*Dr. Rodolfo John Ortiz Teope, PhD, EdD
I still remember the sound of tennis before I understood its rules. The dull thud of the ball on the court, the hush of the crowd between points, the silence that felt heavier than the racket itself. As a child, I would sit in front of the television watching figures who seemed almost unreal—Björn Borg dismantling opponents with ice-cold calm, Jimmy Connors fighting every point like it was personal survival, Martina Navratilova redefining excellence through relentless discipline. I did not yet understand rankings or tactics, but I understood something instinctively: tennis was honest. You could argue with the screen, complain about calls, or wish for miracles—but when match point ended, so did the argument. The scoreboard told the truth.
That lesson stayed with me.
Years later, watching Alex Eala, that same childhood feeling returned. The same silence before a serve. The same clarity of consequence. The same unforgiving honesty. And suddenly, tennis stopped being just a sport I loved and became a mirror—reflecting not only an athlete’s journey, but the condition of a country.
I am writing this, for now, plainly as a wishful-thinking citizen who still hopes—perhaps stubbornly—that this country can become the honest, accountable nation it keeps promising to be. That is why the story of Alex Eala stays with me—not simply because she wins, but because of how she wins. Alone on a court far from home, bound by rules she did not write, yet fully accountable for every mistake she makes.
There are no loopholes in tennis. The ball is either in or out. The score is mercilessly honest. You cannot delay a loss through motions. You cannot reinterpret a bad serve. You cannot hide behind technicalities. Alex Eala lives inside that clarity. She trains knowing that effort will be exposed, failure will be public, and excuses will be useless. And still—still—she chooses discipline. Still, she chooses integrity. Still, she raises the Philippine flag with humility, as if to remind us that this pride is not borrowed. It is earned.
That quiet courage hurts when contrasted with what we have become at home.
While a young Filipina earns honor through sacrifice, many of our elected officials earn wealth through delay. While Alex respects the rules of the game, corrupt businessmen exploit the rules of governance. While she accepts defeat as a lesson, hoodlums in robes and suits treat accountability as an attack. Our democracy has slowly become a place where losing power is unacceptable, but losing honor is routine.
The recent decision of the Supreme Court of the Philippines on impeachment crystallized this painful reality. What should have been a constitutional process of political accountability was reduced to a technical puzzle—timelines dissected, procedures elevated, substance set aside. Justice did not fail loudly. It failed politely. It failed legally. It failed in a way that left no one personally guilty, yet left the people collectively disappointed. As a sports fan, it felt like watching a match where the scoreboard was ignored and the result decided in a room far from the court.
I am not obsessed with doctrine, but I recognize patterns. When accountability repeatedly dies by technicality, the problem is no longer interpretation—it is design. Our Constitution, noble in intention, has developed weaknesses in practice: gaps where delay thrives, spaces where power hides, corners where corruption waits patiently. These weaknesses are not accidental. They are exploited deliberately by those who understand that in our system, time is the most valuable currency.
But there is another truth we can no longer avoid. Our Constitution is also struggling to keep pace with globalization.
Alex Eala’s own development is proof of how the modern world works. Sports today thrive in an open, global ecosystem—international academies, foreign coaches, cross-border competition, global sponsorships, and unrestricted investment in talent. No serious sporting nation limits excellence by fearing foreign participation. We celebrate it because it works. We cheer when a Filipino athlete trains abroad, absorbs global standards, and competes with the world’s best.
Yet in our economy, we hesitate.
We still cling to restrictive ownership rules born from a different era, as if capital, technology, and expertise are threats rather than tools. Many countries have already amended their constitutions or laws to allow 100 percent foreign ownership in key sectors, recognizing that openness is not surrender but adaptation. In sports, we understand this instinctively. In governance and the economy, we resist it—at great cost.
A Constitution that allows accountability to be neutralized by procedure and opportunity to be repelled by fear does double damage. It protects incompetence and drives away progress. Reform, therefore, is not betrayal. It is survival.
Alex Eala does not benefit from time. She races against it. Youth fades. Opportunity narrows. Every missed training session is a loss that can never be recovered. That is why her victories feel clean and emotional. She pays the price upfront—in sweat, loneliness, and discipline. Our leaders, by contrast, postpone payment indefinitely. They appeal, reconsider, reinterpret, and reframe until accountability grows old and collapses from exhaustion—and opportunity quietly leaves.
I have sat in rooms where urgency was theatrical but action was postponed. I have seen budgets praised in daylight and twisted in darkness. I have watched democracy turn into performance—noisy, dramatic, hollow. And then I watch Alex, silent between points, eyes focused, breathing steady, and I remember Borg’s calm, Connors’ fire, Navratilova’s relentless preparation. I am reminded that greatness is not influence. It is restraint. Not power, but responsibility.
This is why constitutional change can no longer be dismissed as impatience or ambition. It is about aligning our political and economic systems with moral and global reality. A Constitution that allows impeachment to be neutralized by procedure does not protect democracy; it numbs it. A Constitution that resists globalization does not protect Filipinos; it limits them.
Alex Eala competes in a system where rules are strict but fair, and opportunity is global. Our political system is strict on the powerless, flexible for the connected, and fearful of openness. That imbalance teaches the young a dangerous lesson—that integrity is optional, that shortcuts are smarter, that honesty is admirable but impractical. And yet Alex stands there, disproving that lie with every match she plays.
Every time she wins, she tells the world that Filipinos can succeed without cheating and without hiding. Every time our institutions fail to hold power accountable or adapt to a changing world, we tell ourselves the opposite. One story builds character. The other erodes it.
In the end, this is not really about tennis. It is about accountability and courage in a global age. On the court, the score ends the argument. In government, the argument is often used to erase the score and delay reform.
The politics of avoiding accountability—and avoiding the world—is not an accident. It is a choice. And until we confront that choice, our cleanest victories will continue to happen far from home, on courts where excuses do not work, borders do not limit excellence, delay does not help, and accountability cannot be appealed.
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