In a sea of jerseys, one player shines like a comet streaking across the night sky. His crossovers defy gravity, his three-pointers ignite cheers, and his spirit? It’s a beacon for the team. Remember his name, Mark Vencent Pontanosa—it’s etched in basketball lore.
When the clock ticks down, nerves fray, and destiny hangs in the balance, Billy Dela Cruz, our Player of the Game thrives. He embraces pressure like an old friend, sinking free throws with a calm smile. Clutch moments? He owns them. The crowd roars; the legend grows.
Blink, and he’s at the rim. Mark Kian Baraoil, our Player of the Game defies, physics, weaving through defenders like a comet on a mission. Fast breaks become art—each layup a stroke of brilliance. He’s not just running; he’s rewriting the laws of motion.
Three-point land is his canvas, and the basketball? His brush. Our sharpshooter doesn’t just shoot; he paints masterpieces. The net sings as the ball swishes through—an ode to precision. Defenders? Mere spectators. The arc belongs to Bernard Balmonte of San Jose.
Michael John Onoza of San Isidro orchestrates plays like a maestro conducting a symphony. Our floor general sees passing lanes others miss. Alley-oops, no-look dimes, and bounce passes—he’s the invisible threads binding the team. Assists? His currency. Victory? His opus.
Against fierce opponents, Alexander Melchor of Cacabugaoan, our Player of the Game, wore determination like armor. He dove for loose balls, blocked shots with ferocity, and rallied his team when fatigue threatened to creep in. His resilience fueled victory.
Gravity seemed optional for our soaring star. Alley-oops, windmill dunks, and thunderous slams—the Mayor’s Cup crowd erupted as Anrym Ver Dudan-Cruz of Siblot, our Player of the Game defied physics. The rim will forever remember their touch. Congratulations!
