"Hey! Look what I found outside! A bubba of beer . . ."
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This past weekend was the weekend of my highschool alumni basketball tournament. A 3 day affair, where I came out of retirement, strapped on my aircast, laced up my addidas, and resumed my seat on the bench. Sure I played a little, but, I spent the majority of the tournament watching from the sideline. I'm not complaining mind you. I'm just informing all of you loyal readers (okay, you Dave and the select few in the AUS) about what I did.
The reason I attend every year is to meet up with and hang out with all the alums. If playing basketball was an actual issue with me I would play basketball with Chew and his secret basketball posse or I'd register myself into the "Flip League" (Filipino Community Basketball League). Of course I'd rather shoot myself. As much as I like basketball, I don't enjoy playing the sport too much. While my heart may be there, my skills ain't. As I told Matty that weekend, "I make up for my lack in skills with my propensity for violence." So basically, I'm a grinder and I'll hurt someone if the situation calls for it. A habit that can be dangerous when all those Filipino gangsta wannabes from highschool are all grown-up and probably packin' some heat or a shiv.
But I digress. I enjoy the environment of the alumni tournament. There was literally decades worth of tradition present on that campus throughout those three days. Everyone there, some with there families, enjoying themselves. Sure it was a bit of a jock fest. As much of a jock that I was/am, any reference to comics or Britcoms and my weird guy status is cemented yet again. Woo hoo!!!
Also, when you mix grads from an all boy Catholic school and 6 kegs of beer, the level of craziness is immeasurable. Oh my. There were Valhalla-esque levels of alcohol consumption. The former assembly now dubbed "The Alumni Room" was like a banquet hall for beer. It was like the embodiment of "The Man Show". That is except for the lack of females. So it was just like highschool. Although, this time around we were allowed to drink. Beer. The answer to all your questions. Questions like, "Why does my body hate me this Sunday morning?" or "How come I behaved in such a manner lastnight?" or "Why did I leave my black hat with Ian Strand on Friday at the English Metal Night BZZR Garden?"
Oh yeah, the level of basketball was intense. That is to be expected when the tournament comprises of individuals who've competed in provincial championship tournaments at the junior varsity and varsity level in high school, collegiate level sports, and even some in the professional ranks (Asia and Europe). The only prize at stake was bragging rights until the following year. Which is a lot to these people. This has only increased exponentially with the addition of an award commemorating the champions. But of all the players in the tournament, I was impressed with the play of my teammates. To be more precise, the guys who haven't played competitive basketball since JV, which is also the year we won the provincial championships in a Cinderella run. Again, I digress. These guys (Clem, Tabby, Tsakumis, & Omar) played probably their best basketball in years. Clem was a solid high post. Tabby's heart brought us back from a deficit in the semi's to tie the game and force an overtime. Tsakumis was our undisputed starting point guard. Omar was best "Worm" out there. As for me, my play sucked as per usual. I got my rebounds. I totally missed my free throw shot. I was par. I didn't huff and puff as much as I did last year. That's a plus. But then again, I didn't play too much.
We lost in the semi-finals of the tournament. It was close mind you. Heck, Tabby forced an overtime. But we played poorly in overtime. Everyone kept forcing 3-point shots. Shots that weren't getting in all game. We should have kept driving to the hoop and forced them to foul us, but hey, what do I know. As a result, we drowned our sorrows in the 6 kegs of beer waiting for us.
Due to the structure of the tournament, my first game was Thursday evening. Since we won, our next game wasn't until 9am Saturday morning. With this day off from basketball hijincks I attended the ESS Metal themed BZZR Garden held in MASS. This also happened to be the last BZZR Garden to be held at MASS for the school year. To commemorate the occasion I adorned my old METALLICA shirt, my jeans, my now missing black one size fits all hat that I've owned since 1997, and let my hair down.
The evening started off on shaky ground when Kalen couldn't get the iMacs in the AUS office to play his PC burnt MP3 disc of metal tunes. Remembering my failure of a BZZR garden earlier in the year, I helped out in trying to alleviate this dilemma. After some feebled attempts at troubleshooting by me, I eventually an iMac that would play the disc. Yay Ulrich!!! Did anyone else see the irony in that? No? Nevermind.
So metal night was in full effect. I began the evening by double fisting Jack & Coke. Not a good omen. It was a nice small gathering. The attendance eventually increased with the end of the final UBC Improv show. But it was still a pretty low key evening. I guess it was a good thing there were VC grads there to aid in the depletion of the keg.
