The Last One

Here it is. Finally.








With his forefather.




Yes. I am dead now.

Messing With Luck

We only had one round fruit for Media Noche (New Year's eve midnight meal).



Grapes.

Air Slimers

I have not bought any sneakers in a long while (well, I copped a couple, but they are not for me). Earlier, amidst the heavy rains, and even though I could not find my Ghostbusters lunchbox, I went out to pickup the Air Slimers. Hell no, I am not wearing anything the glows in the dark anytime soon. I would wear the baller band, but only to make fun of stuff and other people! It will be sold, the Slimers will be, to fund a "new" hobby.

Popot with the Slimers and the matching lollipop.




Yes, I am a reseller. Premium reseller. Haha.

The Launch

I was into the NBA even before the Jordan era. Like most here in Asia, I followed players and not teams. We got the games via the UHF channel feed from the old Clark Air Base. I tried, and failed, to copy Bird and Magic, and ended up being a fat kid with a respectable 3-point shot, an awkward running baby hook, and funny-looking blind passes. I also wanted to copy Barkley but I cannot, for the life of me, get even just one inch off the ground. So, it was the trash talking that I picked up. Then came this skinny kid from Wilmington. He took flight and left the whole world gawking. No Internet then, so I turned to magazines. I had a bunch of them, all having Mike on the cover. So, every month, in Dau, while my much older brothers were secretly buying "Club" and "High Society" from PX stores, I would be browsing for Jordan magazines.

While waiting for a beer call I went digging through some of the boxes in one of our storage rooms. I knew I still had some of those Jordan magazines. Some, because majority, the better ones, have been given away to a friend who rode the Bulls-Jordan Bandwagon when they were already kicking everybody else's butts. (Yes Chris, that's you!!)

I found some.


A skinny kid in some Italian made shoes.


The same kid being helped up by a "fat" guy in shoes that kiddies today think was inpired by AJIVs. SMH.


The fat guy taking flight.


You can click the images for slightly bigger versions.

Reading Is Fundamental

They have taken over the forum. Dweebs. Turning what used to be a very informative (and fun) place into their own chat room. Now, one has to wade through all the "How are you, pare", "Wow, it's so soft", "Go get one now, buddy", and "Wow, I remember you. Idol mo din si Kobe, the best!" just to find posts about the thread topics. I guess nobody gives a damn about the ROC anymore. Or worse, they do not understand the darn thing. It seems moderators have given up dishing out reminders too. So, lurker mode, here I come.