I am better off without sports

During my stay in working women’s hostel there was this cricket match between India and Pakistan and every single boarder was stuffed in that small TV room to watch the match. India vs Pakistan cricket matches were always treated like a war during those times. And superstitions would run high. I wasn’t any better. I am usually all worked out and would keep shouting for each and every ball and my blood pressure would increase as and when the second innings come closer to the end. But this time what happened was, I had to use the restroom too badly in between the game. So asked my roomy to hold my seat very close to the TV and went up to my room (in the first floor) and when I was walking down back, there was a huge shout. I came running only to see a wicket gone and Pakistan was batting. Every wicket was considered a victory. All good right. Except that everyone looked at me with a strange expression and I knew what was to come. And when there were no wickets for a few more overs, one of the girls asked me to go up to my room and come back again. I knew it was just by chance but if that would help India win in any crazy way, I was all for it. So I went up and stayed for a few minutes and came back down and there it was, another wicket. Coincidence? yes. Bad luck for me? yes, Did I care ? No. So, again after some time they asked me to go up. I did that till the match ended with India winning in all glory. That was the most patriotic thing I have ever done for my country (apart from paying my taxes in time without cheating). All the other girls went for a victory walk around the area chanting ‘India’. Yeah, why not. They were glued to their seats when I had to walk up and down all through the 3 hour game. They had to pay their dues for the country right?

 

During a T20 match (much shorter version of the One day cricket matches), myself, my brother and my mother were watching it and my favorite team CSK (Chennai Super Kings) was playing that day and it was a finals. If my voice sounds loud during the matches, that is no match for that of my brother’s. And we three are almost alike in our screaming during these matches , something my father really really hates. He saw the match for sometime and our voices got to him and he went, closed his room and went to sleep, calling us from time to time to keep it down and low. My first niece was almost 6 months old then and my sister in law was holding her. When the last over came in with a very close call, the shouts increased along with the volume and when we won, we screamed (literally, I think those were the few times I screamed) at the top of our lungs. My niece jerked up from her deep sleep , looked at us and then went back to sleep. My mom, who did not scream but was still very enthusiastic with the win , scolded us for waking her up. I am sure that the person at the end of the road would have heard us screaming at the ungodly hour. And we all got an earful from my father the next day.

 

Recently, during my Goa trip, we were in a restaurant during a RR (Rajasthan Royals) vs CSK match (T20 Teams of India actually). I was trying hard that time to resist myself from watching those matches, because they were giving me some sleepless nights. But that day it just started during our dinner time. I am a HUGE fan of CSK. And my friend who was sitting next me was taunting me that CSK were going to fail. I told him not to provoke me and started to watch the match. There was another family there with a very small kid in the group who was rooting for RR. He saw me commenting on CSK and cheering them up and gave me the stinky eyes. He was a quiet kid, but the more my voice increased, much to the amusement of my friends who were with me (and I was sitting there with a broken ankle), the more he became vocal about his team. Suddenly it became a match between me and that kid about who is cheering their team better. My friends had a good time at my expense. And you know what the sad part is? CSK lost. The kid looked at me and did a fist pump at the end and all this happened without the knowledge of his family sitting so close to him (they were in their own world) . The nerve of  that kid 🙂 My friends couldn’t stop laughing for quite some time.

 

And this year, I have refrained from watching any match at all and I have been successful. I am not a silent game watcher. I don’t have to know the technicalities of the game to enjoy it. And I sort of do it with quite a passion which I always thought was very uncharacteristic of me. So I decided last year (thanks to that Kid to some extent) that I will take the route of Hermione.

 

“That’s the trouble with Quidditch,” said Hermione absentmindedly, once again bent over her Rune translation, “it creates all this bad feeling and tension between the Houses.” 

She looked up to find her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary and caught Fred, George, and Harry looking at her with expressions of mingled disgust and incredulity on their faces.

“Well, it does!” she said impatiently. “It’s only a game isn’t it?”
“Hermione,” said Harry, shaking his head, “you’re good on feelings and stuff, but you just don’t understand about Quidditch.” 
“Maybe not,” she said darkly, returning to her translation again, “but at least my happiness doesn’t depend of Ron’s goalkeeping ability.”