain yet, only that she already had "bloody show." She called her OB, Dr. Jane Piness' office, telling them about this development. They instantly instructed us to proceed to their clinic. At around lunch time, I rushed to Bubbles' office. Thank God I was only a mile away.
On the way to the clinic, the contractions became more significant, more frequent. But according to Bubbles, it was not that painful yet. We went to the clinic, were received by the friendly Claudia and Shadi. They led us to an observation room, where they connected some monitors to Bub's tummy. Now she's feeling a bit more pain than the previous contractions. Dr. Piness came to see us and checked whether it was time. Cervix was only dilated 4cm, still far from the 10-centimeter full dilation. She asked that we stay for a few more minutes so she could monitor the contraction intervals. Based on Bub's count, she was contracting every 10 minutes, still a "stable" contraction.
Few excerpts of our monitoring:
After a few hours in the observation room, we were told that: we won't go home that night. Dr. Piness' office instantly called the delivery room and told them we are coming. They did some paper work, gave us a copy to show the delivery room, and we were officially in labor at around 2:45pm.
After giving us the papers to give the delivery room, Shadi bid us good luck and showed us the way. Showed us the way!! No wheel chairs for Bub, no cart for our stuff! Just me, Bubbles, our stuff and Juancho ready to eject!
For Bubbles, the way to the delivery room felt like forever. With increasingly painful contractions and no wheel chair, we needed to stop from time to time so she could wait for the throbbing pain to stop. All I could do was give her words of encouragement, stroke her back, and wait for her to get back on the groove. I felt helpless seeing her in pain.
Finally, after what felt like 300 kms. of walk, we arrived in the Labor and Child Care area. We stopped at the lobby to submit the papers. This is not our last stop. We needed to walk further to the delivery area. At this first stop, finally, we were offered wheel chair and cart. We instantly said "of course!" After a few minutes, the nurse came back without anything on hand, telling us that all wheel chairs are used, no carts as well. So we again walked for a few more steps, shorter this time, more like 100kms.
We finally arrived the delivery area, we were assigned a room, and immediately, Bub changed to the usual hospital gown, while the nurse connected all monitors.
There were idle times in the room. Most of the time, we just waited and watched TV. Contractions got stronger, and I have never seen Bubbles in that much pain. That was around 4pm. I asked her if she wanted epidural already, and she said no, not yet. She wanted to feel the labor pains. She was very brave.
A few minutes later, contractions came incredibly stronger than usual. Bubbles could no longer speak when it struck. And it was more frequent than previous. I then commanded that she be given the epidural.
The next time the nurse arrived, we mentioned that she was in pain and wanted the epidural. The nurse then got the paperwork for her to sign. Feeling the sense of urgency judging from the pain that Bubbles is enduring, I asked the nurse how long before the epidural is administered. She said epidural will be connected after blood exam and some paperwork, which will take around an hour.
AN HOUR?! I sensed Bub couldn't wait for another hour. We then asked how do you know if it's time to push? The nurse then said "Is this your first baby?" We said yes. She then said, "Normally labor is about 14-21 hours for first-timers. You know it's when you feel like you want to move."
Bubbles then shouted, "That is what I have been feeling for the past hour!" After saying that she checked Bub's cervix. After which, she hurried out to immediately connect the IV and to call the anesthesiologist. She found out Bub is now 9cm, just an inch away from full dilation. They suddenly felt the urgency.
The nurses immediately attached the I.V. The first nurse tried, and after several attempts to get to Bub's vein, she gave up, leaving drips of blood on the bed and on the floor. The second nurse came in, and finally, the IV was attached.
Bub felt the urge to go to the bathroom. Catheter was not connected yet, so she either needed to use the bathroom, or use the bedpan. She tried the bedpan, but she couldn't take it. So what we did was to give her a trip to the bathroom in between contraction intervals. Success!
After less than an hour, the Anesthesiologist, Dr. Roland, arrived with the epidural. At this point, Bubbles could no longer take the pain. I assisted Dr. Roland by making myself a step stool to Bubbles as she bent her torso to show her spine. The procedure was swift and Dr. Roland did great.
The next few hours were a bit stable. Bubbles could still feel the contractions, but this time, very lightly. She even managed to sleep for a few minutes after the procedure. We just waited for the right time, ate a few snacks, received a phone call from Ate Kat in Oregon, connected with Bubble's twin sister Petite in Skype. Thank God for technology, we were joined by Petite during the last three hours of labor.
