Hiya all… This is my first post so I hope you guys get to enjoy it!
My day started quite alright, except for the fact that I did not want to go to the office for obvious reasons and that it was already quite hot. Damn this humid country.
Anyways, me and Peter were scheduled to have a NBA Live 2k7 battle at around 12pm so I was really excited. Our current record is 1-1. I play the Rockets and he plays the Suns. I beat him by a gazillion points in Game 1 that he was forced to quit before the game was over and he beat me by 2 measly points in Game 2, courtesy of a lucky 3 pointer at the buzzer by Raja Bell. You might want to note that down.
Because of that, I was feeling mighty confident about my chances this noon.
Before we go into that match that we had scheduled, I had to battle some traffic jam on my way to his flat. And do I mean big-time traffic! Usually it takes me around 1 hour to reach his flat from mine, but this time was different. The fucking traffic held me up and it took me more than 2 hours to get there! And I had to battle the heat of the sun during those 2 hours which felt more like 2 days in the Sahara.
I arrived at Peter’s house at around 1pm and my work starts at around 2pm. Which means we can only squeeze in 2 games. Well, it was fine with me because I was confident I was gonna win nonetheless.
The first game started out alright, until his team caught fire and kept hitting threes right and left! So yep! You guessed it, I was blown out by 20 by the end of the game!
“That’s not realistic! Not even the real Suns hit those sick shots!” I whined.
“It’s NBA Live you idiot, not NBA TV, what do you expect?” Peter retorted.
I was not gonna let that loss get the best of me, off we went to the next rematch and this time, it was no sweat for me. I had TMac driving and dishing like crazy that this thing was over by the end of the 3rd quarter.
“Do you still want to finish this up? You’re gonna be late.” Peter said towards the end of the game.
“Of course, there’s only 37 secs left. It doesn’t matter if I’m 15 mins late or 15mins and 37 secs late.”
By the end of the game, we shook hands, told each other we both had nice games, and pledged to play again in the coming future.
“Next time, I’m gonna beat your ass you won’t be able to recognize it.” Inner Adrian said.
“Oooh, I hope there won’t be a next time.” Inner Peter said.
I’m already marking my calendar right now. Next time’s gonna be a blast!
