Yessir here’s another basketball (and therefore OT) post – a sure enough sign I’ll never be a problogger if I ever saw one. (but then again, who cares)
Ok so our record now is 1-1, I just came back from the gym an hour ago after our victory. The league continues next week.
Both our games have been pretty close. Yesterday we lost by five and today we won by four (I think). Funny how I almost never remember the margin whenever my teams win but when we lose, I have nightmares about the number of points we lost by, almost like it’s chasing me around with a knife in my dreams (I’m serious).
Which basically explains what kind of night I had yesterday. After we lost, I mumbled a few things to my boys (players), congratulated the winning team and coach, and pretty much made skidmarks to the house, partly because I was hungry as I hadn’t had dinner yet, and partly because I couldn’t stand it.
Let’s face it, I’m a sore loser. I’ve always been, and probably always will be. Inasmuch as I’d like to think maturity has caught up with me even a little bit at the tender age I am now, I hate hate hate losing.
I never even thought about it, thinking mostly of getting my boys to play better ball. Losing, and consequently, the realization of losing struck hard and surprised me. Like always, I never considered it a possibility, so it was wholly surprising and not to mention, unwelcome.
I’m glad we won tonight, but I gotta tell ya I’m still sore about the other night. Did I say this is a fish out of water situation? Well I’m on the beach, flapping my fins and my gills are gasping for air (water?) like crazy. It took a whole 40 minutes of moping around the house last night (when I got home I lost my appetite) before I realized there was a game after us I should scout, and so I went back.
Ah well anyway, the truth is, from experience, I won’t forget the losses. Those things tend to stick out. Fortunately, there are other things I tend to remember too, like a conversation with this little kid who was sitting beside me as I watched another game earlier:
- Kid: Kuya, kayo yung susunod sa game na to kuya?
Me: Oo.
Kid: Kahapon din naglaro team niyo kuya?
Me: Oo.
Kid: Anong oras kuya?
Me: Yung pangalawa kahapon.
Kid: Ah yung green team kayo kuya?
Me: Oo.
Kid: E di natalo kayo kuya?
Me: (hesitates, glances at him, looks back at the game.) Oo.
(Silence, as if he’s thinking about it for a second.)
Kid: E di mamaya babawi kayo kuya?
Me: (smiles) Oo.