We were visited regularly by Dr. Holly Masel, the resident OB for the night. Bubbles' doctors, Dr. Jane Piness and Bridget Casadaban were both out that night so labor was left in the hands of the doctor-in-charge for the night. Dr. Masel was nice and very accommodating.
At early evening, Bubbles was again checked for dilation, and found that she was 10cm. However, contraction should be stronger and more frequent in order for Bubbles to start pushing. She needed to be induced for faster and stronger contraction. They gave her a dose of Pitocin.
At 11pm, Dr. Masel found that it was time to push. There were only three people in the delivery room: Dr. Masel, our nurse for the night, and me. I took the right leg, the other nurse took the left. I helped in the pushing by giving the 10-second countdown every push. Bubbles exerted all her energy for the push.
After around 40 minutes of pushing, at 11:42pm, I was able to see the most beautiful thing: Juan Santiago Apostol Reyes was out, belting out the loudest scream. He was taken by the nurse to the cleaning area, along with the resident Pediatrician to check on his vitals. He weighed 6 lbs. 5 oz., and measured 21 1/2 inches.
Some newborn photos:
Every night I thank the Lord for the safe delivery and for the greatest, most beautiful gift. :)
This experience proved that we have a formidable, super tag-team. And for that I love you more. :)
Since my little boy arrived I was not able to write anything on this blog.
But it also seems that with the gazillion bits and pieces of information that you get in one line from the top three social networking sites, no one bothers to care to read a long, boring essay. :)
I am celebrating Christmas for the first time in a far away land... Away from the usual smell of puto bungbong in the air, away from the sound of little boys and girls singing to the usual Pinoy melody, away from the Titos, Titas, Kuyas and Ates that I usually share the days with. But everything's okay because this is also the first Christmas that I will spend with my one and only.
We usually spend Christmases away from each other. While I rumble with my aunts, uncles and cousins over the microphone of the Videoke playing all night, she is with her own aunts and uncles, sharing a lot of laughs, stories, gossips, and even play games with nieces and cousins. This is the first time that we were together. And this time, it's just the two of us. :) Oh, I forgot. We are three. One is comfortably nestling in Bubbles' womb.
Even when we are miles away from home, we are happy... We are happy with each other's company, anticipating the next few weeks where we will be three. Our first and last Christmas alone. Next year, there will be three... :)
Less than two months to go and I am officially embarking on a new road called Fatherhood. Fatherhood, a path I kept on imagining but could not fathom. A journey too complex that no perfect formula exists to go through it smoothly. Since Bubbles conceive our little boy, never was there a day that I ask myself if I am up to the task. I sometimes ask Bub if I am up for it. I always end my reflection with a sigh and a phrase of encouragement, "Of course I can." Amidst the incomprehensible bliss and excitement for little Juancho to come, there is an underlying nervousness, often fear for the task at hand. The last time I got nervous this much was when I was graduating college, thinking about how I could succeed in the "real" world and make good money. This, I think is a hundred times more daunting. Now, a life will depend on me.
While the mother provides the love, the serenity, the order and the light, the father gives the guidance, the direction, the courage, the wisdom. This partnership among shapes the child. I sure hope I give my fair share.
Am I ready? They say that a person has some sort of an auto-responsibility mode, that when you know someone depends on you, you automatically step up. Am I up for it? Can I wake up in the middle of the night not just to take a bathroom break, but to feed my baby in 3-hour intervals?
When Juancho grows up, am I a role model? Would he be proud of me?
While his mother teaches him how to read, write and be an outstanding student, will I be able to teach him how to be a street smart, how to get things done, how to be a good leader?
Will I be able to teach him what's right and wrong? Will I be able to discipline him in the manner most effective?
Will I have the strength to wake up in the morning and take him to school? Will I have the patience to wait for him during dismissal, or fetch him when it is late and he needs a ride home?
Will I be able to provide for his tuition? Will I be able to provide for the college of his choice?
These are only few of the questions that are yet to be answered. Amidst all these concerns, there is only one thing I can promise my boy: I will try my best to give him the best, to shape him to be the best that he can be. Can I do all these? Of course I can. Am I ready for this? I am and I will be...
I have personally witnessed this daunting task successfully done. Thanks Dad! I'll make sure I emulate all the good things you and Mom have shown me with Little Juancho.
As expected, Manny Pacquiao pulled off another thriller of a fight during November 12's Pacquiao-Marquez III. Just like any boxing rivalries old and new, the Manny Pacquiao - Juan Manuel Marquez came in three. And on the third fight, it was still a close one. Though unclear until just before the scorecards were announced, there shouldn't be any doubt after two out of three judges gave the fight to Manny. This should have ended the questions.But of course, just like any other close-call fights, many question the authenticity of the win.
