Showing posts with label Purefoods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Purefoods. Show all posts

Friday, August 14, 2015

The dawning of the new Ginebra



Back in the glorious days of the Jaworski era, the common "tao" are seen incensed with fanaticism only explainable with a compelling history of resiliency, of utter disregard to physical limit engulfed by the fighting spirit well-associated to legendary action heroes. The histrionics it presented in a way defined the social perspective of the time—the upper class that held proprieties to the letter are disgusted with them, but the toiling masses had seen in them the reflection of their own struggle. And by glorious, I didn't mean the influx of championship hardwares the way of the people's team, rather, the grit amid the glitz of the glorious run-and-gun Ginebra squad led no less by the Philippine basketball iconoclast Robert Jaworski was what made the Philippine Basketball Association (PBA) the number one pastime in the country on the pre- social media era. 


The Ginebra of old wasn't the winningest out there (and nothing had changed) except perhaps during the reign of Menk-Caguioa-Helterbrand where they put the Gin Kings on the pinnacle of Philippine Basketball for a brief period of time (4 titles in 4 years). The Ginebra in retrospect is a team composed of has beens and unheralded. Some played trying to squeeze every remaining juice they have after their illustrious playing years had pan out. Some played on a borrowed time for the opportunity to rub elbows with the firebrand Jaworski in hope to share the same limelight. They were an outcast from the glamorous and powers-that-be of pro basketball.

 But they were loved. They were expected to lose on a nightly basis but they were expected to fight nonetheless. They weren't short of the passion and flair and the nightly supply of Jaworski antics that none of the current crop of coaches could ever exude—they are the crowd darlings without the actual winning tradition. They are the benchmark of popular idolatry while fielding bench quality of players. Bal David, the gangling playmaker they call The Flash was one of their superstars. A year before he entered the PBA, he was drafted on the third round and was even left unsigned. But David, and like the rest of the unheralded pro ballers, all they ever needed was to don the Ginebra colors and let the infectious Jaworski fighting spirit catapult them to greatness.

Ginebra as a brand is linked to the underdog tag and has totally predefined its magnetic appeal from the masses. In a done to death way, the masses would always love their very own—always on the side of the underdog that is expected to lose—but it's expected to fight nonetheless before they are to eventually succumb. And it worked that way! Fans loved the scriptwriting for the resident heartbreak kid no matter the failed results. Sure, it could tease on occasional instances on championships. But it sure as hell that every crown they'll win goes down on the most memorable championship series PBA will ever collect. The Rudy Distrito off balance  that put the 1-3 disadvantaged Ginebra to the best ever comeback in the history of basketball championship. The Chris King–less Gordon's Gin that won it all led by a red hot Pido Jarencio and grizzly Terry Saldaña were all basketball memories that solidified the faith of the mammoth fanbase of Ginebra that carried over to the next generation of the never-say-die stalwarts. See these former Ginebra players wouldn't even need to crack the PBA's greatest, but what they can always boast that not most members of PBA's greatest could ever be is them belonging to that great Ginebra lore.

The never-say-die mantra was created on the mere act of defiance, of standing up to the insurmountable challenge, and for mustering the limited strength and talent to mount a fighting comeback on a regular basis. It wasn't rocket science—there wasn't any science at all! Some may call it desperation, but isn't character is best defined when faced with great adversity? That memorable Jaworski comeback after getting elbowed in the lip led a furious comeback against Northern Consolidated Cement back in the early 80's couldn't best exemplified it more to say what never-say-die was really all about. 

Through the years, Ginebra has grown accustomed as the premier attraction of the league bar none. Even after Jaworski's departure, Ginebra has grown enough on its own that the name recall will always amount to something 'palaban'. There seemed to be that undying mystique that a player may want to give it all on a regular basis despite the odds they're up against. It is as if that the player that you are amounts to nothing if by playing as a Ginebra, the only thing that mattered to you is never-say-die.

Just as Mark Zuckerberg turned Facebook as the social media platform that changed the mass media, and so did fans's approach and understanding of the game. Fans would now have a venue to vent their frustrations in every losing night. They will have people sharing the same frustrations and they will breed bashers that would compound the said frustration. It has grown into a tiring endeavor to defend the never-say-die when it's already dead when dying is just about to take place. It became hard to be rambunctious, it became hard to show swag when all we've seen was the figurative relegation to the 'kangkungan'. Suddenly, you started to question things—a lot of those that are not even worth questioning just because as the loses keep piling up, the ridicule and bashing seemed only gotten harsher and bolder for each and every season. 

