CLEAN SLATE: I can still remember the Boy, happy birthday my friend

For some reasons I really can’t understand, I felt some sadness when the month of September started.

Isn’t it that when the ‘ber months are around, we are supposed to start celebrating? Oh yes, some have started playing the Christmas songs. Yes, that’s Filipino tradition.
But not for me.

Things have changed since the death of a gentleman I know.

I miss the sound of his voice. I miss his jokes. I miss the times when we travel together. I remember his admonitions. Oh Boy, the hours of conversations over fried maruya.

1998 was the year that I first met him after being appointed as deputy regional director of the then Basketball Association of the Philippines-XI. One night at the old Kusina Dabaw, photographers, sportswriters and other BAP-XI officials were there to break bread with the newly-appointed deputy chief of the amateur basketball body in Southern Mindanao.
He announced a line-up of activities like leagues, referee’s courses and the promotion of the sport to the youth.

Since that year until his untimely death last year, basketball development in the region has seen tremendous improvements. With strong partnerships with the Duterte Basketball League (DBL), Gaisano Cup, Inter-Church Basketball League (ICBL) and other organizations, amateur basketball development was at its very height of improvement.

Of course, there are problems along the way, stressful at times, to the point we talked about his plan to give up the position as Regional Director of the Samahang Basketball ng Pilipinas-XI. His blood pressure shoots up when the assholes in the basketball community are on the loose.

Yet the gentleman has kept his word. To be of service and to serve in the best of his ability and rescue the sport from the shenanigans. And yes, he did it.
Had he lived today, we could have probably been plucking out sports shenanigans in the national level. It would be fun and stressful but would it be worth it? If it can be done in Southern Mindanao, it could be done in the national front.

But first, he would say “Binigyan ko ng konsensiya pare, hindi tinanggap”. And so the plucking out started.
Oh how I wish, he still very much around.

Anyway, happy birthday boss Boy, Regino Ang Cua, up in heaven.

I just miss you after reading what the sports assholes have been doing to sports development in this country.

Katilaw unta mog storya niya, hahaha, hangtod ma konsensiya gyud mo.

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