In the summer, apart from the long vacation from school, the children at Camp Aguinaldo await the basketball season. The guys love it cus its the "guy" thing to do, and us girls await these days because it's a perfect opportunity to swoon and scream over the guys we like, without being too obvious (well, we try). Clad in blue and yellow, our handsome CARA boys, always stood among the crowd. most of the time, we came home victorious, but there were bad games with sad endings --- of course.
Ridiculous taunting is part of a spectator's job; and there were times when we didn't have any choice but to fight the other girls who support the other teams. These immature displays involved eye rolling, low blow cheers and flying middle fingers; and although we always regretted making fools out of ourselves, you have to realize that when you're faced with the situation, there really is no room to think about manners and poise anymore. The fight is ON when it is ON --- and this is what's magnificent about basketball games --- IT'S DIRTY and COMPETITIVE (even from the bleachers).
Winning was always fun, but after a game: win or lose, we would head somewhere to drink and celebrate. Booze --- the third thing we look forward to during the summer vacations. These drunken nights made me what I am now --- so satisfied with my youth. These summers were the summers when I would sneak out of the house once my parents have gone to bed. Every night, I would quietly sneak out and then crawl back in, before they get up in the morning.
Ohhhhhh... memories of the summers in camp.
BASKETBALL, BOYS, BOOZE!!!