Sunday, April 25, 2004

"..This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places,
hidden places..."
That was the quote I was talking about. During that scene they talk about how difficult it is to even access these doors, that it takes a lot of effort to accomplish such a simple thing as opening a door.

In your life you'll come across many doors, some you will be able to open quite easily and others you will have to work at to reach and step through. Maybe you will have found a door by accident. Or you will have searched for a long time and wonder if you're ready for what's on the other side....


But I'm much better at being silly, so I'll leave the deeper philosophical issues to those who can actually handle them =^_^=

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Sports
I've never played a sport 'professionally' because I hate taking what could be a relaxing recreational thing, and see it turned into seriously stressed out competition. All the fun is just drained out of it when you freak out over whether you win or lose a game. Otherwise I would've loved to play volleyball, it was the only sport I attended during the last year of PE in school (so basically I attended 3-4 classes in one year) *giggles*

There was a summer when I did 'soccer camp'. It sounds flashy, but all I did was cross the road to the towns soccer field *lol* It was fun though, since we were taught all the basics and how to actually play the game (instead of just being given a ball and kick on it, heh). And it was kept at a fairly lose pace, meaning most people concentrated on having a good time and getting better acquainted with the sport.


As for watching and following sports, I started doing that to get a chance to spend some time with my dad. I'd sit down and watch whatever game was on telly with him. During one World Cup (soccer), I bought this sticker album. Dad helped me get stickers and we'd fill in the scores together. When I got a little older I'd go to ice-hockey games with him and my older sister, who was rather fanatic about her favourite team, hehe.

But I've never really applied myself to follow any sport properly, over many years. I tend to slip in to different sports and follow them more or less enthusiastically for a shorter period of time and then move on to the next one. Or leave it completely *lol*
Last summer I followed the Swimming in Barcelona pretty intensively. I'm usually not very patriotic about my country's teams, which was probably for the best. Sweden didn't do very well, haha. The Australian and American teams were much more interesting to follow... at least the men's team...


The only time I really root for Sweden is in Handball. Now there's a sport that I can follow easily. It's fast paced and the periods are short enough to keep my drifting attention span *lol*
Also, Sweden's team captain is one funny fella and the team has some really great players. Though some are getting a bit old and will probably quit (or have quit). Seeing them gone will be weird at first, but there are plenty of younger talents ready to jump in, which I noticed when I caught a game yesterday.

It was the finals of 'Challenge Cup' (a European tournament), between a local Swedish team and a local French team. I missed most of the first period, but the second one was gold. Top quality with beautiful goals/saves/passes, contained adrenaline and not to mention that the Swedes were ripping up the French pretty badly in the second half-time, hehehehe. The French were good, but they were kind of foul most of the time (they kept shoving their hands in people's faces, among other things). I know that you have to be a bit rough to play the game sometimes, but I'd rather see a team win on skills and finesse *nods*



There's a game on Tuesday, not far from where I live, with the team that won. I'm thinking about going ~_^

.... I really had no idea I was into sports as much as I am, haha ....

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I couldn't find any decent pictures, so here's a short clip on how it looks.

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