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(Photo taken from wikipedia.com)

Saturday's pick-up game was one for the books.

You see, I've played in quite a number of games where we were literally demolished by the opposing teams, but this one tops them all. Better yet, this one TRUMPS them all.

Welcome to Philippine Army Basketball.

One Saturday morning, we found ourselves looking for opponents at a gym in Fort Bonifacio. Because of the low turnout of players, we were basically aching to challenge every single biped with a hint of testosterone who passed our way.

And after more than an hour of waiting, we finally found some "worthy opponents." Actually, we found more than just opponents--we got ass-kicking and humiliation to the 97th power as well.

Just imagine a bunch of long, athletic, pseudo-6-footers, with biceps five times our legs, and endurance of a horse--or maybe six horses--running at you. Yes, it's those guys who do pull-ups in their sleep, jog to Baguio for warm-ups, and eat combat lessons for breakfast, going up against a group of, well, guys who can barely go up a flight of stairs without swearing to high heavens.

And the worse thing (as if that ain't bad at all), is that this basketball team from the Army got skills. Plenty of them actually. One of the privates went like 24-for-25 from the outside. One showed one-on-one moves that could easily put to shame a lot of pro ballers. Another one was running fastbreaks as if he's chasing the MILF. While the rest, were either happy being on the receiving end of alley-oops, attempting dunks, or swatting shots that came within a two-meter radius.

Those guys weren't even playing serious ball out there. It was so bad we could have cut the arms and legs of two of them and they would have still murdered us by a huge margin. (I don't think I need to elaborate any further now, I'm sure you get the picture).

Simply put, it was a massacre --a demolition job like no other. It was a beating so bad you start thinking of alibis the moment you step on the floor.

At least, at the end of it all, I got something to blog about--and some newfound respect for the protectors of our land too.

As for them, they probably would have had a much better time--and a better workout at that--doing a thousand one-hand push-ups than playing us that morning.