Of sports n holiness

So yesterday we went to play basketball at DUMC. One of our regulars at the Bukit Kiara court that we play at invited us over on the pretext that it was some sort of competition or league thing that was a recurring event every weekend, and that the level of competition would be quite good.

On the contrary, much to our dismay, we saw some pretty unfit people there, and some middle aged men. Anyway since we were there, we decided to play anyway, just not as hard as we would normally, in order to preserve our bodies so as not to pick up necessary wear and tear, but just treat it as a workout and exercise.

Soon more athletic and younger players showed up, which provided a little bit more stimulus. At any rate, after we won our games, a couple of people came up to us and kept commending us, praising us, and kept asking us back to play more, and wanted to know where we normally plied our trade and whether we were DUMC members.

To which I and Kenny proudly replied, “No we are from FGA”.

Smirk.

Pause.

I think that isn’t very Christian behaviour. But I make no apologies today because they really started getting on our nerves. It was bad enough they hacked us left right and centre, bad enough they held onto us, elbowed a bit too violently, called touch fouls and even managed to turn normally mild mannered Darren into a pissed off angry Darren. Even Jinn started calling fouls and when I saw the ball pried off him by some guy who basically just used brute force to reach in and haul out the ball from Jinn’s arms after he had pulled down the rebound, it was just too much. I think they really didn’t exhibit very sportsmanlike, sporting or Christian behaviour at all. It was appalling that they could call themselves so despite turning into desperate-to-win at all costs school kids who were not above schoolyard bully tactics.
And after that I saw the men driving off in their expensive BMWs and Audis. Well, the upside I guess is that I hope they at least give their fare share in tithes.