As the party ended and the MASS was more or less cleaned up, I departed for home. I also left my hat to the care of Ian Strand. Seriously, have any of you seen a black hat laying around the office? I hope my hat doesn't wind up the same way as my lighter. Again, last seen in the possession of Ian Strand. So if anyone sees my hat or Ian Strand adorning a black hat, please leave said hat in my inbox in the office.
So yeah, I attempted to take transit home. Instead of taking the #17 to Granville, the #9 to Commercial, and the #22 to 41st, I passed out in said downtown bound bus and politely asked to depart by the bus driver. Good thing for me my buddy Jon was downtown and I warned him I may venture there to get a ride (he lives down the street from me). So I'm drunk, half awake, and disoriented in downtown Vancouver. He was at Gyoza. I mistakenly walked in the opposite direction. Thank goodness we both had functional cell phones. I finally rendezvous with Jon. We headed back to Gyoza. We then go to the casino so he can get his gambling fix. Unable to stay awake, I found a chair to pass the eve . . . err . . . morning away. I finally got home around 4:45 am. I had a basketball game at 9am. I think I may have still been drunk at game time.
After the tournament, was the weekly ACF Poster Party, followed by the official beginning of "Summer Soccer". The poster party was enjoyable. I even drove to campus. I was initially teamed with Matt, Ian K., and Krista to poster Buchanan. However, Scott and Ida were in need of a vehicle to cover their area, and neither could drive. Hence, in a blockbuster trade, I went to the Ida-Scott Connection for future prospects. Now a wheelman for the nefarious duo of Scotty & "I"d, we embarked for the science buildings, Thunderbird rez, and whole Fairview Crescent area. We found a few places to put posters up, but, not a lot. We either could not get into buildings or needed permission to up a poster by the front office. That was bad. The opportunity to drive my van and shake my rustiness, good. Upon returning to ACF HQ, Ida and I made some poster thingy. A poster thingy that would not be used due to a change in plans.
Next was soccer. Not directly to soccer though. I had to drive all the way back home in East Van for my brother to use the van. Which made me an hour or so late. Yay for me. And after all that hassle I still had to wait for him to "get ready" and he then hit me up for gas money I'll never benefit from. If he's so sick of spending his dwindling money supply on maintaining the van, there is one simple answer: STOP DRIVING THE GODDAMN VAN. I'm not goin' to feel sorry for a guy who drives my van and makes my life more difficult in the process. All I know is that when I get a place of my own, he ain't allowed inside. He'll probably make a mess, eat all food, steal my underwear & socks, and never leave.
Anyway, I finally get to soccer. Too bad my 2 days of drinking were taking effect on my body. Lets just leave it at that. I then played horribly (sensing a pattern much?) at soccer. I'm grumpy, annoyed, bloated, and I was unable to cut loose because if I were mobile I'd be in trouble. Shots were getting in left and right. C-Nut called me "Chew" and I dropped my gloves and was ready to jump the fucker. I don't care. I was having a shitty day and I would have jumped him. I could already think of a few popular submission moves to test out on him. To give an example, one move is called "The Cattle Mutilation". I finally had to stop playing. So I crossed 49th to try to use the restrooms in the church. It was closed. The fucking church was closed on a fucking Sunday. The hell? So I come back dejected and really needing to go. The game gets called since my bodily functions were refusing to listen to me and Graham had to leave. That would have left 3-on-3. Yeah I know, low turnout, but, people have exams, papers, work, and hangovers.
If anyone's interested, it's a simple game of pick-up soccer that is open to anyone. It's fun, free, and you get to play soccer. The details are as follows:
It has begun. Summer soccer, that is.
Here are the details. They may change in the future, but for now, this is
what it is:
Date: Every Sunday
Time: 12 noon - 3pm (or whenever)
Location: Jameson Elementary (North side of W 49th Ave, between Cambie and
Oak)
As usual, it's an open invite, so anyone who wants to play is welcome.
Get that? Good.
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Anyway, it is time for me to get ready for the final AUS Council meeting of the year and the launch of "The Atlas" (the history journal from the students of UBC, for the UBC community & beyond, by the students of UBC). Hope to see everyone there. There will be food and refreshments (at the launch that is [History Lounge in 12th floor of BUTO @ 3pm]).
