So we finally win one against China. I watched it last night, and I’m sure that I, along with tens of thousands of my basketball loving kin are ecstatic with joy over this wonderful development, and no doubt there is ‘much love in the room’, so to speak. China is an established powerhouse, and even their team B is a force to reckon with. That, and aside from the fact that it was a make or break game for us is reason enough to enjoy this win.
Yet I can’t help being the proverbial kill – joy when I read the different accounts of this spectacular win. In particular, the esteemed Ronnie Nathanielsz’ ‘RP basketball’s quest for respect and redemption‘ at the Manila Standard, and Coach Chot Reyes quote of ‘It’s a matter of honor and respect for the Philippines..‘ in Nelson Beltran’s article in the Philippine Star.
For some odd reason, I cannot seem to align the idea that winning basketball games in the region or even gaining an Olympic slot has anything to do with my being a Filipino, or the least of which, my pride in being one.
In fact, I will venture to say one thing that has been burning in my mind for so many years, everytime I hear the words ‘redemption’, ‘respect’, ‘basketball’ and ‘Filipino’. And it is that it has never occurred to me that we need to gain respect. This is purely because, to me at least, I never lost it.