Seize the day

Nov 16^th was the day of my coming back to the court. Finally! Kak Deb and the girls had emailed me two days before so I had no loop hole to escape. After 2 years without even thought about it, slowly I moved my legs around the hole and swang my hands to shoot the ball into the basket which seemed to be higher from the last time I played. The first exercise was not bad at all. I was succeeded in dribbling the ball without loosing it. Though officially I did no point shooting, I enjoyed it.
The bad news was that it would be the last exercise before jumping freely (and shamelessly) to a basketball game invitation @ Britama Arena on Nov 18^th. Of course there was no chance that we could win our first game. Compare to the rival team, we just looked like a bunch of pom pom girls who happened to run all over the court then be beaten by 6-20. It was a luck that our team could still walk out the game alive. Haha.
Wow. How I love basket! First, it is always fun and enjoyable. I get some long life best friends until now. Second, it is something I know better among a very few things I know. It is like riding a bike. You won’t forget all, you just need some flashcards to get your touch back. Third, it saved my life during a hard period of being a flat, bored, and plain teenager. I practiced 5 days a week from 3-6 pm and got a physical training for 2 hours once a week. I didn’t care even I knew everybody knew that I was not so good, that I would have no further hope in basketball; so I kept practicing. All the exercises and games kept me busy from doing anything else. Like going out on a date. Like having a boyfriend. Like hanging out @ the club or shopping around the malls. So, it wasn’t my fault that I had no boyfriend during high school, that I never had a date at all, that I never joined my class mates @ the club, and that my left hand fingers were still more than the frequency of me hitting some big malls in my hometown.
I love the game. I love the air. I love the girls : Kak Deb, Eka, Kak Lina, Kak Santi, Cica, Rina, Maria, Ira, all.   I love 76ers. I love Reggie Miller. I love them all.