Great game, Ateneo. Nice effort though from the Warriors, just wasn't enough.
I personally would like to apologize for whatever rude behavior UE students and fans displayed during and after the game. Even the words and ways used in this forum to express their views and opinions (this post included), my sincerest apologies to those who found (and will find) them offensive.
I know that many UE fans are guilty of improper decorum at times but please don't generalize. Some of us are dying of embarrassment every time such things happen.
Instinct tells you to fight back when you're under attack. We don't have so much compared to the other schools. We take pride in every little thing that happens to us, UE's 8 wins in the UAAP on top of the list. Frustration when you think you're doing so well can be really hard to deal with. And besides, we don't have the monopoly of inexcusable behavior. You think we're a bunch of morons, we think you're being arrogant. You say we don't have manners, by saying that what does that make you? List can go on. I didn't make an issue of being discriminated at back when I was still in school, I'm not about to start now that I've graduated.
Again I am sorry for we lack moral rectitude at times, I guess it's just life telling you people are really different. But we can also do Math, you know.
06 August 2005
Confessions of a Reluctant Purefoods Fan
Six of 23. Way past my quota. I managed to watch six live games last conference. A far cry from the one the previous conference and the two in the transition tournament. Mind you, I paid for the four and another one for an extra ticket the last game.
I never did like watching the games live for various reasons.
I never did like watching the games live for various reasons.
First, I can't concentrate on the game. There's so much to see and hear when you're there. I usually lock myself in my room and watch alone every time Purefoods plays.
Second, I don't get to hear what the commentators are saying. Someone is not playing or someone gets hurt, I have no idea why and what really happened to them. They don't show halftime features either.
Third, I always have a problem finding someone to watch the games with. I'm not exactly friendless, it's just that basketball is as alien to my friends as Quidditch is to ordinary Muggles. But I do have a friend who watches the games with me whenever she can. Problem is, Purefoods always loses every single time she's with me. I don’t know why. Lastly, a patron ticket at the Araneta costs more than what my parents spent as matriculation fee for my entire high school education. Not a joke, you can check with my school.
But it's different now. I endured teasing and insults, some meaningfully and with great intentions to the downright hilarious from family and friends whenever I go out to watch a game. They were like, "Oh, there's still a PBA?" Forgive my cousin whose work prevents him from watching as much television as possible. He's not as normal as he used to be. Michael Jordan retired and he lost interest. Never was a fan of local basketball, that one.
But it's different now. I endured teasing and insults, some meaningfully and with great intentions to the downright hilarious from family and friends whenever I go out to watch a game. They were like, "Oh, there's still a PBA?" Forgive my cousin whose work prevents him from watching as much television as possible. He's not as normal as he used to be. Michael Jordan retired and he lost interest. Never was a fan of local basketball, that one.
"There’s actually someone like you watching the PBA games live, I mean aside from their families? Are you going out with a player now?" Duh. That was my lawyer-friend talking but that doesn't stop him from being an idiot. Nothing beats my mother who asked not just once (but twice…), "UAAP na ba?" Over the summer, hello?!
So what made me go out and leave the comforts of my room (and brave traffic too I should add) to go and watch the games live? Cheesy, yes, but I owe it to Team Purefoods, the Yahoo! group and the people there who welcomed me into their lives despite my ludicrous personality.
I never thought it would be possible. I have to admit it took me ages to decide to attend the first party and to agree to come watch the first game with everybody. I was still unsure whether to show up or not at the first game that I even let myself watch the first quarter at home then forced myself to leave the house at the start of the second. I came in time for the third quarter. Ha!
Friends or just mere acquaintances, it doesn't really matter at this point. Time is essential in building great relationships. Right now, I'm just plain glad I can watch the games without asking my not-so-lucky-friend to come along for someone I know is bound to be there watching the game. Enough with blackmails and dinner promises after just so I have someone to go with. Boyfriends are out of the question. Haven't been with someone who's also a Purefoods fan. Not fun watching when you have someone with you cheering for the other team. Though now the guilt factor is there when I didn't watch and they lost and my only excuse for not watching was that I didn't feel like going out.
War room at times, I have found friends in the group. So I'd like to thank them for luring me out my house to become a true Purefoods fan. I've been told it's not enough watching the games on television and being a member of the group, you have to be there physically to give support. I still don't agree with that but they have a point there somewhere.
