Journal entry of an avid sports hater

Well sports are a waste of time and an unnecessary burden on the whole community. look at my college for instance. If there's a football match then everyone is expected to go and support their class or they are told that they dont have class spirit and stuff like that. Of course there is respite when it rains and games are called off although Im not particularly fond of the rain either. sports and rain. Which could I hate more? While one gets you all wet and shivering, the other gets you sweaty and tired. And the world is so full of rain and sport lovers.
Frankly speaking, I avoid both rain and sports if I can help it which I most often can. You know, the will of steel logic would probarbly apply here. Anyway the reason I'm writing today is that i made an exception to both these unwritten rules. The reason is not something out of the blue as one would expect. It was a simple conspiracy of circumstances.
After my evening cup of coffee, I was walking back to the library to get some work done and marvelling at the fact that the rare day on which I sit down to work always has to be one with good weather. I was passing by the field and ineveitably saw both teems gearing up to be what was much touted as a power packed game. In fact many of my class mates and seniors were already seated on the steps and discussing who should win and why. This was the final match of the intra collegiate series and I suddenly remembered that our class had reached the finals. 'Hmm...It'll be nice if we win,'I said aloud. My friend who had accompanied me for coffee coaxed me to go watch it. Since she was so insistent and also since my interest was a little kindled i began to waver.
'Maybe I could go watch this match for a change.'
'Ah! I see this is the demise of the great sports hater. Ofcourse not everyone is born with a strong will there days.'
'No of course i have a strong will. Its just that this match might actually be interesting. and who's going to satay till the finish anyway?"
You know how you grapple with yourself many a time when that infamous phantom called fickle mindedness possesses you. It is not very pleasent to say the least.
To cut a long story short, I was sitting on one of the front seats and waiting for the match to begin alongside everyone else like a common sports lover. Well, there are always exceptions, i decided. And then it happened. All of a sudden. Out of the blue. Rain. Mere droplets, though they were, I began to panic. I had two options open before me. Either brave the rain drops and run back to safeto and comfort. Or stay here till the rain stops and be forced to watch the whole game whether i liked it or not. A smart reader will be wondering by now how the game would go on if it was raining. Well, let me tell you Sir, that smart as you may be these are hard core sports lovers we are discussing. they dont let something as silly as rain to deter them. Also, it is here that one has to draw the line between the much nicer game of cricket and football. while in cricket, the gentleman's game, they will abandon matches when it rains or when the light is not good, in football, the ruffian's game, they hardly care for these aspects and the game almost never gets abandoned. I have often surmised that since the whole point of football is beating each other up while incidentally kicking a ball or two, rain and bad light can only be used to perpetuate more violence on the field without a foul being called. So it happened that I was stuck in the present quandary.
The match progressed and each time the crowd cheered, I asked someone around the reason for the burst of shouting and volley of applause. i joined in whenever it was to appreciate my class. I also found one player particularly good. It was amazing. The way he would run after kicking the ball and then reach the other end of the field where the ball had bounce off too almost as soon as the ball did. Another kid even kicked with his head. Ok I was told that was usually done in the game. As the game progressed and both teems had scored two goals each, the cheering and booing got thunderous. I joined in of course. I was as upset as the rest of my class mates when the other class supporters booed us. I was as tensed as everyone as to the outcome of the match. It also perhaps helped that I knew the kids outside of the game and hence found it interesting to watch them play. But I think the whole feeling of being part of the crowd histeria and and being in the midst of that palpable tension and excitement was thrilling. It can turn any one into a sports lover and a sports hater into a 'well its quite nice really' type kid. And also there was the rain I was hiding from. The spectators seats were sheltered from the rain. I'm not saying that i would have left midway if it wasnt raining, or anything but just merely laying bare all the facts as a good writer most necessarily should.
( To be continued...)