Ok, I’m the stupid blogger I mention in the title, and admittedly, most (but not all) of the stupidity of the said exchange came from my end. I’m really not all that comfortable writing about this, but this is the kind of crap I write about anyway, and it’d be weird if I didn’t write about it, so why not.

It all started innocently enough with this tweet from Noli Eala:




I decided to have a little fun with it and posted this:



Then things escalated quickly. He replied. I took a shot. He hit back. I responded. It got heated. And then just like that, it was all over.

I was largely amused by the whole thing. Part of me can’t believe that he was wasting his time replying to me, which I thought was HILARIOUS. After all, I run a blog during my downtime from work; this whole endeavor is really just an excuse for me to think and write about the most stupid things, like how Allan Gregorio is like Val Sotto without the Mr. Suave stache.

He, on the other hand, runs the national basketball federation, in charge of the day-to-day coordination of all the programs involving the country’s favorite sport. It’s a very important job. If I were in his place, I think I’d be smart enough – despite all my stupidity – not to bother wasting my time responding to me.

Which brings me to the favorite part of our exchange: Ironically, all this crap started after he tweeted that he was not petty, and he was “better than that.” I suppose there’s no better way to prove that you’re not petty than by getting into a stupid fight on Twitter.