rude interruption

i have openly supported the FEU tamaraws since 2010, when coach L became the team sports psychologist.

before i continue, even though this next statement comes across as superfluous, i feel it still needs to be said: people are entitled to their preferences. i have preferred to root for the tamaraws above any other team in the university athletic association of the philippines for the last two years running. those who know me — and i mean really know me — will understand why. to the others who don’t know me nor care to know me, they never will.

i know for a fact that i know much about sports — enough for me to be confident that my sports IQ is way above average, and certainly much higher than that of the casual (or poser) fans who are only around when it’s hip to be so.

having said the above, it irked me much when a bunch of ignorant alums from my university decried my supporting the feu tamaraws and insinuating that people from my school may have been paying the officials to determine the outcome of certain games in my alma mater’s favour.

to those who raised hell and never came back — such was their ugliness, stupidity, and depravity, really — i was decried as a traitor of the institution. one degenerate, completely ugly asshole with an equally assholic girlfriend who happens to be my colleague, thought he had the moral obligation and superiority to call me out for it by launching the nastiest diatribes against my person in cyberspace. (to him i say ’til this day:  fvck off. believe me, every time anyone sees you and your patron pumba-lookalike around school, they all know the only thing you’ve got going for you is your money. your trophy girlfriend is as flat-chested as they come with a big nose to boot. repeat after me: you’re ugly as hell and your girlfriend makes olive oyle look sexy. yes, i’m a bitch and prettier than you both combined. and you know it.)  the d1ckhead thought he knew better english than me and displayed his ignorance by [sic]’ing me in cyberspace. and other alums, being the shallow, small-minded cretins that they were (one even writes for gmanews online — when i saw her name, i balked… and then realised she didn’t know squat about sport, not one iota), agreed and cried to have my head on a platter. what a bunch of sorry asses. 

all this in the wonderful world of facebook, where there are no real faces, only farces.

i can’t wait for the day when the asses of those half-witted haters get a royal kicking. and it will come sooner than they know it.