Later Days.
End Transmission.
This past weekend was the weekend of my highschool alumni basketball tournament. A 3 day affair, where I came out of retirement, strapped on my aircast, laced up my addidas, and resumed my seat on the bench. Sure I played a little, but, I spent the majority of the tournament watching from the sideline. I'm not complaining mind you. I'm just informing all of you loyal readers (okay, you Dave and the select few in the AUS) about what I did.
The reason I attend every year is to meet up with and hang out with all the alums. If playing basketball was an actual issue with me I would play basketball with Chew and his secret basketball posse or I'd register myself into the "Flip League" (Filipino Community Basketball League). Of course I'd rather shoot myself. As much as I like basketball, I don't enjoy playing the sport too much. While my heart may be there, my skills ain't. As I told Matty that weekend, "I make up for my lack in skills with my propensity for violence." So basically, I'm a grinder and I'll hurt someone if the situation calls for it. A habit that can be dangerous when all those Filipino gangsta wannabes from highschool are all grown-up and probably packin' some heat or a shiv.
But I digress. I enjoy the environment of the alumni tournament. There was literally decades worth of tradition present on that campus throughout those three days. Everyone there, some with there families, enjoying themselves. Sure it was a bit of a jock fest. As much of a jock that I was/am, any reference to comics or Britcoms and my weird guy status is cemented yet again. Woo hoo!!!
Also, when you mix grads from an all boy Catholic school and 6 kegs of beer, the level of craziness is immeasurable. Oh my. There were Valhalla-esque levels of alcohol consumption. The former assembly now dubbed "The Alumni Room" was like a banquet hall for beer. It was like the embodiment of "The Man Show". That is except for the lack of females. So it was just like highschool. Although, this time around we were allowed to drink. Beer. The answer to all your questions. Questions like, "Why does my body hate me this Sunday morning?" or "How come I behaved in such a manner lastnight?" or "Why did I leave my black hat with Ian Strand on Friday at the English Metal Night BZZR Garden?"
Oh yeah, the level of basketball was intense. That is to be expected when the tournament comprises of individuals who've competed in provincial championship tournaments at the junior varsity and varsity level in high school, collegiate level sports, and even some in the professional ranks (Asia and Europe). The only prize at stake was bragging rights until the following year. Which is a lot to these people. This has only increased exponentially with the addition of an award commemorating the champions. But of all the players in the tournament, I was impressed with the play of my teammates. To be more precise, the guys who haven't played competitive basketball since JV, which is also the year we won the provincial championships in a Cinderella run. Again, I digress. These guys (Clem, Tabby, Tsakumis, & Omar) played probably their best basketball in years. Clem was a solid high post. Tabby's heart brought us back from a deficit in the semi's to tie the game and force an overtime. Tsakumis was our undisputed starting point guard. Omar was best "Worm" out there. As for me, my play sucked as per usual. I got my rebounds. I totally missed my free throw shot. I was par. I didn't huff and puff as much as I did last year. That's a plus. But then again, I didn't play too much.
We lost in the semi-finals of the tournament. It was close mind you. Heck, Tabby forced an overtime. But we played poorly in overtime. Everyone kept forcing 3-point shots. Shots that weren't getting in all game. We should have kept driving to the hoop and forced them to foul us, but hey, what do I know. As a result, we drowned our sorrows in the 6 kegs of beer waiting for us.
Due to the structure of the tournament, my first game was Thursday evening. Since we won, our next game wasn't until 9am Saturday morning. With this day off from basketball hijincks I attended the ESS Metal themed BZZR Garden held in MASS. This also happened to be the last BZZR Garden to be held at MASS for the school year. To commemorate the occasion I adorned my old METALLICA shirt, my jeans, my now missing black one size fits all hat that I've owned since 1997, and let my hair down.
The evening started off on shaky ground when Kalen couldn't get the iMacs in the AUS office to play his PC burnt MP3 disc of metal tunes. Remembering my failure of a BZZR garden earlier in the year, I helped out in trying to alleviate this dilemma. After some feebled attempts at troubleshooting by me, I eventually an iMac that would play the disc. Yay Ulrich!!! Did anyone else see the irony in that? No? Nevermind.
So metal night was in full effect. I began the evening by double fisting Jack & Coke. Not a good omen. It was a nice small gathering. The attendance eventually increased with the end of the final UBC Improv show. But it was still a pretty low key evening. I guess it was a good thing there were VC grads there to aid in the depletion of the keg.
