The other day, we were at the game. I just remembered my thoughts enough to blog. And we were standing but the people were tall and chunky, I could not really see much of anything. Therefore, I was standing behind this person in a small room either he was an official or a technician during the games he would mend something or at least sit in the room. The room is this really small box and it is transparent, so I could stand behind and catch a glimpse of the game.
The atmosphere was intense. People were cheering. And they would go from vulgarities to politiness in their manner of speech, or should I say cheer. Sometimes it was funny sometimes it was mean. And yes, one could definitely laugh, you know what for be so critical of the game. But I just felt they were all so trapped in their world and it was kind of bitter resentment all translating into this energy in the game.
But before that, let me tell you what make me think this way. So this man sitting in his small box, when there was a goal he hardly even flinch, goal for either side, he never once blink. And those students next to him they were the exact opposite all gone wild. Like that was the heaven dropping. And right before me this stark contrast just frighten me beyond words I was so captivated by it. This old man had prob seen so many of these games they made no sense in his head his coldness in comparison to the vibrancy of the young spectators send chills down my spine. It was cold blooded.
I couldn't enjoy the game anymore. I felt that, at that point, that was the representative of life. And I realised there was no running away from it. The foolish screams and trying-to-be-funny insulting cheers that they made against the goalkeeper from the other team just did not seem right. It seemed crueled. For once, I understood a game is a game and more than the game is human comrade. I am not communist. I just felt like something sank. Now that is depressing.
