My 15 minutes of fail with Professional Basketball players.

So i have no idea how to write this blog because im still in awe. like shock. like...lets just say i need to get straight to the point.

After meeting two really good basketball players at club 650, i found out that yes...they were professional basketball players here in the philippines. One from switzerland and the other from germany. Not only were these guys tall, strong, and fast, but they were also pretty nice guys.

Totally shot my "perspective" on how basketball players are around here, just because i havent met many i just thought maybe they dont they arent nice? (i dont know really)

Anyways, two days later (today) i see them again, and we decided to play some one on one on one... (let me remind you, i jut got done working out, so im a little tired.... no excuses though, just reminding ;)

So theyre doing there warm ups, getting ready, and im on the side dribbling and acting like i know what im doing.

whats going through my mind? well a few things, the 3 months of sweat and hard work that i put into my game, and all the hours i spent on that very court. Yes, i was reminiscing. so what :)

so theyre almost done, and i felt like my knees were going to buckle. i felt like i was about to go on a first date and i forgot to brush my teeth, i was that nervous. So they say were about to start...now to them, this is nothing but a simple "for fun game" and they are out there just to get back in shape, but to me...this was game 7 of the nba championships, this was game 7 of the world series, this was the hot dog eating contest of all hot dog eating contests....i was ready to prove to the world (a couple janitors) what i was made of.

let me remind you that that last sentence was a little exagerrated.

First to seven, rotate defense, if you score shoot again..

HECK YEAH, ive played this all my life...i got this.

oh boy was i wrong, reality hit me hard. not only were they barely trying and i was trying my hardest, but i couldnt even score a single basket. First game goes to mr swiss (7 points), mr german had id say 5 or 6 and ill call my self cali dude, i had a whopping...zero. but HEY, i heard "good defense" aat LEAST 5-6 times, i was shuffling my feet like bruce bowen on hot coal.\\

Game 2.

I started to feel it a little better,getting a feel for the game again..

let me remind you AGAIN... for 3 months, all my training...was alone or with my dad, so the actual GAME of basketball....i havent played in a LONG TIME.

i lost game 2, i had 0 points, and germany wins.

Game 3.

I was getting angered...but i just smiled it off...acting like im about to surprise them with my REAL skills.... nah. i got dunked on.

germany 4 swiss 7 me....0

fast forward to a couple more wins for swiss

game 6...

I walked to the bench, and not only was i a little mad, but i was embarassed, and disappointed in myself.... I wasnt able to do what i wanted to do. i switched shirts (thinking this will help) .

germany started draining DEEP 3 pointers, 3 straight to be exact. and i was like...man. i can do that (practice)

oh YES did it help. i faked right, went left, step back jumper,..... SAWISHHHH.

i felt like i just got married. (assuming thats a good feeling. now that i think about it....)

i felt like i just won the lottery, yeah thats better. It was amazing.

i got to take the ball out again, not only was i confused, but i was like "HECK YEAH, i get the ball again?!" so while they are playing "laid back defense" i step up and drain a DEEP 3...like very deep (did not want to make a metaphor) . i had 3 points , germany had 6, swiss had 0.

and another deep 3! .... i was feeling itttttttt. and hear them say "yo whats going on here"

then i fake the shot, drive left, and drive and a layup... 6 points for me.... now i only need one more.

i lost. germany won. f word. FAIL.

game 7.

no more long story. i WON!. freaking miracle. yes a miracle, because even i dont know how it happened. it was all a blur. but yes i won. because i saw them looking at me, with the same confused face that i had. this felt not as amazing as my first shot, this felt more like.... more like a better =]

game8

i blocked swiss... and i told him "im going to go home and tell my mom i blocked a pba player"

All in all, swiss won with winning 5 games, germany had 3 games, and i won one.

Moral of the story, no matter how good i think im getting or how fast im getting.... there is always someone better, faster, stronger, and better looking. so i have to go out EVERY day and give it my 109 percent. not 110...thats too much.

end Blog, Take care and God Bless.