As the party ended and the MASS was more or less cleaned up, I departed for home. I also left my hat to the care of Ian Strand. Seriously, have any of you seen a black hat laying around the office? I hope my hat doesn't wind up the same way as my lighter. Again, last seen in the possession of Ian Strand. So if anyone sees my hat or Ian Strand adorning a black hat, please leave said hat in my inbox in the office.
So yeah, I attempted to take transit home. Instead of taking the #17 to Granville, the #9 to Commercial, and the #22 to 41st, I passed out in said downtown bound bus and politely asked to depart by the bus driver. Good thing for me my buddy Jon was downtown and I warned him I may venture there to get a ride (he lives down the street from me). So I'm drunk, half awake, and disoriented in downtown Vancouver. He was at Gyoza. I mistakenly walked in the opposite direction. Thank goodness we both had functional cell phones. I finally rendezvous with Jon. We headed back to Gyoza. We then go to the casino so he can get his gambling fix. Unable to stay awake, I found a chair to pass the eve . . . err . . . morning away. I finally got home around 4:45 am. I had a basketball game at 9am. I think I may have still been drunk at game time.
After the tournament, was the weekly ACF Poster Party, followed by the official beginning of "Summer Soccer". The poster party was enjoyable. I even drove to campus. I was initially teamed with Matt, Ian K., and Krista to poster Buchanan. However, Scott and Ida were in need of a vehicle to cover their area, and neither could drive. Hence, in a blockbuster trade, I went to the Ida-Scott Connection for future prospects. Now a wheelman for the nefarious duo of Scotty & "I"d, we embarked for the science buildings, Thunderbird rez, and whole Fairview Crescent area. We found a few places to put posters up, but, not a lot. We either could not get into buildings or needed permission to up a poster by the front office. That was bad. The opportunity to drive my van and shake my rustiness, good. Upon returning to ACF HQ, Ida and I made some poster thingy. A poster thingy that would not be used due to a change in plans.
Next was soccer. Not directly to soccer though. I had to drive all the way back home in East Van for my brother to use the van. Which made me an hour or so late. Yay for me. And after all that hassle I still had to wait for him to "get ready" and he then hit me up for gas money I'll never benefit from. If he's so sick of spending his dwindling money supply on maintaining the van, there is one simple answer: STOP DRIVING THE GODDAMN VAN. I'm not goin' to feel sorry for a guy who drives my van and makes my life more difficult in the process. All I know is that when I get a place of my own, he ain't allowed inside. He'll probably make a mess, eat all food, steal my underwear & socks, and never leave.
Anyway, I finally get to soccer. Too bad my 2 days of drinking were taking effect on my body. Lets just leave it at that. I then played horribly (sensing a pattern much?) at soccer. I'm grumpy, annoyed, bloated, and I was unable to cut loose because if I were mobile I'd be in trouble. Shots were getting in left and right. C-Nut called me "Chew" and I dropped my gloves and was ready to jump the fucker. I don't care. I was having a shitty day and I would have jumped him. I could already think of a few popular submission moves to test out on him. To give an example, one move is called "The Cattle Mutilation". I finally had to stop playing. So I crossed 49th to try to use the restrooms in the church. It was closed. The fucking church was closed on a fucking Sunday. The hell? So I come back dejected and really needing to go. The game gets called since my bodily functions were refusing to listen to me and Graham had to leave. That would have left 3-on-3. Yeah I know, low turnout, but, people have exams, papers, work, and hangovers.
If anyone's interested, it's a simple game of pick-up soccer that is open to anyone. It's fun, free, and you get to play soccer. The details are as follows:
It has begun. Summer soccer, that is.
Here are the details. They may change in the future, but for now, this is
what it is:
Date: Every Sunday
Time: 12 noon - 3pm (or whenever)
Location: Jameson Elementary (North side of W 49th Ave, between Cambie and
Oak)
As usual, it's an open invite, so anyone who wants to play is welcome.
Get that? Good.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Anyway, it is time for me to get ready for the final AUS Council meeting of the year and the launch of "The Atlas" (the history journal from the students of UBC, for the UBC community & beyond, by the students of UBC). Hope to see everyone there. There will be food and refreshments (at the launch that is [History Lounge in 12th floor of BUTO @ 3pm]).
Later Days.
End Transmission.
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