I still feel the electricity running thru me. That's why it took me a minute to compose myself and blog about the event. So I apologize for the delay. Clutch, though.
Alright, the story went like this: Marc, Martin, Kris and Mackie got stuck in traffic - you can just imagine the congestion along Cubao - While I, on the other hand, was waiting for them at the Big Dome.
It was 5 minutes till showtime when the boys showed up. We rushed the turnstiles, blitzed the crowd, and ran full speed inside Araneta, only to realize that we were at the WRONG LEVEL!
So we stormed down the stairs, tackled the security, and ran at top gear! At this point the bass were already banging, the crowd was going bananas, and we were running at 200 kph. We spotted our port, and in true BLACK MAMBA fashion, we made it... A nanosecond before they shot the pyro.
CLUTCHNESS.
This, my friends, is what it means to be a fan. Braving the traffic - vehicular and human, stopping time, running at the speed of light just to see Kobe Bryant. The show was short, but sweet nevertheless. I hope that means Kobe will be back for more.
The event was electric (ah, did I say that already? Well, it truly was). Nike Philippines really knows how to throw a party! It was a dream being there... Surreal... It felt good... Something spiritual, actually.
Like our dude Mong said, how often can you see Kobe that close... And how much would your seats at Araneta cost at Staples? Gospel truth preached.
So with that said, I would like to take this moment to thank everyone who made this possible for me:
Nike Philippines (Sir Tony, Miss Mae, everyone at swoosh city),
Titan (Raoul, Dennis, the family... Thank you for the love), and
Marc (I owe you, pare!)