My Confession Box

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Today’s experience left me flabbergasted and yet too stunned in some way. Unlike the Friday’s that I had lately, I didn’t practice ball alone. I met up with my old friend SWL at our usual hotspot that we used to hang out around during secondary school, we played a couple of ball games but as the day proceeded things got ugly.

A very common scene when it comes to sports games is to see players pushing one another when physical contact is made and they start to taunt one another. But unlike the ordinary “conflict scene” that I usually encountered, something happened this time.

Bruce Bowen a player in the NBA well known for his defence but also well known for being a jackass for kicking and elbowing others. Whether a not the man is a hard working defender or he is a jackass I have no idea. But often there is a fine line between good defence and physical contacts, if you play good defence having physical contacts is pretty much expected but as long as the physical contacts aren’t those foul plays such as whacking a person on purpose or trying to injure someone I am pretty much alright with it. Wei Liang’s defence has always been bad but surprisingly he defended well today.

Well think about this, how far can an old fat guy with a skinny looking cheek o pei go? Well just as expected we did badly but despite that we still tried hard, but apparently all I can say about street ballers these days is that many of those gangsters are fucking gays who can’t take body contact. There was absolutely no foul play by us and the body contact was barely minimal. I won’t be surprised if next time if we actually hit their finger nails they might call an ambulance.

Apparently this “Gay” was so childish that he had to resort to smashing my friend’s face when checking the ball. The worst thing was that he happened to do it twice after my friend said forget about the whole matter during the first. But after he hit my friend’s face the second time, I don’t know why but automatically I picked up the ball and just when I was about to smash the ball on his face I stopped to reflect, perhaps it might not be the best decision to do so. I decided that I need not stoop so low to his level that I actually behaved like how an adult would have. I reasoned out initially and eventually threw the ball backwards and walked off with my friend.
Just when I thought gay’s couldn’t get gayer “He” approached us and continued taunting us apparently at that moment, I was sitting down with a very relax post and when he came barking I told him off like how an adult would without a single tinge of fear I was not trembling in any sense. This really shocked me because of my quiet and non-aggressive nature, I wasn’t suppose to speak confidently and I was supposed to be scared.

Although it made that “Him” look really bad but there was another thing that caused a tremor in my heart. Let’s say if “IF” that gangster wasn’t in his right mind and he actually punched my friend, what actually would happen? Ok, this is the part in which my imagination runs wild and basically it comes to a point that in such situations I cannot protect my friend much less myself. Perhaps I should take up some martial arts, it might come in handy. Likelihood of meeting up with gangsters who really pull out their punches in street courts are pretty low in Singapore, however does this apply to overseas as well? I don't know.

As we walked off to a distant bus stop, Wei Liang and I had a good chat one which we did not have in ages. Apparently, I said something rather gay but it came from the heart. That was secondary school wouldn’t have been the way it was without him. Like all other things, I always felt that certain things don’t have to be told because what matters is that as long as 2 people feel a certain way about something that’s all that matters.

Ever since sec 2, Wei Liang and I had been good friends. Amazingly we shared many common points such as playing the same type of computer games and we both loved basketball. Furthermore he was quite friendly so it was easy to communicate. Because basketball and computer games took up most of my time that meant we hanged out together really often and people started to think that we were gays ... [This is not a gay post, but the word gay seemingly appears too often.]

On my way home, a couple of thoughts resonated within my mind. Instead of bearing hatred for those gangsters, I felt sorry for them. Aren’t all children innocent? How then did we all turn out so differently?

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