Sunday, August 17, 2008

*Wished I Shared Your Enthusiasm*

“Oi come on lar and support a bit” was the quote uttered to me when I said I was quite disinterested in lending my support for our gold medal hopeful earlier tonight at the Beijing Olympics. This is the criticism I always seem to get despite growing up playing sports for a good 12 years during my student phase of life.

It's not that I'm not patriotic, I'm just practical. Malaysian athletes have a wicked sense of humor really. It's like they huddled around the field and came up with a plan to crush their fellow countrymen. I bet during that huddle they'd go “let's hype things up, win a few things leading up to it. Win in the beginning and just when everyone is behind us, lose”.

It's nice to see my younger nephew's getting into the whole Olympic spirit. They pour their entire heart and soul into supporting our representative's in the Beijing Olympics and to be honest I'm actually quite jealous of them. I wish I shared their burning ambition and dreams about it all but I'm afraid I can't. I just can't bring myself to do it.

Athletes from other countries need not have a million shringgit carrot dangling in front of them to push them to victory or eternal greatness. They just have the burning desire to be known as the greatest of all time. They give it their all to achieve that one goal, to be called a winner. I don't remember reading the US government promising Phelps a million dollars for every gold medal he brought back, do you?

Winners have a quality that except for a select few, most Malaysian athletes do not have. That quality is not the amount of zero's in the bank account (although it certainly helps) but to be the most successful in their own arena on a global stage. They want their names to be synonymous every time the sport that they compete in is mentioned.

To achieve that they would give it their all, mind, body and soul. The single burning ambition to be known as the greatest drives them to compete even when they have riches to last 3 generations of their children. They work hard and when they do it, they celebrate it to make sure that everyone in the world knows about it. Most of the time they walk the walk and not just talk.

Yes I surprised myself and sat myself down in front of the TV to catch some of the action of our last shining hope of gold at the games. Again the same statement that I had mentioned earlier was repeated to me and my response was just the same.

I didn't catch the whole match to be honest although from the sms messages that I got soon after, I wasn't surprised. The recurring theme? “Just as I thought, it always ends like this” to “Waste of my time” to “Hopeless lar” and even the more harsh “Useless bugger”. It seems he went down in a faint whimper.

I bet you were just like them, admit it. Deep down inside you willed him on just like when you were watching Forest Gump go through it all. Your cheers and screams quickly changed to groans of despair and frustration didn't it? So does that make you unpatriotic like what I've been labeled?

I think not. Come and join the practical group instead ;)

Cheers!!! :D