Haven’t blogged for a few days and this is just a quick one before my head hits the pillow. I’ve been pretty busy- went back to the Naturopath (now that deserves a whole post of its own…which I will attempt to do justice soon) and I’ve been trying oh so hard to motivate myself to study…and I’m struggling.
Tonight I scored a basketball game for my brothers- and the crazy thing is that I’m now experiencing really tight chest and stomach pains which I had no sign of before the game. I’ve never felt so tense watching 10 big guys sprint around a court crazily after a little ball. I’m also not sure I’ve seen quite such an abundance of sweat in awhile either!
But anyway…there I am scoring and I couldn’t sit still. I was leaning forward, then back, then forward- I’m surprised I didn’t jump out of the jolly seat! Every time someone looked like they were gonna come crashing to the ground (which was a lot) my stomach did flips and I didn’t notice until the end of the game that my whole body was cramped up as if the ball was about to land on my head.
It was a tense and exciting game and I knew players from either teams. It was funny to watch- everytime my brothers would jump up to defend the guy on the other team we knew they’d kinda jump towards him, then lean back suddenly cos you could tell they didn’t wana hurt each other but at the same time needed to slam the ball out of each others hands with enough force to make the floor shudder. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn’t. At one stage by complete accident my oldest brother swiped at the ball to get it out of the other guy’s hand but got the angle of his swing wrong and sent the ball straight up into this guys face! :s
It reminded me of the years and years of Basketball I’ve played and made me realise that perhaps I still have a little bit of white line fever in the blood- competition brings out my most un-friendly and not very pretty side. I’m glad it wasn’t me on the court playing against my friends. Both of my brothers are great basketballers- and unfortunately they know how to rub people up the wrong way on a court by being too good at snatching the ball out from underneath the unsuspecting victims. But the good thing is- the second we got out to the car to go home they were transformed back into their lovely gentle selves and all the anger from the game had gone.
Anyway…off to bed now. Still feeling tight chested and tense 
Maybe I should pop some valium next time I go to score!
