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// April 5th, 2007 // Rant

I was watching the Tyra Banks show recently, and one time the topic was “players and the girls who love them.” As someone who’s generally easily attracted to athletes, being a sports lover myself, I was drawn into the episode. There were three girls there who were considered as “groupies,” people who patiently wait just to get a glimpse of their favorite player(s) after each game and even dated them sometimes. So I started wondering: Am I a groupie too? God, I hope not!

See, my school’s basketball team won a championship in a prestigious tournament. However, they lost most of their games in different leagues after that. I still supported them, cheering them on whenever my schedule permits. Events of late made me paranoid, because I did hang out & wait to take pictures with some of “them,” sometimes. Time went on until they themselves have been inviting us to watch their games, allowing us to ride with them on the team bus. Hell, even the coaching staff know us now. I see them as humans, not as unreachable celebrities. These guys on the team are actually genuine, and are fun to hang out with. We have a blast with them. What the hell is wrong with that?!

As the show went on, I realized: I am NOT a groupie. I don’t force myself unto “them.” I don’t patiently wait outside their dugouts just to take a photo. I was friends with at least half of them before they became “household names” or whatnot, one was even a childhood friend. I supported them sincerely, win or lose. I do not date or sleep with them, nor intend to. They are my friends, schoolmates, classmates, and I am damn proud of what they do and are capable of doing. So for anyone who keeps nagging on that I’m a groupie, a desperate fan, or someone who is “feeling close,” shut the f*ck up. I don’t care anymore. I just hate being judged as desperate or easy, because, well… I’m NOT. And neither are my friends.

On a lighter note, I did watch a basketball game with my friends Steff & Vanessa today. The game was almost won, just one second left and the opponent sank a basket in, 79-77. Damn, haha. In case you were wondering, yes we did hang out with “them” afterwards, but what the hey. It’s already a given, we were invited, we’re not hurting anyone, and we did have fun. Yayyy. Happy day (as I want to believe it to be).

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