A 15-year-old mother’s love letter to Robert Jaworski
July 8, 2012 by Benjie Cruz
My mother’s 15 year old letter says it all.
How much I love and like Mr. Robert Jaworski, then and even now. My mother was not able to send this letter which turns out to be just as ok, it’s a fine memento now.
Damn, I am getting old, I can’t remember the year 97 or 98 (Cuneta playing days), I was able to watch a lot of live games and be in contact with Jawo, shake his hands, say “good luck coach”, tap his shoulder – those are as priceless as a signed Jaworski photo.
But hey Senator Jaworski, if you happen to read this and you have one, I’ll be happy to receive one. Call me maybe?
Here’s the letter…
Dearest Mr. Jaworski,
Hi! How’s the favorite coach and player of my son? This letter of mine is long overdue. I have planned to write you a letter even before you won the championship.
Let me start it in this way… I am a mother of four, with two granddaughters. I’m a teacher, but at present I work as Manager.
To begin with my story (please bear with me), I am avid Crispa fan, not Toyota of course where you belong because I did not like you (although my husband did, he passed away already). I always cheered the teams that you play against with.
Until my son grew up and began to watch basketball games. From elementary days, he idolized you and the team you belong to. I remember when his Lolo teased him whenever your team lost. Sometimes, he was almost angry with him. He always bought your postcards and displayed them in his room. I was also one of those who teased him whenever you lost your games. We watched all your games on TV, sometimes live, bought your postcards and all.
One summer day, we were watching your game, you were almost losing. He took my hand and brought it to his chest. Could feel the fast beating of his heart, his hand was cold as ice, his face was pale. Then suddenly, you won the game. I saw how happy he was. He even told me that he really couldn’t sleep whenever you lost your games. I also saw how inspired he was to do his homeworks and to study his lessons whenever you won.
So this was the start of my sudden change. I did not like to hurt the feelings of my son anymore. I began to like you and your team. I understood how to be a Jaworski fan. No game of yours missed by me. One time we watched your game at the Cuneta Astrodome, and mind you, all of us including my 3-year old granddaughter. She was shouting “Tito Vince!…Tito Vince!”. Of course, you won that night because we watched (joke only). I know you are all good. Now, when I hear other fans say bad word against you or your team, I always answer them back.
I would be happy if you will answer my letter. Enclosed is the picture of my son. As you can see postcard on his door, this really proves that he is a Gordon fan. May I ask you a big favor or gift on my birthday for my son, please send him your postcard with autographs.
Thank you very much and I wish you win again the championship now. We will pray for your success.
I’ll be honest with you guys, reading this now brought me back to those years and I teared up a little. It was like just few years ago. Things happened so fast, like a ball sailing through the air, then it’s over. Like one Jaworski 3-point shot.
Jaworski number 7 shall be retired today, but only the number will go up to the rafters. The love for Jaworski and what he gave to basketball is un-retirable.
Jaworski! Jaworski! Jaworski!