“They refuse to die!”
May 24, 2011 Leave a comment
I deeply believe in ALFs*. And in true champions. “What in the name of God do these two things have in common?”, you ask. Simple.
I believe we’re not alone in the universe. Hence, it’s a matter of time until a more advanced civilization stops by to say “hey, hi, hello, we’re here to learn your culture”. I’m also pretty sure they will love sports, of course, who doesn’t?
The ALFs – and forget about the movies, because their shape will be completely different from what we have in mind – will stare with glee at the walls and halls, filled with frames of champions, all of them, but the tennis champions will drag their eyes, that’s for sure.
I hope to be their voluntary guide the day it happens. Because when they ask, at the same time they write down some notes on a little notebook, why those are different, I already know the answer.
“They refuse to die”, I will say. They’re like superheroes. They just don’t let it go, never. They may have blown a chance to make the match way easier, but that’s not a concern. Their opponent may have flicked the switch that specific day, though no-one would bet a half-penny on him. It may not be their day, but they don’t care.
They just refuse to die. For the true champions, it doesn’t matter how much the battle lasts, as long as they win. It doesn’t matter how bad they’re beaten, if they’re two sets down playing on their backyard court against a complete underdog. It just… doesn’t matter. They will find a way.
Because that’s their job, right? Being champions? Finding a way out of trouble, surviving a close one, killing the dreaming opponent’s dreams? And then get ready to rock in the next round? Yes, this is their job. And they do it with an ear-to-ear smile printed on their faces. Because a trophy is always a trophy. You can’t just deny them. Each one is special for them, their offspring, and unless you stab them and tear them from inside, they will keep fighting until the end.
Because they will refuse to die. If you, the challenger, wants to spray the champagne, you must be perfect. And kill your foe on the court. That’s all tennis. That’s why they’re different.
“Uh, ok”, they will answer, confused, without understanding a single thing of how that game works. How could they? No such fascinating sport as tennis in the cold planet where they came from.
What a sad planet it must be.
*ALF: Alien Life Form