Just came home from our village basketball game. It has been ages since I last played and my body is crying out murder while I'm writing this. Perhaps time took its toll on me, but I did pretty good though. The shadow of "The Bull" showed its specter once in a while during the game. But what really capped the evening was seeing old friends now coming from different places and walks of life who took time and effort just to play in what we called a "reunion tournament" in our village. The best players from years ago came together despite their busy schedules and played their hearts out against younger and more agile players (I'm beginning to betray my age here. He he.) We lost the game but we made sure their win wasn't served on a silver platter.
After the game, all of us stayed behind in the basketball court to catch up on things, as if not wanting the night to end. Somebody brought in cold beer to to circulate as we shared war stories of how it was during the good old days. All of us felt closer than ever before. We said our goodbyes promising to see each other the soonest time we could.
It was a great a great night tonight. It made me realize that despite time and distance, real friendship is not lost but instead made stronger if rekindled in opportune times like this.
Can't wait for our next game. This old man still has a lot of game in him. :-)
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