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Idea from another thread for a Summer LFW Thread...
Not stuff you hate, stuff you just never had the love for, understood, saw the big commotion about...
Me? Never got The Clash. Ya, I can see the talent. Ya, I can see the coolness. Ya, I know there's a Rangers connection...but...I just don't GET them the way loads of you do. It's like I'm missing a gene!
And also, I never got Ice Cream. Tried it again yesterday. Don't see the fuss.
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
First week of comprehensive I'm playing football in the school fields and a PE teacher suggests to me to get in the gym for the basketball trials. My only experience of basketball up to then was watching the Harlem Globetrotters cartoons on TV five years previously which were fab so I thought yeah why not. A few minutes later I'm in a basketball game. Someone on my team throws me the ball. I then realise I know next to nothing about basketball - the tactics, the rules, the anything. The only reason it was suggested to me was because I tall. All I knew was you had to get the ball through the hoop and that was a goal. So I'm standing there with the ball not knowing what to do - it was a bit like a bad dream - maybe the rules are you can't pass back - or you can't pass back to the player who immediately passed to you. In the Harlem Globetrotters cartoon something zany would happen like a zebra would appear out of nowhere and I'd jump on it, ride up to the basket and score. Meadowlark Lemon would then high five me and we'd eat chocolate cake. There were no zebras in the school gym so standing from the centre of the court I just lobbed the ball at the hoop. It went in. There were whoops. Everyone in the gym applauded. I did barely fcuk all for the rest of the game and as soon as I could I sloped off and rejoined the football match and a proper sport in the fresh air.
So because of one lucky throw I get picked for the school basketball team. I'm the fcuking captain! I looked the part and was somehow blagging it and I thought maybe I'd grow to like it. I didn't. I hated it. Every time I played I wished I was outside playing football instead. I didn't like the squeak sound the shoes make on the polished wooden floor. I didn't like the smell of other people's indoor sweat. And I didn't like there were too many goals. In football scoring a goal is a moment an achievement a celebration. In basketball you score it's just another basket -meh - whatever, there'll be another one in a second. Away games often involved trying to get home from dodgy parts of London in the dark - not a problem playing for the football team as there'd be a bigger mob of you. With basketball for some reason there'd be just two or three of us having to deal with the other school's gang in their territory which generally involved getting a pasting. I officially retired from basketball at the end of that school year. Meadowlark Lemon you lied.
Basketball used to irritate the fck out of me at secondary school. Basically they needed eight sports to run on rotation in an academic year to match up with the half terms, and they needed four of them to be inside because of the lousy weather up north over the winter. so we got football and cricket at the start of the year, tennis and athletics at the end, and that was our outdoor. Loved all of them.
Then our indoors were fcking nonsense like badminton, trampoline, gymnsastics and finally basketball. So for five years at secondary school I was subjected to six weeks of basketball training every year, 30 fcking weeks of the stuff. There's no meaningful professional basketball in this country. There were six top flight, professional rugby league teams within an hour's drive of the school that offered genuine chance of a career in professional sport to local boys, and we didn't pick up a rugby ball in anger to play either code for the entire time we were at the school because they didn't have posts up.
They had basketball hoops though. And a fcking trampoline.
"Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo
Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin' In fac', I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball And I loved that basketball I took that basketball with me everywhere I went That basketball was like a basketball to me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
Cheech And Chong
My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
Not saying I didn't appreciate it, just never got it. The meeting where that got agreed had to have been directly after lunch and all concerned, the next day, were too ashamed of how drunk they were to back down.
'What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it? Now!'
Basketball used to irritate the fck out of me at secondary school. Basically they needed eight sports to run on rotation in an academic year to match up with the half terms, and they needed four of them to be inside because of the lousy weather up north over the winter. so we got football and cricket at the start of the year, tennis and athletics at the end, and that was our outdoor. Loved all of them.
Then our indoors were fcking nonsense like badminton, trampoline, gymnsastics and finally basketball. So for five years at secondary school I was subjected to six weeks of basketball training every year, 30 fcking weeks of the stuff. There's no meaningful professional basketball in this country. There were six top flight, professional rugby league teams within an hour's drive of the school that offered genuine chance of a career in professional sport to local boys, and we didn't pick up a rugby ball in anger to play either code for the entire time we were at the school because they didn't have posts up.
They had basketball hoops though. And a fcking trampoline.
Basketball used to irritate the fck out of me at secondary school. Basically they needed eight sports to run on rotation in an academic year to match up with the half terms, and they needed four of them to be inside because of the lousy weather up north over the winter. so we got football and cricket at the start of the year, tennis and athletics at the end, and that was our outdoor. Loved all of them.
Then our indoors were fcking nonsense like badminton, trampoline, gymnsastics and finally basketball. So for five years at secondary school I was subjected to six weeks of basketball training every year, 30 fcking weeks of the stuff. There's no meaningful professional basketball in this country. There were six top flight, professional rugby league teams within an hour's drive of the school that offered genuine chance of a career in professional sport to local boys, and we didn't pick up a rugby ball in anger to play either code for the entire time we were at the school because they didn't have posts up.
They had basketball hoops though. And a fcking trampoline.
oi I genuinely liked Badminton but hated Basketball as well. The thing we probably had to do most because of the crap weather was... Volleyball. also quite a fun sport but the temptation to volley the sh*t out of the ball is so so great
“The thing about football - the important thing about football - is that it is not just about football.â€
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