Gah! I am so tired… I’m in so much pain…
Why, you ask? I mean, I hope you do. You seem nice, after all. Okay, I’ll tell you.
Have you heard of a thing called the Halo effect?
It is basically why women forget about the pain of past pregnancies and choose to have another child.
If you think about, it is the entirety of Domino’s business strategy. The remote possibility of some remnant of a happy memory will draw a customer back is the only reason they are still in business.
Now, you see, I love playing basketball. The thrill, the joy, I can hardly put it in words. And that is basically what I am supposed to do, right?
So, anyway, I haven’t played much over the past few months. Hardly any since I hurt my knee in May, and definitely none since I moved in July. I have been back to the gym and on the court, though. Nonetheless, the feeling of a real game is not something you can ever emulate in any solo drill.
As it would turn out, I had forgotten quite a few things about the game over these months.
I am still good at making passes, which is a relief in itself, but getting into spots where I can receive passes was something with which I really struggled tonight.
And my defence, in general, was just abysmal. Like, for the first few possessions, I seemed to have no idea where to go or what to do.
Luckily, I am a quick learner, and apparently an even quicker relearner. Within half an hour, I had improved drastically in every aspect.
That is when it hit me; I had forgotten the most important thing about basketball.
It hurts… Hurts like hell… Hurts like a hundred nails being hammered into my shins… Hurts so much that I have been whining about it for the past four hours!
Of course, it is not like that will stop me from going back, tomorrow evening.
Yeah, it will hurt, but it will be worth it.
Well… At least as long as I don’t break my knee, or my shoulder, or my ankle, or something new.