Part Thirty-One (31) Angel Of The Lord Novel By Jose Roxas Leveriza Featuring The Basketball Savvy Of Jason Burke From Indiana, Overt Shooting Guard

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Part Thirty-One (31) Angel Of The Lord Novel By Jose Roxas Leveriza Featuring The Basketball Savvy Of Jason Burke From Indiana, Overt Shooting Guard For The De La Salle Green Archers And Covert Operative For The CIA In Manila





The esoteric spectator crowd erupted in an uproar. The din in the coliseum where every inch of space was filled sounded deafening. Blue and green clashed as banners from an ancient rivalry that got hoisted flippantly from hearts worn on sleeves. Every bit of value and honor including huge bets were staked with an all or nothing and do or die stand. Skills and drills weighed for the most part but the rest took a chancy gamble in the fortuitous bounce of a round basketball at center court.

The scorecard for the decade saw the Green Archers as the perennial champions with the Blue Eagles tallying up an occasional trophy or two. However, the total count for the historical toss up put the Eagles comfortably ahead although such fabled exploits fade from memory with the passing of previous generations. The present contest unfolding with dramatic flair in the middle of the arena did not count as qualifier for the final four but was merely being played to round up the no bearing games. The coach expressly told Jason Burke to turn down the heat to preserve his fire, spit, and form for the upcoming championship stretch.

Jason Burke’s ambidextrous dribble, his long tentacle reach on a gangling frame an inch above six feet, and his catchy green bandana wound around his Marine cut head in hell rider fashion made keeping a low profile a white man’s burden in an ensemble overwhelmingly cast in brown. All that aside, he easily drew attention because he always moved full throttle. In a loose ball melee, there’s always hell to pay because Jason fell pell-mell on top of any scramble. In a slow break he stood out like a glitch on the screen with sparks that flew in spurts around lazy moving ball carriers. Jason Burke played both ends of the court like a possessed soul after the tip-off and never let up to be a festering thorn on the side of the enemy. Ergo, in tonight’s game, he took the coach’s order to cool it meaning he shouldn’t dive for the ball to fly out of bounds into the face of the TV crew.

The eagles jumped to a ten point lead in the early going of the second quarter. The coach meant to keep his starting five in the sidelines but the La Salle gallery felt the sting and hollered for Jason to be fielded. The coach obliged grudgingly and sent Jason into the fray at the next buzzer. Jason lost no time and intercepted the ball in a cut-in drive that he read so well from the body flex of the assist maker. On the break to the opposite basket, he blazed, more like floated in a smoke of dust like the roadrunner to leave the whole field behind and lay in the ball with fundamental polish, swishing it through the hoop smoothly with the curl of the wrist. The lack of circus fanfare did not stop the La Salle bleachers from exploding in raucous cheering complete with drum rolls.
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