


I've hated soccer all my life. Ever since I was little, I would complain about it every time when grown-ups watch it. The never ending back and forth without scoring, the many anti climatic attempts at the goal, ad of course, as a child, I can't understand the frustration of limiting the use of upper lim in this sport... just simply not my cup of tea. Recently, as stupid as it sounds, our fool's ball games have made me to be more appreciative about the game, the collaboration of getting just the right angles of attack, and the adrenaline after scoring a goal is truly a special feeling. Then, real assignments came in, that we're to shoot Mr. Beckham. I initially thought about profiting from this shirt, I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But somehow the righteous soccer god intervened, and I loved this gift brought back from Madrid. Thanks to Patsy, Nils, and of course, David Beckham. Oh yes, and, for those curious minds, my first autographed object is a ticket stub to Orange County's Disney Land, signed by Mikey.