Mortality and Other Lessons from Sports by Prospero Pulma Jr.

Mortality and Other Lessons from Sports

Yesterday’s champions are today’s whipping boys or worse…doormats. That is one additional lesson that can be picked from sports and be added to the usual lessons on teamwork, sportsmanship, professionalism, etc. The current NBA Playoffs is one good classroom where the value of mortality even among sports supermen can be picked up.
In the early half of the decade, the Pistons and Spurs were feared clubs. Woe to the team that faced them early in the playoffs for they would surely be taken to school, the school of no-nonsense basketball defense that is. Back then, it was much accepted that they were some of the biggest humps that an ambitious team had to hurdle, the Mr. Everests of the world’s basketball premier league. And where are they now? The Cavaliers routed the Motown boys in four games while it took the Mavs, another fading team, five games to kick the Spurs out of the playoffs.
On examination of the rosters of Detroit and San Antonio, one thing is evident: it is populated by old warhorses like Duncan, Parker, Wallace, and Hamilton. Billups, one of the anchors of the Piston franchise that won Detroit its third title and an old man by NBA standards, was spared from spending the last years of his career in an aging team by his timely shipment to the much younger and more dynamic Denver Nuggets. Sure, they are veterans that could still a kick a cocky young player’s ass but against well-oiled machines like the Cavs, they huff and they puff and still could not blow the opposition away. Even the Boston Celtics, itself staffed by geriatric cagers, had to endure a drawn-out hardcourt brawl with the rising Chicago Bulls before winning their series and advancing only to face another young club, the Orlando Magic.
Aside from the dropping statistics and more frequent injuries, the NBA’s aging champions have to swallow the bitter truth that their feared day when another team would easily sweep them away has arrived. But looking back at their careers, maybe they will not be so saddened by their current state because when they were young and strong, they too beat their fading sports heroes. Perhaps, they could share this with the youth who worship them.


- Prospero Pulma Jr. -

The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend

For beating the Detroit Pistons, I hope that the Miami Heat will be crushed by the Dallas Mavericks in the NBA Finals. I wonder if my ex-officemates, let's just call them Oliver and Dick to protect their privacy, share the same loathing for the teams that sent their favorite clubs packing.
Oliver is the most luckless among us. He is a diehard fan of the New Jersey Nets and San Antonio Spurs who were sent packing early in the competition; Dick was more fortunate because the Phoenix Suns got booted only in the Western Conference Finals. So, if their minds run parallel to mine, I bet that Oliver is torn between laughing at the two consecutive losses of the Miami Heat (the team that sent the Nets home after winning a token victory) or wishing that Wade and Shaq will make Dirk and his crew pay dearly for eliminating the San Antonio Spurs. As for Dick, he is probably crossing all his fingers for Miami to win.
It's true that you, sometimes, you treat people who make your life miserable as your hero and friend even though you will never meet.
As for misery loving company, Chauncey Billups and the other Pistons will be joined by Tim Duncan, Manu Ginobili (Tony Parker is on vacation with Eva Longuria!), and the other ill-fated superstars a Loser's Convention. There, they will sulk, pig-out thanks to depression, and cheer for the team that is avenging them. But I don't think that avenging another team's loss is the primary motive of the title contenders for playing it rough, tough -alright- dirty.

-by Prospero E. Pulma Jr.