By all counts, I should be happy. My team won the local championship by a landslide. Brushed the competition away like they mattered no more than a pesky fly. Not once in the forty minutes that the game lasted, could the competition, if they could qualify for the word, even come close. My team played like a dream, intercepting passes like ninjas, shooting in impossible baskets, blocking the most likely shots, but none went back happy. There were no revelry when they handed over the trophy to the Commanding Officer.
Reasons, you ask? The concept of a "fair game" was tossed out the window much like a piece of waste paper. The referees, in whom the organisation placed complete and utter trust to conduct a fair and balanced game did nothing of the sort. Four, I repeat, four of my best men, with years of experience behind them, were benched. For supposed fouls, violations and what not. Blatant fouls by the opponent being overlooked, or worse yet, awarded in reverse. In a game with five men on the field, benching four is criminal.
I'm still very proud of my team. Not one protest. They only played a cleaner game. Passing with ease, scoring at every free shot, and not a word of protest to the referee. Calm, silent killers on the court they were. As a team nothing could shake us. We were the best out there. We knew it. The referees knew it. The opposition knew it. The crowd cheering us on knew it.
All in all it was nothing but a pathetic attempt by the opposition to wrangle an impossible win. I know how this post is in conflict with my previous post, "Anything for a win." But then again, despite the stacked odds, we still won. And that's all that matters.
"There are no runners-up in war."
Reasons, you ask? The concept of a "fair game" was tossed out the window much like a piece of waste paper. The referees, in whom the organisation placed complete and utter trust to conduct a fair and balanced game did nothing of the sort. Four, I repeat, four of my best men, with years of experience behind them, were benched. For supposed fouls, violations and what not. Blatant fouls by the opponent being overlooked, or worse yet, awarded in reverse. In a game with five men on the field, benching four is criminal.
I'm still very proud of my team. Not one protest. They only played a cleaner game. Passing with ease, scoring at every free shot, and not a word of protest to the referee. Calm, silent killers on the court they were. As a team nothing could shake us. We were the best out there. We knew it. The referees knew it. The opposition knew it. The crowd cheering us on knew it.
All in all it was nothing but a pathetic attempt by the opposition to wrangle an impossible win. I know how this post is in conflict with my previous post, "Anything for a win." But then again, despite the stacked odds, we still won. And that's all that matters.
1 comment:
very well written..Good Josh! Keep it up!
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