For each fruitless season Ginebra has gone through since winning its last championship way back 2008, the scapegoat for the failures is always the coach—or the coaching staff at large. In theory, the reasoning of the failed campaigns are attributed to the system implemented by the coach at the helm, thus, it is being replaced as soon as it fails. At the very beginning, they had Jong Uichico ang Siot Tangquincen—both are proven champions but found themselves at the mercy of experimentation of the management. There was a time when they were designated as co-coaches of Ginebra, which accounted to the confusing dynamics of team leadership because while they are protégés of the same brilliant tactician in Ron Jacobs, they are seen with differing styles and approaches to the game. It was just a matter of time before things had fallen apart and the inevitable departure of Uichico and Tangquincen set the tone for the 'rigodon' of succeeding coaches that more seemed viewed to be coach OJT-ers. Ginebra became the haven (or graveyard) of aspiring coaches for a hit or miss gig. They were expected to lay the team's philosophy and then get undercut for another one to be installed.

Entering the PBA's 41st season, the San Miguel Corporation teams are given expectations based on a general consensus of their past season's performance. San Miguel Beer, the conglomerate's flagship franchise is being challenged to have their second grand slam in their fabled history after winning two titles in the just-concluded season. Purefoods Star Hotshots is a team that is expected to rebound after coming up short after winning a grand slam of their own two seasons ago. And Ginebra? Well they just did the unexpected.

Citing the fans's clamor for a turnaround, Ramon Ang ordered the transfer of Tim Cone to Ginebra in hope to bring Cone's unscathed winning ways to the Gin Kings. The man responsible to many of the Ginebra heart breaks. The dominant winner that made the crowd darlings always the underdog challenger. The forever foil to every success road map of Ginebra is set to become the head in its helm.  

Earl Timothy Cone, an American that grew up in the Philippine soil was a basketball fanatic of its truest of sense. He is a self-proclaimed Jaworski fanatic growing up. And when he was old enough, he became a self–taught bench tactician of the highest order. He was one diligent student of the game. But unlike his idol Jaworski, Cone relied on the burgeoning scientific approach to game during his formative years as a coach that's being drumbeat all throughout the sporting world. His twitter account description reads: Tex Winter protégé, True Triangle guy. The success of the Chicago Bulls in the 90's and the LA Lakers in the new millennium only emboldened Cone to make the triangle offense as the anti–thesis for all the fun and excitement the run-and-gun and most of the offenses that relied on on-court smarts. For him, passion and resiliency isn't enough. For him, being a great motivator can help you start things but never to finish it off. For him, high basketball IQ won't translate to wins. For him, there's always a systematic way in assembling a winning offensive and dismantling an opponent's defense. 

Yet Cone understood that his genius is under appreciated. No matter how he piles up on the championship trophies being the winningest coach in the PBA, he understood that winning more won't be the zenith to reach for his illustrious career. It's understandable that the transfer to Ginebra has brought him a different level of achievement. A satisfaction to be for once, he gets the cheer of the crowd instead of the jeer. The victories and critical acclaim all but enshrined him to the levels only enjoyed by few because the backing of the masses eluded him. He will win, and this time around, it won't be against popular acclaim. And this is his one great chance to rewrite the legacy of his career that despite of the accolades, it felt to be in need of more things. In the NBA, you will see great players transfer to competitive teams even if it meant lesser contract value or playing time just to get a shot at an elusive championship. In Cone's case, what's elusive on him was the backing of the majority, the support of a barangay that gratified to no end a lot of accomplished coaches–even if none of them has the amount of titles Cone has ever won all throughout. Cone understood all of these, that's why even if he's done a great deal of success with the second most popular team in Purefoods, the greatest coaching stint will always be the chance to lead Ginebra. 

But how he will turn things around to this moribund, insufferable Ginebra?

He will. 

He will and change will be conspicuous it will reshape the entire Ginebra brand. He will put winning as a staple requirement not just as a lip service. He will make the aggression a 'controlled aggression' ones. He will make you listen to just one voice, not like the customary multiple voices a player hears in a usual Ginebra timeout as if suffering from hallucination. He will reformat the overly loaded and crowded coaching dynamics that did more harm than good.

