Special Team, Special Time

“That’s why it hurts so bad. This is a special team, and it was supposed to be our special time.” –Macky Escalona

Tell me to get over Ateneo losing to UST last season. I just couldn’t.

While I was fixing the articles I had over the course of two or three years of basketball addiction (baseball addiction came only a year later, thanks to Ate Faye), I saw what I had in my mini-collection: the La Salle ineligibility controversy (And now it’s happening to PCU. What the hell is happening to the world?), UP’s UAAP games, the Ginebra blockbuster trade, the half a mil fine on the Red Bull Barakos for having a semi-walkout during one of their games, the mini-articles that I had every after game days. I also had a transcript of Mark Caguioa’s chat with his fans (thanks Cherine), and pictures of Joseph Yeo (courtesy of Cobie, yey!). The number of pictures in my basketball folder is outnumbering my personal pictures, but who the hell cares?

“This is a special team, and it was supposed to be our special time.”

Aah. The pain.

The pain of losing.

I wonder what the Dallas Mavericks and the Miami Heat now think of their own teams, having lost their respective playoff assignments. Weird. They were the Western and Eastern Champions respectively, and Miami was the champion.

Why did they lose?

I don’t know, but I was rooting for Golden State Warriors and the Chicago Bulls kasi eh, so it doesn’t matter to me. I am just in the process of wondering how they are feeling, because I know it’s almost too painful.

I wish the Yankees would do good in their next few games.

I sure damn wish they do, and welcome to Roger Clemens, their new pitcher who’s being paid $4 million dollars a month. (Sarap maging kamag-anak, ano? Haha.) Either way, any baseball player should be a nice relative—that is, considering their paycheck *insert evil grin here*.