Believe.

Down 10 points.

With 75 ticks left on the game clock.

I hoped we had a Reggie Miller on our team. Or even a TMac.

But, alas, UST, our UST, lost our prized clutch player.

Fuck. 75 ticks left on the clock. 75 ticks before damnation...

All hope lost in me. Every drop of happiness sucked from me with every drum beat and every "Retikano" cheer from the green side.

Right to rule. Yeah. Fuck. Cheat more, damn cheaters.

I thought it was all over. I thought it was another slap on UST's face, another slap that we had to take again 8 years running.

But then again, ang puso ng palaban, di dapat pinagdududahan.

The YJ in front of us was shouting, in his paos voice, "Nagawa na nila ang part nila. Gawin na natin ang part natin."

Oh well. I have to do my part then, aside from trashtalking, showing the middle finger to the green cheaters, and cursing the stupid plays of Cortez and Mirza.

It'll just take 75 ticks, anyway.

After a basket from UST, and a turnover from Tang (a good elbow to Cortez's face to wake him up). The momentum shifted to UST.

Believe. This is what I forgot to do. To believe.

Last year's Cinderalla story was all about believing, not only on the team and every point that they make, but on every Thomasian's dream and hope of winning it all.

Totoo nga sabi ni YJ. Ginawa na ng team ang magagawa nila, yun ay ang maniwala na kaya nila manalo. Kailangan din namin gawin ang parte namin, paniwalaan ang mga pangarap koponan at ng bawat Tomasino sa koliseo.

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Sobrang saya ko sa panalo na nung mga last 30 secs, tumakbo ako sa DLSU side para mag cheer ng "Go USTe!" hahaha.

In your face, cheaters! Dugas pa mga cheers nyo sa San Beda.