It's only a game, I'm not bearing the colours of my school or nation, it's just a club, but it's my life, and our pride.
The pain of the defeat shook me right down to the bones. All my head wanted to do was droop and stare pointedly at the ground, all my eyes wanted to do was stare straight ahead. All I felt, was anguish for not playing a good game, for missing those damn rebounds, for losing my goddamn head in the game.
After complaining the entire night away, the weight was lifted and knots were undone. And I started to focus on the good and look forward again.
But I was very very sad, don't remember feeling this sad over much else.
I can never find meaning in the phrase, it's just a game.
I went off @
2:28 AM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009