He will, but not overnight.

Because the entire Ginebra organization is a huge mess that it'll probably need a dozen of Tim Cones to get it stabilized. Ginebra were winners in the Jaworski era even if it looked like a bunch of players on the minimum wages. The Ginebra of today is a collection of stars that doesn't align on a constellation. With an ensemble of coaching staff that butt heads more often, they change systems more frequent than Kim Kardashian change sex partners. 

Will Ginebra utter never-say-die yet again?

Well the question really is, is Ginebra going to be a never-say-die team again? With Cone at the helm, it's hard to imagine a team under his watch become a restless, disorganized crew that would allow a situation for them to run wild and scamper. The Ginebra era will unfold on our very eyes–rebirth with an entirely different identity. A complete transformation will allow us to ponder if the Ginebra fans are ready to move on and shed off the underdog tag. Ginebra isn't exactly your league's whipping boy, but opponents like Rain or Shine coach Yeng Guiao couldn't put it more succinctly by saying, "They (Ginebra) will become scary again." And that's how he and together  with the rest of the league have perceived the crowd darlings. 

What affronts Ginebra now is the change for the better. They will shed off the old ways which could leave a lot of fans with bitter after taste. But they will win. And when you win, you'll soon forget how the change was hard to process at the beginning.  They will win and soon enough the throng of fans that seemed disillusioned for the past seasons will assume that Ginebra pride once again—then as a fighter, now as a winner. Like a hermit in hiatus, they will come out once again to fill the rafters of the coliseum that they temporarily abandoned in sending this message to the Ginebra management. Soon enough, it will put a new dimension to the derision of being a 'Kangkong' as something remolded into a fine dish that is ought to be. This past PBA season proved that where Ginebra becomes irrelevant, the league suffers. A dip in attendance and TV ratings only goes to show that Ginebra owes it to all of Filipino basketball fans to become significant again. Cone understood all of these, and to understand all of these takes such cerebral skills to take this challenge and knowingly recognize that to complete his evolution as a coach. As for Ginebra, this transformation is long overdue and if it's wary of the fans reacting to the change, it must figure a way first to accept it within because their resolve, adaptability and reception will usher the new Ginebra to unlimited possibilities with a winner like Cone leading and shaping it. 

Never-say-die will now be never-shall-die

FFUgay

(image copied from google)

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Manila Clasico: The Tale of 2 Sisters


Manila Clasico: Ginebra vs. San Mig Coffee
On the afternoon of November 17, 2013, brace yourself already and ensure your smartphones and laptops are fully-charged for #ManilaClasico!

If the main game of the new season is any indication, PBA (Philippine Basketball Association) is hell-bent on duplicating, if not surpass the success of the previous year. The record-breaking 38th season of PBA indeed set a standard so gin-ormous that it has been a transcending year that put PBA back to relevance. Surely, we owe it to the most recent success of our national team on international competitions as the driving force that interest on basketball is once again at its peak. People started believing that we can compete with the best of them, Philippines has put itself anew on the map of the world basketball with the silver-medal finish at FIBA-Asia and the momentum never stopped from that point since. PBA, being the country’s premier basketball league would do everything—anything that could keep these basketball nuts on their toes. And what better way to do it than to pit two of the most popular team in the local hoops in a cavalcade of personalities and histories toward each other on special grudge match known to us PBA fans as the Manila Clasico.


Before I cruise through the story, I would like for you, readers to read on the words below and their antonyms:

Anejo—Purefoods
Tondeña 65—Coney Islands
Ginebra San Miguel—Purefoods TJ Hotdogs
Gordon’s Gin Boars—Purefoods Corned Beef Coboys
Brgy. Ginebra Kings— San Mig Coffee Mixers.

The Living Legend— El Presidente
Jaworski—Patrimonio
Ampalayo—Codiñera
Rugged Crew—Glamour Boys
The Fast and the Furious— Kid Lightning and Boy Thunder
Mark Caguioa—James Yap
Slaughter—Sangalang
Masa— Sosyal
Downer (Gin)—Upper (Coffee)


