Someone asked me how my blog and newspaper column came to be titled "Bleachers Brew". It's like this, it's an amalgam of sorts of two things: The bleachers area in the stadium/arena where I used to sit when I would watch baseball, football, and basketball games and Miles Davis' great jazz album Bitches Brew. That's how it got culled together. I originally planned on calling it "The View from the Big Chair" that is a nod to Tears For Fear's second album, Songs from the Big Chair. So there.

Monday, August 24, 2015


When a college basketball star fell all the way to the later rounds in yesterday’s PBA Draft, it sent a telling message.

Being drafted that late especially for a star player is a blow to one’s pride. It is almost as bad as not getting drafted when you think some lesser players went ahead. Furthermore, the late selection greatly diminishes one’s value and bargaining power. It can be a humbling experience.

The scuttlebutt is that teams did not want to have anything to do with the player not because of him per se but because of his manager who also handles another high profile star who recently went through some contentious contract negotiations.

Incidentally, two of this manager’s players did not suit up for their final year with their collegiate squad.

When you think about it, it has been a tough year – leaving his college team with a year left, being left off the national team, and now this… hopefully, he can redeem himself and show his worth.

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