Today's weather can also be considered very unstable, sometimes it rains, and sometimes it's sunny and hot enough to make people think the sky will rain soon. But the sky was so beautiful, it was so illusory, it seemed like an illusion.
I stood on the basketball court, stroking the basketball on my hand.
Speaking of it, how long have I not played basketball?
Since deciding to withdraw from the basketball team this spring, I have only been exposed to basketball for a little bit of time after physical education. However, during the summer vacation when there is no class ... I haven't touched basketball for almost 3 months.
The rough touch of the surface of the basketball, the weight of the basketball, the sound of wiping the board, the sound of shooting, the sound of impact ... all of which I am deeply attached to.
Because I like basketball.
In the second year of secondary school, I joined this group and started playing with boys. Later, everyone in the group formed a basketball team and began formal training.
My basketball ... has always played badly, the dribble is unstable, if the shot is not fixed, it will not hit, and I do not know how to move. At first, even the passing and receiving were weak ... well, that's it Rotten.
The only thing that makes me proud is my footwork, and I am constantly researching this technique to become a defender on the team.
How to make yourself run faster and move more flexibly; how to hide your voice and breath, silent actions, sneak attacks and assassinations; how to get rid of opponents, how to prevent opponents from scoring ...
In addition to being invisible, in fact, I am similar to the sunspot in a certain level, and my actions are mainly to help my teammates score. So every time I look at the sunspot, there is an inexplicable intimacy.
Then, because I always walked in strange steps and slammed in my right hand with the action of stabbing and stabbing like a sword, the boys began to nickname me, first called me Sword God, and then called me Wu Ni Treasury, Because my moves are very similar to the vertical steps dedicated to this game character.
I was pretty good at the beginning. The first assassination succeeded in slashing the flute behind the opponent fiercely. When he found out, the ball had fallen to the ground.
But no matter how hard I study and improve afterwards, I can't make progress, just slowly regressing day by day. Unconsciously, my body became dull and my hands and feet became rigid.
At first, I was naive to think that as long as I practice harder, my skills will improve again ...
But now I think of it, in fact, I was not expected to play basketball from beginning to end.
That set of footwork was originally developed to allow me to run smoothly in various places.
It is a very practical technique. It is neither martial arts, nor can it be used in any official competition.
It's all about running.
Well, in fact, everything seems to be a dream ... I always thought I liked basketball, but in fact I just wanted the sense of speed that basketball brought me.
"I actually prefer to run away on the street than basketball."
"I didn't have the ability to play basketball from beginning to end."
I recognized this ... Finally, I quit.
The reason why I quit the basketball team and told others is "Because I am a girl, I will not be able to play if there is a ball game in the future. Instead of staying on the court to occupy the practice space, it is better to retreat and give the opportunity to practice for a game Player. "
But the real reason is clear to me.
I want to escape.
I can't stand being weak enough to continue to stand on the field.
My affection for basketball unknowingly changed from like to burden as I regressed.
Every time I was on the field, when I tried my best, I couldn't shoot down the ball in the opponent's hands. Every time I'm on the field, I can't help, how frustrated.
Even so, I still like basketball quietly without paying attention to it, purely like it.
I like the rough feel of the basketball surface, the weight of the basketball, the sound of wiping the board, the sound of shooting, the sound of impact ...
I stopped, looked up at the sky holding the basketball.
The sky blue looks beautiful against the pale white clouds and dark green canopy.
I decided to stop playing, and the moment I quit the team, I was already breaking up with basketball.
The wind blew gently, swaying my not too long pony tail.
Well, it was the same as breaking up with the sport of cycling together with basketball.
The hand holding the ball, unknowingly patted it twice.
I won't fight the ball anymore. For myself now, shooting is the last contact between me and basketball.
Obviously, they have decided not to play anymore, but every time after the physical education class, they will habitually go to get basketball and practice fixed-point shooting ...
Is it obviously meaningless activity, or has it been kept? Isn't it like?
Yes, even so ... I still like basketball.
God, if you can, please pause for time so that this point of time can continue.
Please give me more time.
I stood at the free throw line and pushed the ball over the basket.
Today is the last day of summer vacation.
In the end, I feel really happy to have such contact with basketball.
The ball I threw went into the hoop in the wind.