Somehow losing to a school other than DLSU doesn’t hurt as much. Getting stuck in traffic driving out of Cubao actually helped. By the time I reached Sharm’s house, the heavy feeling had lifted.

My own postgame analysis? Our players didn’t want to rip the throats off of the other players; the game was too civil, not a drop of blood..no flying elbows, no open trash talking..it was as if the game was just a Sunday chess match between the two coaches..a far cry from the bloodbath our team got used to during the semifinals. Hate helps, hate’s good. We should learn to hate sometimes…