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Saturday, November 15, 2008 | 10:40 PM
SAS: sore losers. || Back to top

Team DOS had a friendly match today against SAS (Singapore American School). the game was horrible. people like me would rather get all the technical fouls by bashing them up than having a proper game with them (jokin). Being in the team with 7 other members (others couldn't make it for the game), we THRASHED the americans, 90+ to 30+.

My team and i have totally no respect for them. what sore losers they have in the team. "f" words from their mouths when they speak. Centers elbow people like me like crazy. swinging their elbows as i defend them. i was kind of calm then, seeing them so frustrated makes me feel successful in making them angry... i even said "relax" to them. LOL!

next, while i was pressuring one of the whites, he turned around with the ball overhead and elbows facing my face and went straight down. imagine the pain. he didn't even say sorry. there's a bruise on my face, beside my nose now.

This is the worst player on court. the small white fry, who says the "f" word every time he speaks. He poked my eye a little, then i fell, and he literally, purposely like me with his damn leg. i was still calm. i was so kind not to do anything to him, but during the last few seconds when i was taking a shot near the "b" point, while i was in the air, i rammed my right ankle (fractured one) like some soccer ball. That crazy lad, its like killing myself as i play this useless match. whatever i did to him, i'm not gonna say it but didn't beat him. Anyway, he was so small that he was some toddler chasing after a ball.

Those team mates of his were also crazy, really "playing every game like their last" *sarcastic*. The ran so fast and when they leaped off, they bag themselves on the wall. when they fall, they fall like they wanna commit suicide.

This game is so not worth playing. Fortunately, God protected my leg.