I was never the athletic type. But one sport I do appreciate, and love to watch, is basketball. As a young girl, my dad would bring me to the Araneta coliseum whenever he could get tickets. We would cheer wildly for our favorite team then, the Crispa Redmanizers. I was not a passive observer, mind you. I would raise my fist in the air after a shot went in. I would point and curse at the referee if I thought the call was wrong. (My dad would sometimes worry that I might incur the ire of someone from the opposing team who happened to sit nearby.) I went home hoarse after every game I watched. But that was me. I could not sit still while watching a game. I felt I was actually part of it. That was also why I don’t watch a game if I have no affinity to either one of the teams playing. I NEED to be rooting for a particular team.
But when motherhood entered the picture, I was weaned away from watching basketball. I hardly got to watch the games. Pretty soon, I didn’t know half the composition of my erstwhile favorite team, Purefoods. (In the Crispa days, I knew everything there was to know about the players – jersey number, personal stats, basketball history, personal life, what-have-you.) When the connection was lost, I stopped watching.
Today was Game 2 of the UAAP finals. Ateneo won the first game last Sunday. I was determined to watch what could possibly be the last game of the season. I cooked dinner early. I made sure the kids had their baths. More importantly, I wanted to share this with Chino and Trixi. Maybe they too will enjoy watching basketball as much as I do.
So there we were, in front of the TV (Trixi still eating her dinner), shouting like we were in Araneta. Trixi would join Chino in cheering “ONE BIG FIGHT!” Of course, we were all thrilled when Ateneo won the championship. But I was even more pleased that there’s another thing I now share with Chino and Trixi.