That's the way it goes

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Well, they came up with 10 things i hate about you, then it was 7 things. I guess i felt like i had 7 things to say too. Or maybe more. I was talking to Sister Jasmine, no, not sister as in the sister-act sister nun, but sister as in blood i-share-your-DNA sister. I was telling her, if she read any of it, how much i've fallen head over heels. Before you ask the oh-so-typical "who", you might want to change your train of thought to "what". I've confessed, out of all people, to her, that deep-down-inside feeling. The one that gives your tummy the butterflies? I spilled the beans on my affair with Floorball.

I could list a santa-clause list and watch it roll to the floor. But the thing i love most about Floorball can't really be summoned by one word. To me floorball can't really be described. Actually, maybe floorball can be summarized in one word: Undefinable.

From that first very first touch, it sort of compels you. There is that very strange calming vibe about playing. And after you play, you just can't stop. I think its the most addictive sport i've played. Then again, i wouldn't really know what isn't addictive.

The things i love about Floorball?

1. That anxiety-before-a-storm feel. It gives you the butterflies. You're sweating bucket loads of cold sweat before you even step on court. The adrenaline rush. The blood pumping, heart thumping, its gives you that rush.

2. That rush when you play. The porous pores you inherit from all that training. I like the feel of sweat. I feel cleansed. Not in a good-smelling way. But it gives you great comfort in knowing you're now CLEANER. And also perhaps healthier and an eon lighter.

3. The sister-brother-hood. In the spirit of the game we are mortal enemies on court. Outside we're all one. Same inherited love for the game. Just different appearances in different costumes. The hey-great-game salutations even if we didn't quite win it kinda blends into your normal speech.

4. The semangat-ness it brings out in us. The thrill of playing. The thrill of watching a game. That cheering syndrome i've got? Blame it on Floorball. Its a good thing my tonsils are strong. It comes with the years.

5. Of course we have to include my best friend into the list of why-i'm-having-an-affair. My camera. The trusty bulk. I get to take shots. And of course they get better with age. That is if my nimble fingers don't sag on me. I just love the in-motion shots. (Yet to be perfected)

6. And of course, like in every other sport, they have their own advantages. Cough

Maybe my list wasn't that long after all. But it sure felt like there was alot to say. Maybe cause i just don't know how to summarize it. Because it inevitably isn't possible. Perhaps this is still part 1.

You know what, you're all probably scratching your heads over this post. I suggest you get some anti-dandruff shampoo, grab a floorball stick and hop on the wagon. Once you've played you can't stop. Though girls, pretty often have a very short attention span and would preferably pick shopping over sweating. Typical. Staying power not quite there yet. But that will improve with time. It should improve with time. But like they've said it time and time again, no pain, no gain. Practice makes perfect and the right attitude takes you miles. Literally.

Floorball isn't just a passion, its my life.

Disclaimer: my life probably just has too much in it right now. LOL