Today, I spent the whole day in a ballgame. This is a recurring activity in my stunted adult life for the past 5 years. I do dig players, as one of the persistent supporters of the ballgame said, "They are the perfect specimen of manhood". Well, I will give that to players, come to think of it, I never played baskteball in my entire life, is it a precursor that I will be a homosexual? Is basketball the surest measure about a guy's sexuality? I guess the rough and tumble prerequisite of the sport is one of the reasons I didn't get into it? And that is a big regret of my life, come to think of it, I have the height for the sport. I am going to miss the bantering inside the locker rooms, the naked showers. I do remember once, I entered the locker after the game and the guys were taking their showers, and guess what they said? "Merry Christmas!!!", and i don't know if because all their balls were hanging for me to see or because Christmas came early for me.
There was a time that I completed the entire UAAP season, and I am not kidding. I will start with the juniors' game at 10 am and leave until the last game of the seniors. I am totally clueless about some rules, like what is the difference betweeen a personal and team foul? what is an offensive foul or a technical foul? Seriously, what are the rules of the game?
My love affair with basketball started when I was in elementary. It was the time I was turning into a sissy, and just like any "girl" growing up, I have my crush, actually, he was the love of my life. I made sure that i wear the shortest shorts whenever I watch him playing, and mind you, my legs then were long and lean. Everybody in the neighborhood knew that I had a big crush on this guy, and they would always tease me whenever the guy made a basket, that shot was for me. I thought he would take my "virginity" and marry me, and he used to call my deceased brother "bayaw", a vernacular for brother-in-law. That would send my eyes fluttering, and his dad even knew that I was his son's inspiration. And dig this, even my dad calls the guy's dad "balae", vernacular for "in-laws". That's why I am so thankful that my dad knew I was a faggot when i was young, no wonder I had no identity crises of sort. Recently, while watching "Ang Pagdadalaga Ni Maximo Oliveros" (The Blossoming Of Maximo Oliveros), I could relate with most of the scenes, because basically, I was Maxie personified.
Then I do remember this PBA superstar by the name of Yves Dignadice, and he has the best legs for a player. He was endorsing a linement lotion, and everytime the ad goes on air, I keep my eyes fixed to the TV, imagine that I was the one rubbing the lotion to his legs. The last time I heard about this guy, he is retired already and totally stopped playing hooops.
My dad was a basketball fanatic, so it was really a household staple to watch the games MWF and Sundays, but I had to plead once in a while to my dad to put the show especially if it was Voltes V, i would not afford to miss seeing Jamie, my role model, with her long tresses and tight spandex uniform, I waited for my chest to have breast like hers,unfortunately, it didn't materialize.
Whenever people ask me if I would date a "paminta" or a gay guy who looks straight, my standard reply is nope, I will always go for straight guys. And if a guy is into sports such as badminton or volleyball, but not basketball, I will presume that the guy is not straight. There are only 2 "straight" sports for me, either basketball or soccer. Soccer players are out of my dating radar because they are mostly short, but they have got the best legs and asses this side of the planet.
Basketball players rock my world, as my profile states. I am such a sucker for them, I would plead, bribe and basically corrupt for them. As a matter of fact, I am dating one for almost four years now, and yet, I want to date others. Not that I am whore or an infidel, but come to think of it, I slept with almost all of his team mates, so much for being a "groupie", but I am really a whipping bastard for these creatures.
I even prayed fervently that I would someday work in a field that is totally involved in basketball. And guess what, I do thank the Lord when I got hired for a basketball shoe brand. And I am so amazed how I know the psyche of a basketball player, what do they think about, where do they hang out, what is their typical mindset. I did my research well, up to the point that I slept with them, and to avoid any controversies, nope, i didn't bribe them with shoes, it just happened. Maybe as my friend pointed out, maybe I am way too generous, treating these players to meals, movies, but I always snap back, kindness begets kindness. When you feed these players, they might pay you back by letting you eat them, no pun intended.
For now, my phone book and friendster is crammed with players, and I am thankful that they added me to their list, for them I would be always grateful, for satisfying and bringing me back precious memories olf my childhood. One of my fervent wishes is that I strike it rich, and could be of help to all players, especially those who are in need.
Did I tell you that I make sure that I go to my devotion to Our Lady Of Manaoag in Pangasinan? Praying for a PBA player boyfriend? Wishful thinking, and maybe next to impossibility, but I do believe in miracles. I have prayed before for other things and I am hoping that this time, I would still be heard.
On the last note, I am hoping that I would wake up from this insanity and get over this addiction, but players are hard habit to break, and I am not kidding, they are so plenty that I won't run out of constant dates, I just hope a national ban would be issued stopping guys from being basketball players, by then, I have no choice but to date soccer players.
The Philippines is a basketball-crazy country, and I love basketball....players.
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