Nikulas

Jason Kidd with the Kiss

The Miami HEAT already gave up two minutes before the final buzzer sound. Jason Kidd won a championship ring. I could barely believe it. I walked around the house with a blank mind. I didn’t know what to think. I was not happy, I was not sad, my heart kept on racing, and the world was in searing light. What was that?!

For nine years, I was a loser. Nine years, I rooted for only one team, Jason Kidd’s team. Waiting for a championship was a gruelling task, an exercise of futility because nothing else I could do to help (maybe pray?). I couldn’t control what happens on the court.

Jason Kidd’s teams qualified for the playoffs every year, it was more painful because of this. I had to watch them lose after fighting too hard. I’d wait for half a year for the next season. I watched as many regular season games as I could, only to witness them get eliminated again and again in the playoffs. I was being unfair to myself by personally investing such emotion to a sports figure.

This year, Jason Kidd finally won it all. It was as sensational as sober sex at noon. I could get greedy and wish for more championships. I could torture myself again if I want to. But I’m already drained. I should rest now…until the start of the next season.