My brother woke up early this morning and went to the Araneta Coliseum at five o’ clock in the morning to line up for tickets for this Saturday’s Ateneo-La Salle game. He was supposed to bring Liza, our househelp, so he could get four (one person can only by a maximum of two), but we told him to get the tickets himself. When he got there, he got the shock of his life. At five o’ clock in the morning, there was already a long, long line of people. He got so disappointed that he went home and slept instead.