Love the game, break the heart, forget the play....
Well since everyone is one game mood these days especially since the world cup fever is increasing the heat exponentially, figured i could do some reflection on a likewise situation as well. As I watch 20 players run accross the field chasing after a ball while another 2 chase it away as it approaches just made me wonder. What is so great about this game that people all around the world are crazy about it. The answer didn't dawn to me, but my best shot would be its the desire that comes out of enjoying the game. We see how people jump with joy, including the fans when one team trimphs over another, while we see how the defeat break tears of others. Honestly that's what I call passion.
Ever wonder how people will react when they have to give up their passion??? I wonder what the heck Shearer is doing now that he has hung his boots. What about Roy Keane...Not that I am keen of him but just that he hung his boots way earlier than Shearer. Sort of came by unexpectedly. I wonder what Bergkamp gonna do.. What about all those retirees??? People like Neil Webb...As age catches up with them they are forced to halt their game... Thus there goes their love...All they could do is to talk about it...But never feel nor show it... I wonder how people like Ronaldo gonna go by it.. Even Batistua is benched as he ages. Early signs that he is gonna have to nail the wall to hang his boots as well... Ironic isn't it...They play so well...They give their heart to it..When they go down...they are like in a battlefield...The fight with all the might they have and yet no matter how good they are, they are no match for time... As time moves on so does their physical structure which cannot provide the same speed or strength for them to keep going on...Eventually they have to give up and make way for the younger generations... And the cycle continues...
Like I said ironic isn't it, what we love, we have to loose. Now as I mentioned a couple of times, I aint a football fan. Not really...I am just joining the crowd and passing my time thats all. The real reason was because I too have a game I love...Badminton. People who knew me close enough will know that I love that game very much. I am not an extremely talented player. But I still play for the love of the game. No matter who I am up against, I would give my best. Running and throwing myself across the court just to get a hit on the shuttle cock. I really enjoyed the game very much. No, I didn't give up the game cus age caught up wif me. I am still young. But the real reason being cus my arm got dislocated. Doctor said it is minor as the dislocation can easily be pushed back to the origin. Every time during the game my arm will dislocate at least once. And all those time it was only the pain. It is momentarily, but will deffinitely take my life away. But without much care I will continue back to the game... Then came one day when I needed to hang my racquet as the doctor advised me to go for complete healing... I was playing as usual and again the incident happened and this time my bone really came sticking out. I saw with my own eyes one side of my skin is buldging out. The pain was nothing like I've felt before. It was painful but I kept hitting the buldging area and by force pushed it back to replace the displacement... After a while I could lift my hand again, but I was too terrified to play the game. Consultation with the doctor just made it worse. He asked me not to touch the game for a couple of months.... And so I did, I wne tot Uni, tried to play but gave up cus people there each and every one of them can beat me in 0. So I guessed they wouldn't wanna waste time wif me, plus I dont wanna interrupt their wonderful game. Furthermore it could do me good with my complete healing process....Took me couple of years before I picked up the racquet again. But horror has the most gracious way to strike fear into many... I played again with couple of colleagues back at where I work.... One smash, and the pain I came back. I writhed in silence, didnt show any emotions to any of my friends. Toned down my game....well my arm gave away anyway. I mean after few years of complete cut out, to return back to the form was just not an overnight task...And now I am burdened with a pain... What else can I do, but to seriously consider giving up the game without looking back...
Well yeah maybe my story may have sounded sad, but then hey it aint end of life matter...As much as I love it, it is just a game at the end of the day.... I started playing squash...It was similar to badminton so I got the hang of it quite fast and the best part is that I never felt that pain ever again... But then I have to give up even on that game for other reasons...Well guess sports wasn't exactly meant for me...
Can you hear it...echoes of realmz....
Ever wonder how people will react when they have to give up their passion??? I wonder what the heck Shearer is doing now that he has hung his boots. What about Roy Keane...Not that I am keen of him but just that he hung his boots way earlier than Shearer. Sort of came by unexpectedly. I wonder what Bergkamp gonna do.. What about all those retirees??? People like Neil Webb...As age catches up with them they are forced to halt their game... Thus there goes their love...All they could do is to talk about it...But never feel nor show it... I wonder how people like Ronaldo gonna go by it.. Even Batistua is benched as he ages. Early signs that he is gonna have to nail the wall to hang his boots as well... Ironic isn't it...They play so well...They give their heart to it..When they go down...they are like in a battlefield...The fight with all the might they have and yet no matter how good they are, they are no match for time... As time moves on so does their physical structure which cannot provide the same speed or strength for them to keep going on...Eventually they have to give up and make way for the younger generations... And the cycle continues...
Like I said ironic isn't it, what we love, we have to loose. Now as I mentioned a couple of times, I aint a football fan. Not really...I am just joining the crowd and passing my time thats all. The real reason was because I too have a game I love...Badminton. People who knew me close enough will know that I love that game very much. I am not an extremely talented player. But I still play for the love of the game. No matter who I am up against, I would give my best. Running and throwing myself across the court just to get a hit on the shuttle cock. I really enjoyed the game very much. No, I didn't give up the game cus age caught up wif me. I am still young. But the real reason being cus my arm got dislocated. Doctor said it is minor as the dislocation can easily be pushed back to the origin. Every time during the game my arm will dislocate at least once. And all those time it was only the pain. It is momentarily, but will deffinitely take my life away. But without much care I will continue back to the game... Then came one day when I needed to hang my racquet as the doctor advised me to go for complete healing... I was playing as usual and again the incident happened and this time my bone really came sticking out. I saw with my own eyes one side of my skin is buldging out. The pain was nothing like I've felt before. It was painful but I kept hitting the buldging area and by force pushed it back to replace the displacement... After a while I could lift my hand again, but I was too terrified to play the game. Consultation with the doctor just made it worse. He asked me not to touch the game for a couple of months.... And so I did, I wne tot Uni, tried to play but gave up cus people there each and every one of them can beat me in 0. So I guessed they wouldn't wanna waste time wif me, plus I dont wanna interrupt their wonderful game. Furthermore it could do me good with my complete healing process....Took me couple of years before I picked up the racquet again. But horror has the most gracious way to strike fear into many... I played again with couple of colleagues back at where I work.... One smash, and the pain I came back. I writhed in silence, didnt show any emotions to any of my friends. Toned down my game....well my arm gave away anyway. I mean after few years of complete cut out, to return back to the form was just not an overnight task...And now I am burdened with a pain... What else can I do, but to seriously consider giving up the game without looking back...
Well yeah maybe my story may have sounded sad, but then hey it aint end of life matter...As much as I love it, it is just a game at the end of the day.... I started playing squash...It was similar to badminton so I got the hang of it quite fast and the best part is that I never felt that pain ever again... But then I have to give up even on that game for other reasons...Well guess sports wasn't exactly meant for me...
Can you hear it...echoes of realmz....
posted by devilwitattitude at 1:21 PM
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