Tower Of Babel

You know, I just dreamt that I was playing badmington in this tournament. I used to play badmington lots when I was younger, though just for fun, and I used to fancy that I was a respectable “D” level player (Thats the lowest level in the league) and that if I worked at it, that I could advance up in the league.

So last night, in my dream I tried out playing in a tournament. Do you know what happened? I played like crap! I was missing lots of easy shots, I was flailing at air with my racquet. I found that while I had a good idea of where the shuttlecock was, I couldn’t reallly see it. The lights on the court were just too damned bright and my eyes were not what they used to be.

I played a singles match (knockout) against this guy and I got creamed. I went off court feeling a bit depressed, and I grabbed a soda, then I heard that I was in a doubles match immediately following! (it was a dream, I tell you!) I didn’t even get to drink much more than a gulp before I was back on court, running hard and flailing away at the air, always near to where the shuttlecock was, but still, always missing. My partner and I lost that game too. Did I mention that this was also a knockout game? Well, it was. I was effectively out of the tournament!

Anyway, at the end of that game, someone came up to me and asked me if the lights were bothering me. I told them that they were. They then loaned me a pair of those sunglasses, you know, the silvery ones they have nowadays that block a lot of glare but that you can see through very easily?

They then arranged for me to have a “warmup” match against the guy I had lost to in the doubles match just played. I know, I know, if we had just had a game, why would he need a warmup match, right? I don’t know why! It was just a dream!

Anyway, I played SO MUCH better it wasn’t funny! I was getting to the shuttle now, making great returns to all corners, over the guy’s head, dropshots, everything! I still didn’t win, but it was a really close battle, so much so that the crowd gave me a lot of applause! I guess they were cheering for the underdog, you know? After I almost won lost that third match, I woke up. You know what I was thinking? “Lawd! Even in my dreams I am getting old! Cho man! Now even my eyesight is going!”. (n)

Have I ever mentioned that the very, very first time I met Natty, I was eleven years old? No? Well, yeah, its true. She was sister to Nicolette, who happened to be a friend of one of Ciya’s friends, Sharie. They came over to my house one day, and I was out on the front lawn playing badmington with someone, I think it was Seven. Natty hung out on the lawn with us, chatting and watching us play. She even took a turn with the racquet herself too, playing against me.

I didn’t see her again until I was about eighteen, but that is another story, one I am sure I have written about, somewhere back in time on the Mad Bull’s Blog. You can go search for it if you like. I will too, just not right now.
Talk to you later, my peeps.

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