Tim Cone - Personal Life

Personal Life

Cone was born in the United States and grew up in Oregon. He moved to the Philippines when he was nine years old after his father came to the country to work in the logging industry. He studied in Baler Elementary School when he was in 5th grade, where he shared his knowledge about baseball to his friends back in the US. After a year, his mom, sister and he moved to Manila and the two were enrolled in the International School Manila, where he eventually finished high school. He went on to attend college in the US, spending two years at Menlo College in California where he played basketball, before moving to George Washington University where he eventually finished. He says he had never thought of a career in basketball because “when you’re growing up as a young man, you don’t dream of being a coach.”

He met his wife Cristina at a time he was actually first set up on a date with one of her best friends.

“I was living in Manila and I’d come up to Quezon for a weekend once every three weeks, but after I met Cristina, I didn’t want to live in the province anymore,” coach Tim reveals. They met on a double date, where he brought his friend Mark and Cristina brought her friend Malou, but he ended up being paired with Malou that night. After going away again for three months, he shares: “I came back and I was really interested in Cristina, I didn’t have her number and so I called Malou to get her number,” he laughs out loud and turns red. To this day, they are all friends, and they still laugh about that story. They’ve been married for 21 years and have three children, Nikki, 20, Kevin, 16, and Trevor, 6. As a family, they love going to the beach and they enjoy going wakeboarding together.

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