Is there any sport greater? [Soccer, maybe? Rugby?] These girls and guys of the WNBA/NBA are truly remarkable athletes. True, they might not have the toughness of Rugby or Ice Hockey players. They might not have the bulk and dominance of American Football players, or the uncompromising hand-eye coordination of Baseball players. They, however, exhibit some of the greatest athleticism, ever. They have incredible reflexes, bar none, except maybe for Table Tennis players.
Now, you might think I’m only saying this because I like basketball – hardly. I’ve played, or at least tried to play, most sports. Like every other Kenyan, I would imagine, I’ve played lots of soccer. I played TT when I was younger, as well as Badminton. [I lost every time in the latter.] In addition to numerous athletics which I was mostly forced to participate in, I pole-vaulted, and was quite good at it, I daresay. More recently, I’ve tried out Tennis, Squash and American Football. [Don’t sleep on Football now – it requires split-second precision and extreme physical exertion as I learned the hard way, while at the bottom of a pile-up spitting out turf.]
I’ve never played any other sport as intense as Basketball, and that’s the truth. To excel in it you really must be on point, mind, body, soul, spirit and most importantly, attitude. You must convince yourself that you own the court and are better than anyone else on this side of the solar system. You must be able to think while you execute, execute while you think. You damn near must have ESP [or is it ESPN?] to visualize the plays before they happen and while in the middle of a maneuver, you might have to change that maneuver, all while hanging in the air for all of a second. And you think hitting nothing but net 20 feet away is easy just because Ray Allen makes it seem so effortless? Hardly. I’ve also seen some of the most horrifying injuries while on the court: compound fractures, knees and elbows bent backwards, noses and jaws busted, etc etc. Personally, I’ve damn near ripped fingernails off [as recently as this past weekend] and sprained ankles and stuff. And they call it a non-contact sport. Yeah, right.
This Playoff season is especially exciting coz the underdogs are making some serious plays. I damn near lost my mind tonight when the Mavs won in game 7. They totally deserve it. I’m right now watching the Suns play the Clippers. As much as I like the Suns, I wouldn’t mind if the Clippers won coz they’ve been in the Lakers’ shadow too damn long. The Suns got that on lock tho, sorta like the Pistons did on Sunday. I’ve no doubt the Suns will win – put money on that.
Despite my enjoying the playoffs, I must admit I’ve been extremely scarce lately, to my friends especially. It also doesn’t help much that since switching departments at the gold mine [or is it the coal mine?] I’ve been extremely swamped, not to mention that I need to sweet-talk I.T. into giving me internet access. [I.T. acts like they run the company, don’t they? Can’t hate tho, coz they really do.]
So to all my peoples out there, I always have mad love for you, every last one of y’all. Special shout-outs , in alphabetical order, [imma try, anyway] to BET, A1, Mr. A., Carol, Char, Ciiku, CK, D, Danc, Kacu, G.R., J, J-Dub, Jo, Joan, Marie, Mark, Molly, Monica, V^6, Paula, Ura, Nate, crazy-ass Nick, QB, Sam, Shaw, W. [a.k.a. Dub], & Wams. [Congrats again girl.]
D, good looking out, constantly checking up on me and stuff. I appreciate it.
Shout outs too to all my bloggers in regular [or not] correspondence – you know I’ve got nothing but love for y’all.
Watch out now; the old >d® will be back in vull vorce before too long. Keep it right here.