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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Why I Don't Want the "I Don't Want This to Win" Posts to Win

Inquiring minds want to know, why try and stop the latest and greatest phenomenon from sweeping the nation with "I Don't Want This to Win" fever? For one, they would absolutely beat the living light particles of the Phoenix Suns to submission. The team known as the "Ginebra Gin Kings" don't even warrant mentioning. But more importantly, they're not the Timberwolves. These movements have no other purpose than to serve as smoke and mirrors for the eventual christiening of the Philadelphia 76ers as NBA Champions.

Society has long been terrorized with maladies such as the Black Plague, Kobe Bryant and the BackStreet Boys. Each new addition only fuels the hate spewed forth from the giant hate-spewing machine in the sky. Every moment spent praying for something or someone to "not win" is a moment spent praying for something or someone to "not win". We live in a society where courage and nobility are words without meaning, savagely replaced by cunning and guile. Let me just give a shoutout to the Los Angeles Clippers for reminding me of this fact. All their years of losing has finally paid off, in a stunning and masterful display of losing the coveted 5th seed. It took them many years of losing to master the art of losing, but they were able to lose when it counted the most. Congratulations!

Once long ago, I too ascribed to this culture of hate. I didn't want the Lakers to win because they were skanky, whiny scum. They were skanky, they were whiny and they were scum. I watched, with great disgust, as the legendary Robert Horry sank clutch shot after clutch shot. Every Laker victory spiraled me further and further into depths of my manic soul. I remember one fateful night when I could no longer bear the strain as I ran the streets naked screaming, shouting, nay, imploring for both reason and reprise. As I sat in the silence of my own loneliness, I received no answer. Police would later watch in horror and wonder how a man such as this came to be. Prison helped little other than to hide me from the rest of the world. There was no place in this world for a being as lost as this. I spooned with a man that night. I felt not shame nor remorse, only emptiness. From that moment on I realized that the life I was leading could no longer be.

Just the other day, I was at the supermarket purchasing my usual pack of blueberry bubblegum. I approached the clerk and paid for the gum, an exorbitant sum to be sure but neccessary to taste the blueberry taste only this blueberry gum could provide. I was about to consume my purchase when he suddenly whispered "No". The pangs of blueberry addiction started rumbling inside me as I asked him why. "I don't want blueberry to win" he said in a tone that betrayed his allegiance to strawberry bubblegum. The rage bottled up in me all these years started yearning for release that I was barely able to resists its' call. He held out his hand offerring me a fresh pack of strawberry bubblegum. "The manufacter recalled the blueberry bubblegum. There was some kind of problem with the mixture". We stared at each other for seemingly an eternity. "Strawberry can't be so bad" I thought. I reached out slowly for the strawberry bubblegum. In that instant everything made sense to me and I knew that I must do the right thing. Like a bolt of lightning, I grabbed the blueberry gum and escaped into the darkness of the night. I devoured the blueberry gum that night, poisoned mixtures be damned. "I don't want strawberry to win" I repeated to myself. "I don't want strawberry to win."

Comments

oh-kay...

the hate stops here then. my sincerest apologies for starting the whole mess.

either way, GO SUNS! :)
 
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me thinks this is a great avenue for all our basketball fanaticisms. haha.

so jase, just go on with your hate posts. haha. :P just my take :P

cheers to all of you.

Ginebra vs. PF tom! haha.
 
carlo, my son, do you truly wish to follow the path of hatred?
 
It will only lead to suffering.
 
awh, Alvin, kaya ba you're really pushing with "Free Kobe" movement of yours? haha.

bit: I hate you.
 
carlo, my son, the path to redemption cannot be taken on one act alone. to atone for a lifetime's worth of hatred takes a lifetime's worth of love.
 
alvin: so do you love Kobe's 81 point-game (and 2 assists)? :P haha

pare, hindi kita maimagine sinasabi mo yang mga comment mo in person. haha. err... gets?
 
carlo, my son, love is not a word to be handed out too loosely. ask yourself, would you love something that was impossible to love? know that the answer to this lies within you.
 
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