MUSICIANS are not exactly the sporty type as far as stereotypes go. And just like genres, trends do come and go in cycles. For my part, I was fortunate enough to organize a ragtag bunch of musicians to play some basketball in a neighborhood league a few years ago. Needless to say it didn’t last very long, as alumni teams with far better players beat us on a weekly basis. Even David had to beat Goliath on his first try. For us then, we managed a tie game at the end of regulation.
That said, the guys of Wonggoys are back with the basketball bug and it’s the best thing ever. For one thing, remember those talented alumni I just mentioned? Well, the Wonggoys are cut from the same cloth—skilled and sharp on the hardcourt. With players like that, we don’t have to worry about loose rebounds—therefore, giving us seconds of rest to spare. Bethany, on the other hand, cerebral in approach as usual, has semi-injured but relatively efficient guys (that includes me) and a combo guard who can run plays or drill the open jumper.
Now that we have the “brother bands” out of the way, let’s proceed.
We got Intertwined, who’s like our own version of Kyrie Irving, flashy and can finish from three on the break. Kubra Commander, on the other hand, is a shooting guard who can create his own shot anywhere on the floor. Vispop is also very well represented, led by a Durantula-like creature.
We’re looking at Three Legged Men, Dymphna, Impune, Guerilla Kings, Drive Me to Juliet and more bands to complete the court action this week—that is if the city traffic doesn’t get the best of our 7 p.m. schedule.
In the realm of team sports, basketball gets some flak for evolving into an event which fuels the ego more than any other sport. But this was probably in the ‘90s when isolation plays were glorified. Today, NBA teams like the Spurs and Warriors are making the art of passing the ball to an open man the norm. Of course, there’s bound to be some level of competition or even tension at some point. It’s a sport. People win and people lose. But at the end of the day, it’s just a brotherhood of artists trying to break a sweat in the midst of a few highlights and a handful of bloopers while playing ball.
No worries. No drama. No politics.