Tuesday, November 06, 2007
~ 11/06/2007 07:04:00 PM ~
Gao Xing: “I thought I have forgotten the sensation that is used to flow through my body during basketball matches. It is a sense of flying, and it transcends everything else.”
----MVP Valentine
Since it was a Chinese drama, here is the original version:
高兴：“我以为，我已经忘记了在球场上那种自由自在，超越一切飞翔的感觉。”
Hoop today.
Kirk and I reached Bedok CC first. The badminton player was coaching me basketball while waiting for the rest to come.
We played half-court. On the other half, an old man was playing basketball. Okay, I’ll come to that later. Anyway, we mainly practiced shooting and lay-up. Nat came at nine plus, producing a second ball from his bag, and followed by Jia Wei, who carried a third ball. Four of us played three balls, and then Nat and I versus Kirk and Jia Wei. Our MEP tried wind mill style lay-up; We played until we were tired and Yi Heng came.
A father and his son, okay, or a guy and his younger brother – I am not sure about their relationships, because the guy was quite young for a father and was fairly old for a student. Anyway, while Nat, Kirk, Jia Wei and I were sitting on our balls (oh, one of us got no basketball, so one should be sitting on the ground), the big guy, the small boy, the old man I just mentioned before and Yi Heng, were playing hoop on the other half of the court. Guessing we would not have much fun to play among four of us, we decided to join them.
I thought we could surely win them easily, but during the game, they showed their toughness. Although all of us were going all out, we still bear in mind that one of our opponent was a sixty-year-old, and one was a primary school pupil. However, the “father” was as powerful as a bull and we all had a bit difficulty to deal with him. Still, I discovered that when he got the ball that accidentally slipped away from my hands, I have already entirely forgotten about the bull thing, but to try everything possible to compensate for my mistake. And sometimes I did succeed. Nat, Kirk and Jia Wei tried all their best to catch up the score, since the old man has developed a habit of reminding us the scores whenever someone scored. Similarly, cursing was in favour with the “father” when the ball missed the basket, or the badminton player intercepted his ball – nice one, Kirk.
We soon played with four secondary school students who just came. Ten minutes after the start of the game, I have known that among these people, there was one fast-dribble-r. And all of them were really good at passing the ball. Energy was running out of us; the new comers were winning. Still, having a good three-point-line-shooter, a rebound-er and an all-round basketball-er, we were catching up with them. Facing the fast-dribble-r, all we could do was to rebound the ball after he laying-up. The badminton player did everything he could to acquire the ball so that Nat could be able to shoot from outside the crowd. We played until twelve thirty, when exhausted Dota player, MEP, badminton player, Chinese orchestral instrument player and I left for Macdonald’s.
