Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Played the first match with the Signals team for the Inter Formation Basketball Tournament this morning. Mixed feelings I get after the match. First of all, I was given the number 23. I guess it's personal issues lah. It's Jordan's number, and somehow I felt I had to play a good game to live up to this number, for all those watching me play. I guess I had a good game, considering the fact that I had sunk in a total of 12 points. Still, it wasn't good enough to win the game as we lost 48-52.
After the game, I sat down and thought about the whole game. Basically the world came tumbling down at the start of the third quater lah. There was too much 'should-have'.
I probably should have sounded out that it would be better for me to play the forward position, which I'm more familiar with. I was being pulled to play the point guard.
I should have given instructions to place someone at the high post to facilitate the ball movement, when the opponent was playing half court man-to-man defence.
I should have isolated myself to go for more points and break through their defence.
I should have been more selfish to go for another buzzer beater at the end of the third quarter, to bring the score line closer.
I should have given the opponent a taste of my chicken wing so he will stop pulling my jersey.
Too many things that I felt I could have done. I thought there were so much more I could do that would help the team. But when I was playing in the PG position, perhaps I had too much things going on in my head that I lost the instincts that I normally would have possess. I always think that a PG is someone so important in the game that when he is able to perform what he is expected, he could probably bring the game to a higher level. But I guess I don't have the capabilities to do that lah. No vision, no ideas to immediately counter the opponents, and definitely no ability to control the pace of the game.
I don't know. Though we lost by a mere 4 points, I thought we were considered lucky to have lost the game by ONLY 4 points. Then again, I could have done something more to actually turn the table.
ARGH.
I heard people chanting "Jordan! Jordan!" outside the court when I made the second buzzer beater and brought the game to a 6 points lead at the end of the first half. Felt great at the moment. Felt utterly lousy at the end. LOL. Ok lah those people were BingHan and Herman lah. But still... Haha.
No point crying over spilt milk. I'll just have to buy another packet.
Dear Confidence,
I'm not asking you to come back to me. I want to know where the hell are you so I can go and KICK YOUR ASS AND FUCKING HELL MAKE SURE YOU STAY WITH ME! CHEEBYE YOU WANT TO GO MISSING YOU BETTER FUCKING HELL DON'T LET ME GRAB HOLD OF YOU! I AM SO FUCKING HELL GONNA EAT YOU UP THIS TIME!
Pui! Pui! Pui! Pui! Pui!
Yours Sincerely,
ZX
