10:58:00 AM
Bleah.
I'm getting to dislike squash more and more. It's really getting on my nerves. My previous match just summed up my frustration at this ridiculous sport. So, I was playing against Bryan Nah. I'm not playing these selection matches to get into the B-Div team this year, cos if I do, then I will most probably jepardise my chances of getting a place in Foster. So, simply put, my main intention is to screw everything up for the seniors; also known as playing for pride.
Bryan Nah is a sec 4 with this huge swing. As in huge. Its like he's trying to recreate the Niels Bohr theory of electron shells (is it niels bohr?) and the Neutron of the "atom" is the squash ball. Haha. Thats a false analogy, but seriously. He swing is proportunate to his size. Vertical size la, not the alternative. So, as you all know, I'm not actually very tall compared to Bryan Nah. I'm only 1.7something and he's probably 1.8++++ (note the excessive +s) However, size is no measure of skill hahaha so cliche remember Winston Churchill bleah.
Anyway, I was doing quite well, despite the fact that I played two long games against other seniors in the span of 1.5 hours. That may not seem like alot, but believe me, after your first match, it is hard to drive with the same power as before hahaha. Get a car engine to drive more consistently; argh that is lame. Anyway, I was doing very well, and I only lost the first set 9-7, coming from like, 8-2 behind.
Now the drama unfolds. The second set was another tight affair cos it was do or die for me. Actually not really die, but I just wouldnt have any screwing effect on him. Anyway, we messed with each other and hit the ball super super hard (I drive very hard haha) and the suddenly when the score was 5-5, he used his Niels-Bohr-Electron-Shell swing and whacked my wrist. So it was like dam pain (theres still this red line). So after that I couldn't return for quite some time, so he was up 8-5. Then I thought **** screw this stupid **** (when i'm frustrated, i get really really angry. Its just such a frustration sport.)
So I went into a frenzy and started driving just above the tin and well, just ram and unleash the anger. And guess what? The score was 8-8! At 8-8, we couldn't make much headway, and the score stayed like that for at least 10 minutes. I probably served about 10 times and he did too. Ok, so here's where tragedy strikes. When he hit the ball, I immediately went for it, but guess what? He apparently made this especially large swing on this occasion and whacked my stomach like.. extremely hard. You can imagine how painful right. And the worse thing is that he got a bloody stroke, so the score was 9-8 to him, **** it. It was so painful that I couldnt even reach the next serve, so I lost. 10-8 fricking shit.
So the last set was like, a washout, you cant fricking play squash with your stomach and wrist in severe pain. I lost 9-1, not much to say, except ****.
Well, its not Bryan Nah's fault. Its probably fate, since tragedy involves some kind of fate. Well, screw it.
