Heartbreaking: UP loses to UST in painful fashion
These are the moments when, not only the hearts of the UP Fighting Maroons are tested, but also the hearts of their fans, who witnessed not just another loss, but one that pushes the dagger a little more deeper into the chest.
UP had it as much as 14 by the 3rd quarter. The two Reyeses teamed up for a pulsating performance that, had it been sustained with good defense, would have ended with another win for UP. But giving up as much as 90 plus points to an opponent who was barely halfway that score 17 minutes earlier meant only that defense was sorely lacking.
And thus this loss.
When UP lost to UE last Thursday, I never felt as downtrodden as I am now. UE had the experience of winning it in extensions of regulation games, and that fact sort of consoled me as the Maroons lost. I was even telling a churchmate who goes to UE, “Dapat lang na manalo kayo… nakakahiya pag natalo pa namin kayo.”
But this loss to UST will not be a jarring reminder we all will eventually forget after a little while. Just before the game, I never had the expectations of winning: just play their A-game, and I’ll be fine. And, yes, they did play their A-game today, with all of the treys and good plays coming in one after another. They led by as much as 14, a gap that we haven’t experienced in a long while. All the guys were clicking in their offenses, and they really had a good performance.
But, somehow, good performances don’t always win games.
Don’t get me wrong–I am still a Maroons fan, and will always be. It’s just that, between the period they had a 14-point lead, and at the expiration of the clock, I’m still sadly figuring out what happened.
But, as what I have said, as a true UP Maroons fan, I stayed on watching that game slip away from Coach Aboy’s hands… and from ours as well. I shut the TV off and went straight to the PC to blog about it.
Somehow, now that I am typing this last paragraph, I’m feeling a whole lot lighter than 10 minutes ago. It was heartbreaking, yes. But heartbreaks ought to be taken as teachers, for both the players and the people who support them.
After all, these experiences ought to bring us back to the only two words that matter: UP FIGHT.
And we shall, come round two.