And i don't mean that as an insult to my teammates. Not at all. i felt. i thought. We did our best and i guess the best wasn't good enough. James Ingram cliche aside, it feels that way.
Kristian asked if we indeed choked. And no better answer than to say yes. What doesn't kill you makes you better, eh? And no better way to drown the depression-slash-depression (yeah, it's the freaking same word with the same freaking meaning, the slash is just for emphasis) with a quad of San Mig Light with Encarnacion-slash-choker with myself-slash-choker. With Cindy and Che and Rigor (very important persons in our respective lives.)
At the end of the day, we lost to a better team.
A promise: Yellow (Solar Entertainment Corporations TOC/Engineering Department basketball squad) deserves a headliner for the E.C.L.I.P.S.E. next release, which will happen on Monday.)
Purple sucks on this night (and a couple of nights ago) but hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, eh?
Clima Madness record: 0-2. Bullshit. i don't believe the shoes matter. (However, i just found an excuse to procure a new pair of Adidas before the next conference/season starts. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger--- in this case, when Life gives you lemons, you make lemonades. That, or just buy tequila at your nearest 7-11.)