When I was a kid joining neighborhood ligas, like most kids it was our first chance to extend our knowledge of people outside of our circle of friends and family and be amongst people of the neighborhood. At some point, I can't remember when though, you start to realize that some of these people you'd rather do without.
Essentially what happened was, one summer we neighborhood kids wanted so much to play in a league that we started our own. We did most of the legwork (or rather, the bigger kids did), like hiring refs, renting the court dates and the most important of all - designing our uniforms. Yep, the uniforms were so important almost anything else was secondary to getting good looking uniforms.
At any rate and to make the long story short, the league took off and lots of other teams from different Barangays wanted to join in. Mandaluyong is basically segregated by the Munisipyo, that big oval in the center. We were at Plainview near an enormous plot of land housing the Mental Hospital, and teams all the way from across the Munisipyo wanted to join in. What started out as barely 4 teams ballooned to something like 9 if I recall correctly.
So anyway the league - which didn't even have a name yet and if it did I can't even remember it since it changed so often - finished up and my team ended up somewhere in the 3rd to the bottom rung. But it was well attended and fun, and it was decided that another one start on October to end around Christmas. It was out of 'our' (the original kids who set it up) hands then, a number of people joined up after and were making decisions already.
And these are the people I want to talk about, the same type of people I think inhabit the offices of the PBA today.
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