basketball and happy childhood memories

Last Sunday morning was spent watching the Lady Maroons play against the Lady Eagles (is that what you call them?). Sadly, the Maroons suffered their first loss in seven games. Oh well.

I didn't make this entry to update you about the status of the lady maroons, although it wouldn't hurt if more people watched them. Hello, the girls are tied in 1st place with Ateneo, as compared to our cellar dweller mens team. haha

Getting back on track.. Being at the Blue Eagle gym brought back so many happy memories. If you know me enough, you should know that once upon a time in my life, my world spun around a basketball. Not only was I a NBA ( let's go penny!) and PBA ( alaska all the way!) fan, I was also a player. After 3pm, I would head out to play ball. Training was from 3-5 every single day. That was my life before, that's what made me happy, driven and complete. The WBL season would last for 2-3 months and those we some of my most precious and happy childhood memories. Games were usually in Alabang or in Ateneo.

Last Sunday, a bunch of happy childhood memories came back to mind. I saw a handful of teammates, Sarah, Mitch and Hannah. I also saw others who we played against, some still playing for different universities. Wow. It got me thinking. What if I continued playing ball during high school? What if I didn't enter quesci (we have a really sucky sports program, one that doesn't exist!) and entered some school which competed in the WBL. Sure, we had a few games as Xientians, during my freshman year, they formed the 1st ever women's team. We only competed in district matches which usually resulted in so many injuries. I have so many what ifs in mind. Like If I played during HS in a different school, would I also be playing in college? Probably.

Basketball was my world a few eons ago. Yes, I loved it at that time. I owe so many happy memories like championships, sportsmanship awards, scary games, stupid free throws, training directly under the sun and never getting my original skin color back and more importantly, gaining confidence and trusting people. My teammates were never perfect, there were a few conflicts especially during my rookies year, not everyone was nice, but I gained good friends from that team. Although I don't communicate with them anymore, they will always be part of my good memories.

I love basketball but there are no regrets about the path I decided to take. I'm just happy that the Ateneo Gym reminded me of my happy childhood. Aside from my fabulous classmates, teammates and coaches were the ones who gave me more reason to wake up early and go to school.

Once upon a time, I used to play basketball every single day. Today, I miss playing. Tara one on one tayo. Tingnan natin kung marunong pa ako maglaro!