Thursday, October 05, 2006 Sayson: I got a phone call form Eva Longoria By Homer Sayson Secondovertime
CHICAGO - I saw them together at the Palace of Auburn Hills, in Game 5 of the 2004 NBA Finals in Detroit. They were locked in each other's arms, laughing, and so madly in love. I watched them like a jilted lover.
Sadly though, Tony Parker and Eva Longoria are no longer an item. Their loving melody has just been unchained, ripped apart by "distance and demanding careers," reported the Chicago Sun-Times.
The consolation is that unlike my first marriage, which crashed like a demolition derby, Tony and Eva's break-up was "amicable." Still, separation always hurts. Especially theirs, a unique relationship that merged sports celebrity and Hollywood stardom.
Just a few weeks ago, Tony and Eva were photographed vacationing in some distant island paradise. She was awfully sexy in a yellow bikini, looking wet and temptingly wild. They were so happy, so alive.
Who would have a thought that their lovefest would turn as dead as Albert Einstein? Life really is a mystery.
Tony must be crestfallen, I imagine. But I don't expect to find him strapped in a gurney at some psych ward refusing to talk. The 6-foot-2, 180-pound guard will be just fine. Look, he still plays for the Spurs, a championship team that has Tim Duncan in the middle and a super-hyper Manu Ginobili in the wings.
Tony, 24, may not be the best point guard in the NBA, but he's darn good. He is an assist machine, who moves faster than a DHL express mail. And his paycheck, roughly $8.5 million a year, is fatter than an elephant.
As for the Desperate Houswives star, her cheeks will be stained with dried tears for a few days, but 31-year Eva Jacqueline will be okay.
And why not? She still a sex symbol, blessed with killer looks and dangerous charm. She has more money than Cuba, and her hips are as narrow as a bigot's mind. A model for L'Oreal, she'll always be the glam in glamour.
"You finally have a shot at Eva now," my wife teased me last night.
I desperately wanted to believe what Ermee said, but she was giggling, her sarcasm thick as Mike Tyson's arms.
I did get a call from Eva Longoria early this morning. She sounded sad and was in dire need of a shoulder to cry on. I suggested we meet her for lunch, devour Italian food, sip some good wine, before retreating inside the four-walled privacy of a five-star hotel.
But just when we were about to agree on which restaurant to meet, my alarm clock wailed violently, and then Ermee gave a gentle pat saying: "Rise and shine, time to go work, honey." You see, I can't have Eva. Even in my dreams.
POSTSCRIPT. My credential request to cover the world heavyweight championship fight between Russian Nikolai Valuev and Monte Barrett was recently approved by Don King Promotions. Ed Keenan of DKP relayed to me the good news through the Sun.Star Cebu sports desk.
Although this Saturday's fight at the All-State Arena isn't exactly Tyson-Lewis, it still is an exciting event that I look forward to covering. And while PacMan and the pugs from the lower weights have lorded over boxing, the brutality of giants mauling each other remains most appealing.
This guy Valuev is 7-foot-2 and 365 pounds. Can you imagine the sight of such animal throwing two fists in a rage of legalized violence?
