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If silence had a name, it was probably stuck in the open mouths of a thousand stunned spectators inside a...
To get into the core of Erik Spoelstra’s being Filipino is to start right at the very beginning: There was this young kid with uncombed hair wearing a white cotton shirt and smiling into a camera. Beside him, the computer monitor was running a grainy video footage of a basketball game.
I used to not get Father’s Day. Even in the early days of finally being a dad, I didn’t quite understand it.
“I’ll chase away the storm if I have to,” I promised my then girlfriend just as midnight was creeping up in Batangas province, bringing with her frisky winds, quiet drops of rain and a rumor of a typhoon closing in on the beach-lined town of San Juan.
Manny Pacquiao is, without doubt, at the crossroads of a career that has turned a one-time street urchin into an...
