Some time ago, I had earned a new nickname on the basketball court; Werewolf.
This was mainly because of my hairy appearace (long wild red hair and a beard).
A few months ago, after I got a haircut and started shaving more regularly, people stopped referring to me as such. Today—it appeared—I do earn that name, but for whole different reasons than my hair…
Today didn't start off all too well. I couldn't sleep last night, and when I was finally about to fall asleep late in the morning, people and things outside kept waking me up with their noise. Just when I had reached the point I considered skipping the night, I fell asleep, only to wake up late in the afternoon (not feeling all too well). Tired, annoyed, nervous, and a bit sick, I got out of bed and got onto my computer. I didn't really feel like playing basketball. Not quite yet.
It was pretty far in the evening when I finally got myself ready to go shoot some hoops. First I went to Bakkersplein to pick up Enrique. After shooting a couple of (rather poor) hoops, we went to Tram 2 Court to seek some challenge. To our surprise, there was nobody there either, and so we decided (after shooting some more rather poor hoops) to head to Centraal.
Far less surprised were we to see that there was nobody there either. That wouldn't set us back though. We felt like playing, and boy … did we ever.
It was one fo those days where just everything seems to work—we were shooting crazy shots (sky hooks, fade aways, etc.), making even crazier passes (around the world twice, no-look alley-oops, etc.), and mid-air moves that were just plain demented (fake between the legs, and a series of moves that don't have names (yet)). The longer we were playing, the freakier stuff we'd try, and succeed at.
Not for anything, but we were doing things you do not see in AND 1, Slam Nation, or the NBA—we did things I had never seen, or would even have hold possible to be pulled off.
Then it happend: I ran to the basket, jumped for the lay-in, and clung.
What was that? Did I just … dunk?
Sure the basket is one or two inches lower than the official height, and sure it was a pussy dunk
so to speak, but I hadn't dunked at that height for years, let alone after I ripped the ankle alignments in my left foot (which is my jump foot
) last year. The funny part is, I wasn't even going for a dunk.
A bit later, we went to the other basket (which is higher—about official height, I'd say) because Enrique wanted to see how high he could get. It appeared he could grab the basket with both hands at ease, without running. This wasn't really a surpise, but now get this; I was going to see how high I could get. I jumped, and really expected to hit nothing but air; it was just to see how many more inches I needed, but clang.
… What? No. Can't be
—I jumped high enough to grab the ring at ease. We both stood in awe.
This all felt both very good as very weird—especially considering the fact I have been playing worth crap lately; I even had my worst day ever last week. I could really use this day … heck, I needed it—it reminded me of better days, and inspired me for the future.
When we had finally rushed out somewhat (though we still had energy), we sat down at the side of the court and discussed all kinds of stuff including what had been going on that evening. I noted that dispite the fact we couldn't see the moon because of the thick clouds, it was probably full moon because we could see a big round part of clouds that was light up and looked like … well … a full moon that was covered by thick clouds. We concluded that this is where we were getting our energy from.
We then talked about some of the freaky things (ghost stories, UFO sightings, devine intervention, etc.) we have experienced in our lives (that's right; experienced—not seen, read, or heard about—ex·per·i·enced). The more we talked about it (ongoing while heading home), the freakier it got. Not only because we would start to remember things we had pushed away, but also because there started to show connections between our individual stories.
One particular thing that freaked us out is that we both talked about freaky girls,
and that the more parameters we provided, the more they seemed to have in common. They are both Hindu, are both about 17 years of age, both have been said to be possessed,
they both have shown to have extraordinary intuitive instincts, they both are the younger sister of one of our respective exes, and now get this; they have the same friggin' name! (…and no; we did not date the same girl, and no; it's not a common name—at all.) This just wasn't funny anymore.
When I got home, I told my mom about some of the weirdness of the day and asked if she knew whether it was full moon. Since she didn't know, I went online to check some Dutch weather sites for the moon day of today. Now catch this; it's not full moon, but not only is it not full moon; it's new moon. The moon is at three friggin' percent!
Enrique and I are now wondering why we had so much energy today, and more importantly; what the fuck that light was!
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Posted by: James on July 17, 2004, at 21:52
Okay.... so u belive your a werewolf because u shot a few good... sorry GREAT hoops on the night of a full moon? I wouldn't quite call u a werewolf. A werewolf is only a werewolf when u can c the full moon, not when it's coverd by clouds. Many people get certain energy when certain planets are aligned with the moon, Earth, Sun ya know. So I guess if u want u can call u'rself a were but I wuldn't. Hate to burst u'r bubble but yah.
Posted by: Werewolvesfang on December 19, 2004, at 21:56
oh yeah ur a wolf and im the queen
Posted by: dude on January 26, 2005, at 15:19
bet u did
Posted by: dude on January 26, 2005, at 15:21
Funny, when people post smart-ass comments without having bothered to actually read the entry, totally miss the point, and make a complete dick out of themselves.
No worries, though: I wuldn't call myself a werewolf, and no you didn't burst my bubble. Asses.
Posted by: ACJ on January 27, 2005, at 01:30
Um this may sound mean but don't you think that you would of felt something more besides more energetic if you were a werewolf? Also if you are convinced that you are have a friend that isn't "afflicted" and ask them to watch you on a full moon or whatever moon seems to give you energy. Werewolf means half human half wolf so if you don't even show the slightest bit how could you assume? Well thats all i have to say and your account of that day seems pretty interesting laters
Posted by: Lumos on June 3, 2005, at 13:59
You
Posted by: ACJ on June 4, 2005, at 17:30
