Counting The Ways

- The UAAP Basketball Tournament -

How [Why] Do I Love Thee ??

Let Me Count The Ways . . .
[randomly arranged]

Muriel Orais and the other lookers on court,
 and in the galleries - every single game

 The ever so sweet euphoria of victory.

Chris Javier's Game-Clincjing Buzzer Beater vs UP . . .

 . . . and the moments after.

 RR Garcia's last-micro-second lay-up vs NU.
[my bad !! - out of focus photo] 

 . . . and the FEU frenzy that followed.

 Chris Javier's 2nd Consecutive Game-Clinching Buzzer Beater,
this time vs Ateneo . . .

. . . and the rebel yells after.

The tension in the huddles.

The suspense in the end games.

Broken plays - I fucking LOVE them !!!

 The burden of being responsible for a loss.

 The mad scramble for loose balls.

The fear and risk of having career ending injuries.

The unshed tears.

The battered egos . . .

 The haunting shadows of doubt.

 The thoughts of "shudda, wudda, cudda" etched on the athletes faces.


and also . . .

 The unabashed humor in the press briefs.

 The few cheesy moments.

The Pride in doing your best and being rewarded in kind.

The Alone-ness brought about by circumstance.

The uneasiness during the dying minutes of a game.

The ever so fleeting Artsy Fartsy moments.

The Fire in the Eyes of a Terrence Romeo.
Dig the 'do !

The Spunk and Poise of a Kiefer Ravena.
Love the Tomahawk !!

 The Challenge to excel.

The endless energy of the ever so faithful FANS.

Those hard to catch Private Moments after a match.

 The Unquenchable Thirst that Fuels the boys to go the Extra Mile.

The Small Unnoticed Wounds.

The Humanity and of it all.

- - - I will occasionally add images to this post anytime I deem fit - - -

Thing is, I'll never run out of reasons - - and images.

It's just a matter of which one I select - the captions - - -

the words will just come to mind [no problemo].

brosi gonzales