Unbounded

My patience for insolent assholes ran out on June 2, 2006, when Wilson and I went to the ADMU gym to watch the Shakey’s V-League semi-final match between DLSU and SSC.

In what was supposed to be just a routine clash between the two schools (where La Salle would dominate the opposing team in the end), something else happened, something that the TV cameras could not and would not be able to capture: The rude heckling fans.

Here’s a blow by blow gonzo account of what happened.

Wilson and I sat at the upperbox, at the very front that day, so near to the courtside seats that we could literally jump down to get ourselves better seats of the match (in truth, of the volleybelles). We then waited for the first game to end – the first semi-final match between AdU and Lyceum. Adamson won, three sets to one, I think.

Then came La Salle. The team whose pristine win-loss record serves as the league benchmark. What kind loyal alumni supporter would I be if I did not cheer for my team? So cheered we did, calling the players by their first name as if we were friends.

The game started. San Sebastian drew first and second blood by embarrassing LaSalle, 2 sets to none. We cheered harder.

Wil and I then noticed (actually Wil noticed it) that there’s this one particular ill bred gay fan (Yes, it’s the same guy who made a fiasco in the PBA when he made a scene with Kris Aquino, and it’s the very same guy who always buys patron seats in UAAP games, and would then wave his AdU jersey, banner, or umbrella) who keeps on trash talking and bad fingering the players. He even had the nerve to turn to us and made boorish remarks every time San Sebastian scored. Oh, so now you’re provoking us eh?

Tsk tsk, such poor behavior. I’m afraid that wouldn’t do. He had to be taught a lesson.

Wilson and I decided that we had to make a fool out of him. To instigate a scene. So, swallowing our pride to prove our point, we started trading trash talks with him.

“But in a moment of unity between Ateneans and La Sallians, other DLSU fans were encouraged by our trash-talking and would later make sure that fag ass would be made fun of every time DLSU scored a point. Dozens of La Sallians, including us of course, pointed their fingers at the fag-ass and screamed the worst curse words the toddlers watching along with their parents must have ever heard. Scores of children instantly losing their innocence over a senseless game” (I’m quoting a paragraph from Wil’s post on the same incident).

Before the final set started, one La Sallian fan got fed up so much that he actually went to confront him. Trash talks were traded and of course, the coup de gras, the La Sallian threw a haymaker to the heckler square on the jaw. Sweet.

I personally volunteered to video and here’s the link [link] (stored in Wil’s multiply account).

When it was almost imminent that DLSU would win the match, the heckler stood beside the league security guards (they’re not going to help you) and he eventually left the gym before the final spike was counted in. It was for his own good as waiting for the game to end would equate to suicide for everyone had the unifying urge to beat him up.

They say that it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. He lost his dignity that night.

There is a lesson to be learned from all of this. When push comes to shove, you have to be able to put where your mouth is. Let this be a testament for all you hecklers out there. When you’re rude, have the volleyballs to back it up.

BUTI NGA!

So let us raise our glasses and toast this crowning moment of human evolution: the decadent dance of moral immorality and the inability to exist in any form of harmony. We took our crystal chalice and beat ourselves to a bloody pulp in a gem-encrusted brawl. Sure, it was stupid, but we all had fun, right? All in the name of poetic justice.

In the end, who really won? Was it Wilson and me for instigating the mess? Was it DLSU who managed a come from behind victory, and a convincing one no less? All the other fans who cheered with us? The guy who punched him?

No. Me. Because I finally saw ADMU volleybelle Bello (she dons jersey # 6) in personal. Teeheehee.