To AP, Al, Alva, Arlyn, Au, Botchok, Buchay, Chandz, Chel, Clarie, Clarisse, Crysta, Crystal, Kuya D, Denise, Ella, Esther, Ge, Gerald, Ian, Kuya James, Jena, Jen, Jheza, Jordi, Kath, Kaye E, Kaye G, Kya, Lara, Murrei, Teya, Kring, Maris, Rose, Melissa, Migs, Yhame, Phoebs, Pie, Princess, Rhea, Mae, Aben, Roseanne, Ryan, Tin, Ting and Zinz; thanks for putting up with me. For texting uncontrollably and an always riotous atmosphere in the chatroom when I'm in the weirdest of moods. Have patience though, I'm here to stay.
To the Hotdogs, Eddie, James, Paul, Cap Rey, Rich, Tonyboy, and Papa Jun for being nice when I know it's not the easiest thing to do.
To Sir Pardo, who pressured me into watching the rubber match of the wild card playoffs last January and to Bossing Cap Alvin for picking up the phone that somehow added to the pressure. It could have been different if I didn't make that call when told to do so.
So we lost and got booted out thrice last season including the transition tournament. Semis dreams still a dream but there's more to life than winning. You just have to learn to appreciate the simple things in life. No major injuries, the team able to win games (it's better than not winning at all, you now), Kerby and James in the national training pool (James now engaged), no disbandment rumors, and personally, making friends with fellow fans.
A championship is a championship, who doesn't want one? But if it's not there yet, continue to hope and pray that everything falls into the right places for the team when the next season starts. And to an ordinary fan like me, it's not what the history books are saying that matters, it's the simple joy of seeing my favorite team on court playing the game we all love.
So what made me go out and leave the comforts of my room (and brave traffic too I should add) to go and watch the games live? Cheesy, yes, but I owe it to Team Purefoods, the Yahoo! group and the people there who welcomed me into their lives despite my ludicrous personality.
I never thought it would be possible. I have to admit it took me ages to decide to attend the first party and to agree to come watch the first game with everybody. I was still unsure whether to show up or not at the first game that I even let myself watch the first quarter at home then forced myself to leave the house at the start of the second. I came in time for the third quarter. Ha!
Friends or just mere acquaintances, it doesn't really matter at this point. Time is essential in building great relationships. Right now, I'm just plain glad I can watch the games without asking my not-so-lucky-friend to come along for someone I know is bound to be there watching the game. Enough with blackmails and dinner promises after just so I have someone to go with. Boyfriends are out of the question. Haven't been with someone who's also a Purefoods fan. Not fun watching when you have someone with you cheering for the other team. Though now the guilt factor is there when I didn't watch and they lost and my only excuse for not watching was that I didn't feel like going out.
War room at times, I have found friends in the group. So I'd like to thank them for luring me out my house to become a true Purefoods fan. I've been told it's not enough watching the games on television and being a member of the group, you have to be there physically to give support. I still don't agree with that but they have a point there somewhere.
To AP, Al, Alva, Arlyn, Au, Botchok, Buchay, Chandz, Chel, Clarie, Clarisse, Crysta, Crystal, Kuya D, Denise, Ella, Esther, Ge, Gerald, Ian, Kuya James, Jena, Jen, Jheza, Jordi, Kath, Kaye E, Kaye G, Kya, Lara, Murrei, Teya, Kring, Maris, Rose, Melissa, Migs, Yhame, Phoebs, Pie, Princess, Rhea, Mae, Aben, Roseanne, Ryan, Tin, Ting and Zinz; thanks for putting up with me. For texting uncontrollably and an always riotous atmosphere in the chatroom when I'm in the weirdest of moods. Have patience though, I'm here to stay.
To the Hotdogs, Eddie, James, Paul, Cap Rey, Rich, Tonyboy, and Papa Jun for being nice when I know it's not the easiest thing to do.
To Sir Pardo, who pressured me into watching the rubber match of the wild card playoffs last January and to Bossing Cap Alvin for picking up the phone that somehow added to the pressure. It could have been different if I didn't make that call when told to do so.
So we lost and got booted out thrice last season including the transition tournament. Semis dreams still a dream but there's more to life than winning. You just have to learn to appreciate the simple things in life. No major injuries, the team able to win games (it's better than not winning at all, you now), Kerby and James in the national training pool (James now engaged), no disbandment rumors, and personally, making friends with fellow fans.
A championship is a championship, who doesn't want one? But if it's not there yet, continue to hope and pray that everything falls into the right places for the team when the next season starts. And to an ordinary fan like me, it's not what the history books are saying that matters, it's the simple joy of seeing my favorite team on court playing the game we all love.
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