Wicked. Design totally wicked. Had to put this here.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Edge
What makes the world go round? The Philippine Azkals.
In the situation last night where the world ought to have stopped turning because of a coverage blackout in Myanmar, Azkals fans all over the world (oh yes!) found a crack on the wall and tore it wide open. Blogsites and fan pages all throughout the internet rose to the occasion and provided relief to fans and followers. For me and my homeheads and some booze and homemade sisig, a couple of blogsites were places of enchantment. A ray of the glorious sunshine that, for all intents and purposes, kept the world sane. It nearly became insane, mind you. We wrote down in a notepad our reasons in bullet sentences why we should hate Myanmar. We stopped at reason #666, it said: "greedy and repressive country that ought to be nuked for not allowing live telecast". This will have to do from the game last night on up to the succeeding games against Palestine and Bangladesh. Myanmar big dogs say, "no allow telibision, no allow intilnet, no allow live show, this is goldeng lul in Myanmal, oke?" As a Filipino Azkal I say it hurts when it hurts when it hurts. But it is what it is, says a poster in one of the blogs, of being "Myanmar'd" (to mean coverage blackout, I suppose).
At least now we know there is actually a place or country called "Myanmar". Hardly noticed it before these games. Heard it used to be Burma, but same thing, sounds just as awful as well. It's all good. Remember, you drew firstblood, k? The world will keep on turning because we have ways to get it to turn. We almost beat you in your own house! Scared the living bejesuses out of you all, huh? Filipinos will adapt and overcome. WE are The Azkals!
Rawlings in one of his one liners said: "I had done battle with great fear, and the victory was mine". Okay, slightly off but, you know, catch the drift. So here's to Burnmyar national football peeps, a lot of us here are mostly looking forward to ya'al coming over for a match with our Azkals one day. It won't be just eggs and tomatoes, you'll see. Lintik lang ang.....
It is what it is.
In the situation last night where the world ought to have stopped turning because of a coverage blackout in Myanmar, Azkals fans all over the world (oh yes!) found a crack on the wall and tore it wide open. Blogsites and fan pages all throughout the internet rose to the occasion and provided relief to fans and followers. For me and my homeheads and some booze and homemade sisig, a couple of blogsites were places of enchantment. A ray of the glorious sunshine that, for all intents and purposes, kept the world sane. It nearly became insane, mind you. We wrote down in a notepad our reasons in bullet sentences why we should hate Myanmar. We stopped at reason #666, it said: "greedy and repressive country that ought to be nuked for not allowing live telecast". This will have to do from the game last night on up to the succeeding games against Palestine and Bangladesh. Myanmar big dogs say, "no allow telibision, no allow intilnet, no allow live show, this is goldeng lul in Myanmal, oke?" As a Filipino Azkal I say it hurts when it hurts when it hurts. But it is what it is, says a poster in one of the blogs, of being "Myanmar'd" (to mean coverage blackout, I suppose).
At least now we know there is actually a place or country called "Myanmar". Hardly noticed it before these games. Heard it used to be Burma, but same thing, sounds just as awful as well. It's all good. Remember, you drew firstblood, k? The world will keep on turning because we have ways to get it to turn. We almost beat you in your own house! Scared the living bejesuses out of you all, huh? Filipinos will adapt and overcome. WE are The Azkals!
Rawlings in one of his one liners said: "I had done battle with great fear, and the victory was mine". Okay, slightly off but, you know, catch the drift. So here's to Burnmyar national football peeps, a lot of us here are mostly looking forward to ya'al coming over for a match with our Azkals one day. It won't be just eggs and tomatoes, you'll see. Lintik lang ang.....
It is what it is.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Kuyks!
What was it, 1982? He thought Philippine football would one day become the most popular sport in the islands. Is it now? You done well, kuya. Not the most popular sport, although as maybe yet...The sport that shall make a difference in Filipinos' lives. If you were here today you'll see. If only you were here just now, out there in that rocky, uneven, and treacherous mudlot of a football field near the church, in your grosby or robertsons "spike" shoes, green boys scout socks, make-do plastic "mobile" shin guards and red adidas shorts...ha-ha-ha...Kuya! Hah, trying to imitate Paolo Rossi, or Diego Maradona, a dozen gazilion times. Pele!
The mud lot isn't there no more, it's houses and stuff now, God the place is too crowded it's hard to breath. But Last December, something happened. Philippine football is not the same. Something's changed. And whenever I pass by the church these days, I see the mudlot football field once again. I mean, it's not really there, you know, I just see you and your buddies there kicking around, doing your thing. It's amazing.
I remember how you and your friends would argue about things football, stuff about who and what country was better. You would also --over empty bottles of tanduay -- rave and rant about your school's inability to help you guys out in your athletic programs. Then there's bitching about how Philippine football seems aimless and mismanaged, etc. But you had been the one guy to hold your ground against everybody else's hopelessness in the future of footballing in our country. You always said that there is nowhere else to go but up. Is that why you went and studied at UP?
Funny, I sort of believed you then. I'm not shitting you. Not your UP school but on your logic of the "up" thingy. This blog is a form of support, first for you and your friends and everyone else at that time who shared your passion, and second, because I so gawddamn get it, the Azkalhood. I tell you what, you'd be so proud of them, kuyks.
And it's just a matter of time when each and every fellow Filipino will breath, eat, and live football.
It's begun, kuyks. It's here.
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