View from our TV
For me, I can sum the fight up to two points why we shouldn't question the decision of the fight:
1. Two out of three judges called it a victory. One of them decided that it was a tie. Nobody decided it was Juan Manuel Marquez who won. So Marquez, why say that you have been robbed? In the first fight, judges were confused on who won, thus a tie. On the second fight, one judge saw that Marquez won. Thus, the split decision. This time, nobody saw Marquez win, and Pacquiao won by more than two points at least for the two judges. Need I say more? Why question the decision of three people who were as close to the fight as possible? I believe we have no right to question the judges' decisions, unless we were watching as close as them in the ring.
2. A counter-puncher challenger normally doesn't work. If you are the challenger, you should show that you are hungry for the championship, and not just wait for the champion to make a mistake. I agree that Marquez is a great fighter, but in this fight, he was cautious, he wasn't that hungry. He must have had a heavy lunch that dwindled his hunger for the title.
Juan Manuel Marquez is a great fighter, probably the best Manny Pacquiao has ever fought. It wasn't the most decisive of Manny's fights, but has indeed brought us another classic. In the end, Manny proved to be the more mature and better fighter, as how the judges saw it. As Dom Toretto put it in the first installment Fast and the Furious, "It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile; winning's winning." Better luck next time, Marquez. That is, if there is a next time.
Hey Floyd, this was a close call. Maybe this fight will give you the ball-boost to challenge our dear Manny. :)
My first-ever fall seems to be the shortest season of the year. As early as October 29, snow was falling the fall skies of DC. And by now, we are experiencing a pre-winter temperature, ranging from the high-forties to the low sixties. Brrrr...
The shot above was taken in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia. We went there to see its famous foliage in the fall, as the season helps shave off the leaves of the trees. But to our surprise, as we were only going on our second month of the fall, leaves have already fallen, and trees are now on winter mode. There were very few leaves left on trees, and a couple of them we see above.
Is the earth really shifting, or is it really just the time of the century where seasons change and weird things happen?
Bubbles and I experienced the Halloween festivities in Georgetown. It was fun to see all the people dressed in their best costumes of frightening, amusing, even funny characters, ghosts, ghouls, superheroes and even cartoon characters. The sidewalks of M Street (Georgetown side) were filled with people: bystanders, media, picture-takers, and cops. All were having fun watching the characters stroll the street, strut and frighten the kids, even adults. Here are a few pictures:
Man without a face
Their version of the white lady
Truly scary...
Me and my posse
I just noticed that there weren't too many frightening characters they portray, except for a few, most notable the guy who had the mask of Moammar Ghadafi! NOw that was freaky!
I miss the Filipino folklore characters who really give the little kids and even the old one the fear of their lives. Halloween parties in the Philippines the past few years depict these characters real good! :)
Here is a list of my favorite characters that we won't see in a Georgetown Halloween party:
1. Tiktik - I remember my yaya telling me the stories of pregnant women of their village remaining indoors especially when it is near dusk because these mythical characters hover around their village searching for fetuses to devour. To counter these baby-eaters, always keep garlic in your house. Apparently they're scared of sauteed food.
2.Manananggal - Those halflings. Literally. those women who split their bodies in two, where they leave their torso on land as half of them fly and hover around barrios searching for kids and women as food. To fight these monsters, people should find their torsos in the woods and pour salt so that their other half won't be able to reconnect to the torso. Although, folks didn't specify which salt is most effective: rock, iodized, powder, or kosher... And another thing: why aren't there male manananggals? I never did ask about that from these story-tellers.
3. Kapre - These hairy, tall guys give you the scare of your lives especially when you have a tall tree in front of your house. I was just thinking who will win in a boxing match between the kapre and basketball legend Bonnel Balingit...
4. Tikbalang - Our version of the Centaur (only that ours have the face of a horse and the body of a man), stories of these half-man, half-horse creatures are our yayas' way of keeping us indoors in the evening. I was told that these tikbalangs invite children to be with them to their world.
5. White Lady - be careful not to pass by these white women with long straight black hair. They are not Lux or Pantene commercial models. They are said to be lost spirits still hovering the streets seeking justice and peace. The most famous story of the White Lady is that of Balete Drive.
I would to see these Filipinos living here to wear such costumes of these mythical characters... I'm planning to wear the kapre costume but Police might grab me and arrest me for indicent exposure...
