Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Delayed Reaction

Man, I had a totally weird dream 2 nights ago.

Before I get into the dream, let me take you back to reality a few years ago.

My good friend Mike D, who now lives in Manila, used to study at HPU the same time that I used to as well. Now, he was quite an NBA junkie. When I came to Hawaii so many years ago, I was a football (soccer) junkie. Of course, on the ever so wordly American TV, they harldy showed any international football. Mike D and I would hang out quite often and were even roommates for a certain period of time. So, due to the lack of good quality international football, I was subjected to the bloody NBA. I felt so repressed (I had issues I tell you). NBA this NBA that...gaddamit....I felt I couldn't express myself through football and of course, after a while, I had a point to prove (oh jeez...how infantile I tell u...haha). I wanted to show Mike D that football was a worldly, more passionate sport...for the masses...the universal language (excluding US) and the the NBA was just an extension of American pop culture. Well, I got to my senses after a while and let it go.

So, 2 nights ago, in a deep slumber, this story took place:I was chilling in Ghana living a regular life, and playing football among other things. Ghana is a football crazy country. So, Mike D decides to come to Ghana to pay me a visit. I was quite thrilled that I would get to introduce him to the place where I grew up....and....I could introduce him to the culture of football....haha. So, we went to a football park where there some fellas already playing and I told him to get in there in join them. He started heading the ball, and practising, getting into the groove of the game....the brainwashing was beginning. I decided to take a walk and leave him to join the game with the lads. Then after my short stroll, I returned to the park to check things out, only to be shocked. The football park had been transformed into a basketball court. Oh no....and istead of everyone engaging in a game of using their feet to kick the ball, they were bloody throwing the ball into hoops. WTF????I don't recall what happened after that. I think the disappointment (in my dream that is) actually stopped the dream....weirdness.

2 comments:

AmitD said...

Ro, you one crazy mofo man!! Leave basketball alone goddamit and concentrate on playing with your own balls. Luckily for me I am a fan of both sports so it is ALL GOOD! I had a funky dream as well to be posted separately.

mogs said...

Rohin,

You're absolutely right in saying "getting all worked up for nothing." I realise now that I was searching for a sense of identity, which is somehwhat an example of materialism. At the end of the day, it doesn't really matter.

Amit, I do like basketball as well, but I just don't hold the NBA in very high regard.