Okay, thinking back to that UAAP Season 78 women’s volleyball finals, Game 3 specifically… man, that was something else. I remember the build-up was intense. Everywhere you looked, people were talking about Ateneo vs La Salle. It felt like the whole city just stopped for this one game.
I made sure my schedule was totally clear that day. No errands, no meetings, nothing. I remember telling my friends, “We HAVE to watch this together.” So, a few of us gathered at my place. We got snacks ready, found the best seats on the couch. The anticipation was crazy high. It wasn’t just another game; this was it, the decider.
Watching the Actual Game
Getting the TV turned on and finding the channel felt like part of the ritual. Once the game started, we were absolutely glued to the screen. You could feel the tension even through the TV. Every single rally felt super long, every point scored felt massive. We were yelling, jumping up, groaning… the whole roller coaster.
- The serves seemed extra powerful.
- The digs were just unbelievable sometimes.
- You could see the determination on the players’ faces.
It went back and forth, you know? One team gets a run, then the other fights right back. That’s what made it so gripping. You genuinely didn’t know who was going to take it until the very end. It wasn’t just skill; it felt like pure heart and willpower out there on the court.
When that final point landed, there was just this explosion of noise – from the arena crowd on TV, and definitely from us in the living room. It was just… wow. A huge release of all that built-up tension. Didn’t matter who you were rooting for, you had to appreciate the fight both teams put up.
After it was all over, we just sat there for a bit, kind of processing what we watched. It felt big. Definitely one of those classic games you talk about later. Totally worth dedicating the afternoon to. Just a raw, exciting display of volleyball. Good times, good memories tied to that specific match.
