I was reading LM’s blog yesterday and the topic was on tennis. It brought back a lot of memories. Mostly bad. Like any teenagers those days, I aspire to at least excel in some kind of sporting activity.
I tried foot ball, but was hit in the face by the ball (some one bent it like Beckham). I was the goal keeper you see (I was the goal keeper because I have 2 left foot). Anyway, the incident left me all bloody in the face with a smashed pair of spectacles. Three days later my football was stolen. I took it as a divine intervention that I won’t be playing in any soccer league.
I tried tennis. I was totally inspired by the likes of John Mc Enroe (including the tennis racket smashing tantrums) and Agassi (he had hair then), Pete Sampras and Michael Chang (amazing what a guy with such tiny frame can do!). Anyway, so I signed up for tennis lessons in school. My first attempt at serving the ball had it landing onto the football field (another divine sign maybe?). Did I mention that the ball flew over the school’s double storey admin building before landing on the field? My coach walked over to me and said “Perhaps it would be better off if you stick to badminton”!
I tried badminton, I was never any good at it. A badminton related injury left me with a painful right knee joint, and it still hurts on and off.
I tried table tennis but most times I end up chasing after the ball which has bounced some few kilometers from the table. Why do they have to make the table so small?
I tried tae-kwan-do. I quit at the brown belt stage (not bad actually I think), mainly because I had more injuries on myself than any injuries I inflicted on others. I decided to follow Mahatma Gandhi’s principle of ‘non-aggresion’ then.
I tried volley ball but ended up running away from the ball every time it headed my way. The ball looked sinisterly a lot like a zooming football headed towards some goal’s mouth!
I tried basket ball but for the life of me, could never get the ball into the basket. I think the loop was too small.
I tried sepak takraw and nearly severed the lineage of my family when I once kicked the ball onto my, well,… balls!…. Ouch!
And I was lousy at athletics. I could probably kill some one (or myself) with the discus or javelin. Running was out, two left feet, remember?
That was it…my illustrious sports career! Nowadays I stick with swimming and a bit of gym. It’s a lot safer I think.
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