Rien à dire...

Yes I am breaking my silence again and coming back...so many things on my mind and at the same time, so little to say! Wanna take a peak inside? Here it is:

Pain, fear and inability...that's all my basketball is about now, the only heart warming thing is the rebound...something that I have missed for a while that I have totally forgotten about...nostalgic memories of the past, memories that are lying under a thick layer of dust, memories that I seldom refer to e.g. the feeling before and after each game...you know which games! Will it come back tomorrow? and if yes, will it help me or degrade me? I don't know... A late afternoon practice at a worn and dusty gym at IUST in the east of THR with guys...my guys, my buddies...man we were having the time of our lives....top that with milkshake and sandwiches on the way home...so long ago, so great, so unreachable! ...A dear friend and one-time brother who is so distant now, I wonder what...hell I don't know, I don't care, he's definitely in his "Ether" floating around, he gets by...seems like our bond who felt like a gigantic steel bridge just fell apart, did it? I don't know...Was it because there was no base to that? Noooo, well, you see...ehh...I don't know...

Like I said before, so many things to say and nothing to say at all, I'd better close the lid now as the head may explode due to overflow of I-don't-know-what!

The flu game...The utmost inspiring

Premise: 1997 NBA finals, Chicago Bulls v. Utah Jazz

With the series tied at 2-2, Bulls traveled to Utah for a decisive game 5. Jordan woke up in the middle of the night, shaking and sweating and vomiting with the flu. While trainers doubted he would play and he actually needed an IV at halftime, Jordan played 44 minutes of 48 and scored 38 points, 15 in the 4th quarter plus 7 rebounds, 5 assists, 3 steals and 1 block to win the game at 90-88. In the beginning, he was quite pale in the game and didn't have much energy to perform, this led to Utah taking a 16 point lead in the 2nd quarter...at home! But he came back and by doing so and putting up those brilliant numbers, he displayed the utmost inspiring sport performance that I have ever witnessed in my life.

I remember this game clearly even though it's a while ago, waking up very early in the morning to watch the game live at a friend's place who was not that much into basketball with Turkish commentators! "His Airness" was not simply in this world, he was so sick and from the look on his eyes, he seemed as if he didn't see anything around him nor had the energy to do anything about him. Everything he did originated from pure instincts rather his will as he was floating in his own time-space.

Now I clearly remember one game that I had to battle through gigantic migraine headache during a game with our fierce rivals, a low scoring game that we lost sadly 44-48! I remember how painful it was to force myself to play hard, to not letting my guys down and above all to win while I was not functioning normally. Even if everything is fine and working 100%, it takes a little more than that to win. What MJ did at the flu game, against all odds, was far beyond any man's imagination, only a true "Über-Man" can accomplish that.

Midday prayer

"Shine on forever
Shine on, benevolent sun

Shine down upon the broken
Shine until the two become one

Shine on forever
Shine on, benevolent sun

Shine down upon the served
Shine until the two become one

Divided, I wither away
Divided, I wither away

Shine down upon the many
Light our way, benevolent sun..."


Thank you Reverend Maynard!