The infinite list of comparisons between two of the most fabled franchise in the PBA is what makes the game between Ginebra San Miguel and San Mig Coffee the ultimate main event of the league. The hype and the fireworks. The side stories that overplay on the loop to feed the hunger of the ravenous fans who is ready to explode in anticipation. The sheer size and magnitude of the battle between these two can only be compared to those of the most notable rivalries such as Ali-Frazier, Hagler-Hearns, Tyson and the ear of whoever opponent, and until recently, despite no real fight has been made yet—Pacquiao-Mayweather. This is the kind of game that may require to combine both Smart-Araneta Coliseum and the MOA Arena and yet that may not be enough. Two of the biggest draws the league has ever seen which dates back to the late 80’s led by the franchises’ godfathers, bitter rival themselves—Robert Jaworski Sr.and Ramon Fernandez. The former headed a collection of blue-collar daredevils; the latter led spunky boys-next-door. The thugs barreled: the debonairs slashed. Manila Clasico is also a battle of stereotypes; Ginebra is thug because they play so physical; Purefoods is lame because they are good-looking. The contemporary Yin and Yang; the local hoops Alpha and Omega. And while the rest of the playing field could claim their own heated enmity against these two, truly no one could come close to the fireworks and buildup these two protagonists create every time they clash.

The Mark Caguioa vs. James Yap conundrum as who is the best PBA player in the current era highlights the fight for pride of this Manila Clasico rivalry.  While the faces of both teams nowadays can be too chummy to one another on the backstage, their games whenever they meet however have been proven to be a different case. From dagger 3’s to twisting lay ups, Mark Caguioa and James Yap may have never developed such acrimonious relationship towards each other unlike Jaworski and Fernandez did but one does not need to be a fan of either of the two to realize the need to contend against each other. From team success to individual feats to fan base and being the face of the league, each fervent debate amongst their fans are taken on both radical and personal levels. Who cares about not taking argumentations to high road? Each haul for awards between Caguioa and Yap is witnessed with vigilant stride. No way that each camp will let themselves to be bested. One podcast ranked the top 50 best players of the most recent memory and it had Mark Caguioa and James Yap tied for the same rank. It was hard to weigh, even for sports pundits to kill the tiebreaker.


The rabid fans of the opposing teams are not to be outdone too! The historical hatred of their supporters is a must see, you can make a case that what makes this rivalry endured and continued to live is the passion the fans carry with them at the game venue. They are as much involved with men battling it out inside the court through the heated tit-for-tat booing and jeering in the crowd. These firebrands exude that kind of passion if only to fuel the team they root for or simply just the idea of never wanting to lose against the enemy.

Rivalry is nothing without the history of animosity; hence, each and every edition of Manila Clasico is not without its own brand of tensed encounters. We’ve heard how the Jaworski-Jojo Lastimosa hate-hate relationship and it all started here. Even when Jolas moved to Alaska, both legends didn’t see eye to eye. From altercations to suspensions meted out through the years, the imbibed hatred to each other hasn’t spurned the consciousness of a fan. Whether it is good or not, the phenomenon of it is apparent that it’s almost as certain that a Ginebra fan is likely a San Mig Coffee hater or vice-versa. The same observation can not be more than evident in the case of Caguioa and Yap. The greater, the bigger both superstars become, the easier they become a convenient target of the opposing fans.

The evolution of each team came to an interesting turn when San Miguel Corporation bought the Purefoods franchise from the the Zobel de Ayalas. On a move nothing less of teleserye twist that is, what stunned the fierce rivals that for all the hostilities and dislikes between them and for all the frictions and clashes that parted their seas, they would soon find out that they are an actual siblings. “From greatest rivals to sister teams!” What a way to fuck up their lives? The fear it allayed was it might lose the sting or the lust of every Manila Clasico series just because both franchises are funded under one conglomerate. Well, several years after, we are still witness to this match-up like the skirmish of the ages is just about to be unleashed—Walang nagbago, sa Klasiko patay pa rin kung patay!

So here goes another round of Manila Clasico brimming right at the opening season of the PBA. As it opens in the aftermath of gargantuan calamities and myriad of corruption controversies, this much-anticipated game could for a moment offer a consoling diversion to people in gathering themselves together. Ginebra and San Mig Coffee fighting for dear life on their very first game of the season is their tribute to those who have lost so much. This is a no-brainer yet for so long now, we haven’t been able to figure out that this is supposedly the right way to start a season. Both teams are set to parade the top two rookies of this year’s draft class in Greg Slaughter of Ginebra and Ian Sangalang of San Mig Coffee—in insurance policy that the legendary Manila Clasico will carry on until the next generation of basketball fans.