Mothers Day and Ass Kicking

Posted
May 10 2004

The days before yesterday, I got up early (to my standards as of late anyway) to head into town and pick up a present for my mom (the next day being Mothers Day and all). My mom has been watching Dr. Phillip (both on Oprah as his own show), and I've been joking about it (because of his accent and things), even though I understand he's saying valuable things that matter and apply to her (being insecure, living for others, etc.). Months earlier I had seen a Dutch translation of his book Self Matters while I was shopping at Club Center. I had thought about my mom when I noticed the cover. This day, I decided to pick it up.

I picked up the book, and went directly to Centraal to play some street 'ball with Enrique, Boom Down, and many others. The weather was good, and there were enough people to play five on five, but somehow it just wouldn't work out. Everybody was playing like crap (especially the best players, oddly enough) and everybody was grumpy. We did stick around for the rest of the day, but I'm not sure why. I went home feeling really grumpy and I didn't loose the feeling that day.

The next day (yesterday) I got up rather late again, but feeling pretty good. I went directly to my mom to wish her a happy Mothers Day, and handed her my present. She seemed very happy with it, and said she had guessed I'd get her the latest Outkast album. (Meh, I'll lend her my copy.)

As always, I lifted myself in some sports gear, and headed out to play some 'ball. First, I went to Bakkersplein (which was boring), and then Mikey and I went to Tram 2 Court. There were a lot of people (about 20), some of which I've played with/against before. Immidiately, I invited myself into a game. I couldn't really connect with these players — they didn't understand my passes, and they seem big passing fans themselves either. They're the kind of players that dribble the ball for a minute (not achieving anything with it... just dribbling), and then go straight ahead into traffic, and draw a foul or turn it over. Ugh. Not my kind of game.

After two or three games (that the team I was on lost), Enrique and some big guy I'd played with about a week earlier arrived. I said we'd be doing some re-arranging in teams, meaning the two new guys would be on my team, and... well that's all I cared about, actually... and so it happend.

We lost the first game (mostly because we were cold, and the opposing team had been warmed up good — it was their sixth or so game in a row), but we did show some promising things — our first ball contact resulted on an alley from me on Enrique, the next an alley from Enrique on me. (...or was it the other way around?)

The second time we got to play we'd run cold again (the team that played during our time out played very slow), and we were about to be sweaped six to nothing (we were behind by four nill). Then Enrique and I agreed to put on some serious defense, and instructed our team mates. We didn't give away any point from that moment on and won six over four.... and we were just getting warmed up.

I think we played three more games. Opposing teams never stood a chance.

It goes without saying I headed home feeling a lot better than the day before, yet somehow I couldn't sleep at night, feeling anxious and having chaos of thought.

Today, I got up late, but I don't feel too bad. The sun in shining, I wonder if I'll kick ass today. Let me rephrase that; I wonder how much ass I will kick today.


ACJ

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