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Kilala kita. Oo, ikaw 'yun: Nagkasalubong na tayo minsan, sa LRT, sa Gotohan, sa kanto ng Aurora at Katipunan. Nagkatinginan tayo. Hindi mo ako kinausap, pero alam ko, nakilala mo rin ako. Kaya ka narito, di ba? Para sabihing, Oo, oo, ikaw nga 'yun. Naaalala kita.
"...They had two critical stretches during which they were careless with the ball and forced quick shots without entering the ball in the post to Shaquille O'Neal... The second stretch was a six-minute run in the third quarter during which Shaq was on the floor the entire time yet did not receive one touch in the post. The result was a series of turnovers, quick jumpers and rushed possessions with the shot clock running out."
(Ako na ang nag-italics niyan.)
Nakita na natin ito noong Detroit-L.A. finals dati: Pagdating kay Shaq, deny the post, and good things happen. At hindi rin masama na mayroon kang scoring point tulad ni Jason Terry (13-for-18 from the field; 12 points in the fourth quarter-- same as the entire Heat's 4Q output,) lalo na kung ganitong 4-for-14, 0 points in the 4th si Dirk.
One down, three to go.
Bago pala masabing hindi ko binabanggit: watch out for Orlando next season. Quality acquisitions before the trading deadline (Darko Milicic and Carlos Arroyo,) significant cap space (with Steve Francis shipped out and Penny Hardaway on his way to retirement,) a quick, steady point who knows how to score, but more often than not opts to get his teammates involved (with Jameer Nelson in the lineup, who needs Stevie Franchise?) and a 20-year-old monster for a new fulcrum (Dwight Howard.) I'll look for them to be no lower than a seventh seed once the 2007 playoffs start.
Hindi ko kilala si Dorothy. Ikaw, kilala mo? Siya, kilala niya:
To Dorothy Marvin Bell
You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry and a mulberry grow by the house. So close, in the personal quiet of a windy night, it brushes the wall and sweeps the day till we sleep.
A child said it, and it seemed true: "Things that are lost are all equal." But it isn't true. If I lost you, the air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow. Someone would pull the weed, my flower. The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you, I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.