(With all due respect to the true sportsman and sportswriter among us, sir Charly Holganza 78 – this is not an attempt to hijack his sportsmanlike theme in this online magazine. This humble representation writes only to react at the observation that retirement ceremonies and testimonial parades are no longer complete without the testimonial golf game.
Hence this post.)
There used to be an inscription in the Jurado Hall, at the time when I was double timing around the area, where it said: “From these halls will come the future generals of the AFP”.
While it may be true for quite a lot of the grads, I always wondered why it was placed there instead of the foyer area of Melchor Hall, where it would have been most appropriate.
Perhaps a bit of modesty prevailed on the command to let it be displayed there, but knowing what I do now, I would have added: “And when they retire, they will become proficient golfers”.
The way it’s happened is that many a progressive military career has been capped with an obsession for the fairways, the greens and early morning flights – not the Air Force kind.
My own classmates continue to coordinate through Viber for golf gatherings in the various courses around Metro Manila on a daily basis, and many a “groufie” has to do with posing in front of the tee off areas or the putting greens in all sorts of colorful golf costume.
One would think that retirement would allow for late morning awakenings. Not so. Specially if tee of time is sometime before sunrise. The enthusiasm for the game gets them up even earlier to get there on time – by hook or by slice.
The Department of Physical Education should already begin considering the inclusion of the golf program into the sports curriculum of the cadets, knowing that they will be on the greens anyway, at a certain point in their careers. Not all, but a great many.
While plebes may be allowed to caddy or pick up stray golf balls, yearlings should be introduced to the game by learning how to drive and putt. From what I hear, that is no easy skill set to acquire. (This humble representation only knows the game from hearsay.)
Cow year may be devoted to perfecting the drive, pitch and putt and first class year will be the introductory year to the fairways. This is all, of course, in theory, but quite a number of bugos have already agreed that this program of instruction would be a good introduction to the game. After all, in all likelihood, by the time that they will have enough funds to afford a set of clubs and green fees, they would be at least Captains or LtSgs already. Unless of course, by some lucky streak, a generous benefactor would bequeathe a set of clubs to them because they don’t have room in their garages anymore for a newer set.
It will take a while before they become seriously addicted to the game and look forward to the tournaments that are held on a weekly basis in most courses. Envelopes containing tournament tickets “considered sold” abound in offices. And there is no shortage of takers.
Alumni week, after all, is highlighted by a tournament among the classes held in the nearby course beside Loakan. The Class of 1983 holds the greatest number of championships won for that game until trounced fairly – and rightly so! – by a class much younger.
The US based PMA groups now hold a week long sporting activity including a golf tournament among the groups – the Northeast Group, the Midwest Group, the SoCal Group, the NorCal Group and the East Coast Group. It’s a fun filled week full of laughter, a degree of competitiveness and lots of kayahizing, culminating with the awards night, where one final competition – the Karaoke competition – caps the event before dancing.
But before that, the Group Champion is announced after scores are read out and the winner takes home the coveted Jurado Cup – yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as the Jurado Cup now.
So, for the sake of the future of the Cavalier community whose paths may take them there, it would already be a good thing to integrate both golf and singing into the training programs of the Cadet Corps while they are still there. It will prepare them for the future “progressive military career, which ends on the golf course and a Magic Sing competition”.
(All photos taken from the PMA Bugo Bugos Overseas Facebook Group, with thanks to the kodakers.)
N.B. I wish to acknowledge that this article was liberally laced with the use of vocabulary from Pardspeak, a language that was developed beyond the portals of Loakan.
The origin of Pardspeak is the CEO of Bernadette Gardens, in New Jersey, by way of Dumangas, IL (not Illinois), Pinamungajan, Ceb and Pinili, IN (Not Indiana). He is rumored to be the Supreme Field Marshal of the NEG as well as the company of gentlemen farmers in CONUS by way of Loakan.
HIs greatest contribution to humanity is a concoction that has developed a cult following, and surfaces from time to time during large gatherings of bugos in CONUS, such as the Jurado Cup. It is famously known as the WFPP – or Werld Famous Pards Papaitan. There are those that were fortunate enough to have had a serving that trashed reason in favor of another serving – “Damn the gout and full bowl again.”
I wish to acknowlege his indirect contribution for the use of these words, which have become a source of enjoyment by quite a lot of those that bother to read these articles.
Thank you, sir Pards 47.