Alaska Aces Rock!

Don't know who the Alaska Aces are? That's ok. I didn't until 2 days ago either.

After an exhaustive 35 minute shower mentally penning different ways that we, Team Beloved, can better promote said beloved, I wanted her to pick a basketball team to support and start attending games.

The country is gripped by basketball fever as the Quarter Finals commence for the Philippine Basketball Association or 'PBA' and billboards of the various players adorn freeways, flyovers and the side of buildings throughout Metro Manila.

We headed out to MOA (Mall of Asia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SM_Mall_of_Asia) to meet my beloved's younger brother and his girlfriend of indeterminate age, background, profession, education or hobby because she doesn't speak.

During lunch I made small talk and asked about the basketball finals. Beloved's younger brother pounced on my question and was proud to inform me that his girlfriend's uncle was in fact the manager of one of the quarter finalist teams, the Alaska Aces.

"We have heaps of tickets" said beloved's younger brother.

"Really?!", I asked, "that's great!". "What is the seating like?" (by 'like' I meant the position of the actual seats and not the comfort level. This should be obvious to most but no doubt one of you will nit pick).

"Behind the players", he matter of factly said.

"Yes...but how far behind?" I enquired.

"Like, the next row behind" in a very Avril Lavigne sort of tone (chuck in the 'what.ev.er' and you will get the picture).

"Oh, that is good" I replied.

(I trust every one enjoyed the verbatim recital of the conversation. I have a friend back in Melbourne who I will, for the purposes of this blog and to protect his anonymity, call him Masan Trinivasan, who has a penchant for describing stories verbatim.)

Anyway, with that we are now proud supporters of the Alaska Aces. I don't know a thing about them but I intend to make a whopper of a scene at the games so the camera keeps floating our way and beloved gets that little bit more attention.