I’m A Sore Loser!

SPOILER ALERT!!!

AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was hoping the rumors weren’t true. I was hoping the Sony commercials conspiracy theories weren’t true. I was hoping the alleged spoiler leaks weren’t true. Well, apparently they are. Marc and Rovilson lost spectacularly to Singapore’s Adrian and Collin. It was theirs to lose, and so they did. I could almost hear a communal national groan of disappointment from every Philippine household during the final roadblock. Call me O.A., but I felt a physical stab in my heart (on Valentine’s too!) when the eventual loss was irreparably inevitable. What killed me were 2 things: one, that they tripped on the very last roadblock and two, that they arrived first at that very roadblock and did so poorly that they managed to finish last. I refuse to write off my disappointment as a jingoistic rant by a disgruntled Pinoy. I have actual reasons why I don’t like the Singaporeans. I don’t really buy the “good guys” persona of Adrian and Collin. I think they’re devious little smartypants who have more guile than they’d like to betray. I particularly didn’t like 2 things that they did: one, when they elbowed their way into a taxicab that the Pinoy boys got to first, and two, when they tailed Marc and Rovilson on the dune challenge, instead of just doing their own thing. Strategically smart, but quite devious for supposedly “good guys”. Frankly, I’d rather have the sisters win. It was tough because we’re talking months of emotional investment here (especially for couch potatoes like me who take reality TV a little TOO seriously) – think being blue-balled for months only to be told there would be no relief. But, oh well, strike it up as another lesson on “good guys don’t always finish first”, “life isn’t fair”, “everything happens for a reason”, “it ain’t over ’til it’s over”, and my personal favorite, “shit happens”. You just gotta hand it to Marc, who probably wanted to neuter Rovilson on the spot, but managed to empathize with the poor guy who probably does feel worse than all of us combined. Even if Marc knew all the flags, he was wisely beyond finger-pointing since that serves no purpose anyway. He simply comes out sparklingly as a fierce competitor with admirable sportsmanship. Unlike me, who still happens to be beating my chest and pulling at my hair. I swear, I’m such a sore loser…

Okay, now that TARA 2 is over, it’s officially time to stress about…