Pattern more than badminton

Here i am..watching badminton..where players stretch, leap, dive..for a cock..i feel tired just by watching..

Yes, yours truly is rather tired too..having played tennis and table tennis consecutively, for 3 consecutive days..haven't been playing so 'intensively' for a while.. Now my right shoulder is feeling damn sore(even sore-er than the i-give-up-treating-it left shoulder) from all the whacking of balls..big ball and small ball..and the legs, oh the lactic acid buildup from chasing balls and children..and of cos cycling(tats my regular job)..BUT i like it..haha..i'm even 2 shades darker now(din get so dark from work..)

In the middle of typing this, i got distracted by a cry or rather, a yelp..a player stared, somewhat disbelievingly, at her racket..as though the racket had done something wrong(rather than the player holding it)

Think i've mentioned it in some previous entry..the raw emotions on the athletes' faces..to me, tat's the attraction of watching sports live in acton..A pump of fist in the air when a smash lands right on the line..the look of exasperation when the cock just tips over the net into the wrong side of the court..the determined face when facing 5 match points down..The expressions are just so genuine, so spontaneuos..

I may not be playing sports at an elite level..but I do think doing sports is one of the rare times when i can get rather expressive(running being an exception since i'm usually too breathless to talk during a run) Talking to myself, talking to my racket..i'm guilty as charged..