Playing ball

Can’t stop replaying the match in the head. A bunch of 40 year old men in red against a young college team exactly half their age also in red. 23-44. It was awesome that we held up so well till the end but sad that we didn’t quite get that rhythm that we are capable of. Even a single full-court match practice before the tournament would have done us a world of good. All said it was simply great to relive the memories of being closely involved in a tournament, but equally hard to accept that age is not on our side. Us, three women, couldn’t be part of the gang on the court but watching from the sidelines did our bit. One in particular behaved like an idiot. Later back home it was hard to go to sleep in the night, didn’t know that we cared so much. I am very curious to see though how our opponents do later in the league especially against the students of our own institute.