(photo: Nike.Basketball)
While
doing choreography, I would rant on the technical aspects of the dance:
Promenade must be executed well! Point your toes while on a kick! Find your
center! Perfection on the pas de deux…
But,
basketball?
There
are times when I could feel the tension of the TV viewers on the NBA games and
would sometimes hear some curses after one lost a bet. I don’t question their
passion for I understand being passionate into something. I often talk about
the very good cinematography of Nine Inch Nails’ “A Perfect Drug” music video
and would see blank expressions from my companions. I could go on and on
describing the work of Mia Michaels and Travis Wall and will be brushed off by
my friends. That’s why I understand myself when I ward them off as well when
they talk about how the Spurs’ victory affects them.
I
was then pushed to the world of basketball when our brother got hooked with it.
I thought it was just another “phase” since he was into dancing, tennis,
badminton and even strumming the guitar (which incidentally brought me to
Cebu’s Carbon Market and scourged the good guitars from the Queen City of the
South)… I would be irked when he misses tasks in favor of shooting baskets.
He
then insisted on buying basketball shoes so not to injure his feet. First, I
ignored the request since I thought that any rubber shoes would be OK. It was
when I insisted on the use of the proper ballroom shoes to a pair of dancers
when I realized the point of buying the right shoes for him.
Lately,
I went to Cebu again for a friend’s wedding and got the time of my life as my
sister and I went to a shoe store and the two of us were amazed on the
kaleidoscopic colors of these basketball gear. She shrieked in horror as I
tried fitting on a pair with comic strips printed on the pair in neon colors!
I
also realized that signature shoes like that of Lebron and Durant have their
own colors that allowed us to see a different side of fashion and function. I
was fixated on that green ensemble from Lebron but then again my sister raised
hell not to consider the color since our brother is into earth tones. How the
hell would he manage to sport a look with shoes similar to a “katsila”
(bettle)?
In
the end I bought a KD for myself and a Lebron for the sibling. When the bill
came, we thought we were on dreamland. We could’ve bought a ticket for
Singapore for such amount. But then, what matters most is the affection we
nurtured with each other.
Life
is short. Just do it!
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