I would like to be a media person in these worlds of communication but I am not. I am just the genesis of a beautiful project that some call Basket Passion and I call family. And I don’t want to be ambiguous in the definition. But, guys, meet Toño, Eros, Álvaro, the misnamed Yus, because his full name is endless. These bastards are my family. That’s how I feel.
Furthermore, they allow me to go outside the ethical channels of logical journalism. And I thank you for that freedom that I boast of with collaborators when they write.
But, although it is not necessary today, I would like to offer a word of support to someone who one day conquered me on a sporting level. To someone who always showed me respect since his arrival and to whom I profess pure admiration.
Arturo and Roberto, allow me this luxury. You know that for me you are both pure passion. That I love you like no one else in this world. That Rober made history and that Arturo had some impressive balls. But let me pray now for whoever is directing this project these days.
Let me believe in Adriá.
Leave these words to another gentleman and the world of basketball is full of gentlemen and they all run into me. Isn’t that right, Joaquín?
Adriá, I have told you a thousand times. You fall in love sportily until you get drunk. I am envious of my friends who do the pre- and post-games and who ask you questions. But that envy will end soon, since my return is near and I would love to sweeten the press conferences with my questions.
Adriá, I’m just asking you a favor. And I tell you from the heart of a human who loves Cáceres and basketball: we took us to that place from which we should not have come down.
Adriá and Joaquín, I am not the media, I believe all this because I am just another crazy person who loves this and who today writes to you with tears in my eyes, just for loving this sport.
Joaquín, Adriá. Do you know how Basket Pasión was born? Sit down, take two minutes and I’ll tell you.
I was an editor in Seville (extinct Cajasol) with Bkball, then Planeta Deporte. A long time. An always active guy. And when I returned to my Cáceres they invited me to a Cáceres game against Granada.
I went with David, my best friend. And I said, “I feel bad about being in the press area.”
And he told me that if the next season wasn’t there it was because of my negligence.
From there, “roughly”, Basket Pasión was born.
Adriá, I have believed in Roberto Blanco, of course I have. I have believed in Arturo Álvarez and the incredible thing is that Arturo believed in me. And today, Adriá, I come to tell you that I believe in you. And you have earned my belief hard. That we love this sport even from a distance, that we carry the black-green colors in our souls. That, Adriá, we want to grow with you, hand in hand. That we need a leader and that you are the one we need.
Adri, believe me. Cáceres is not big, Cáceres is amazing. Today, with tears in my eyes I ask you. Guide us, be our guide. Return us to the place from which we should not have come down.
Rober and Arturo are my friends and I’m sure they understand what I’m writing to you today.
Adriá, I believe in you. Thank you.
And Joaquín, you… you know how I am.
