A baseball movie and a baseball boy

Ain't use to express mine through writing much, let alone writing some not about animals. but everything has its first time.

After feeding my snakes in another gloomy rainy dusk i bumped into an ad of a local indie-looking movie. It was the baseball theme that caught i at the very beginning, as i've been in a baseball team since i was a kid. Later on when i heard it's based on the stories by and performed by the Hong Kong Baseball Team players i kept this movie in mind - City Without Baseball (無野之城).

A couple of days later i was naturally being awake in bed at 3 in the morning. Felt like i couldn't get back to sleep any way then i got up and tried to do some relaxing. A mug of soya milk, checking out some my nocturnal fellows like those little gekkis and snakies, petting my black persian princess kaffee the cat, cleaning up the roof, driving out to 7-11, follwed by doing emails.

During surfing the web i searched for the bball movie. I slowly recognized 2 of the actors in the movie which were my teammates many years ago when i was playing for Pandas the first full-chinese baseball team. By then, the league consisted of a number of teams of American, Canadian, Japanese, Korean and some Chinese players. Obviously it recalled a lot of my old memories playing league games every weekend on the grass pitch. It feels like I'm picking up a really old piece of memory i've lost for ages. I remember the first year i joined i wasn't one being any outstanding so i was put to play outfielder. Plays weren't being so busy to some degree that i felt like i was a bit too lazy. I felt like a dispensable appendage of the team but i wasn't unhappy and i did enjoy being one of the team. All my teammates were pretty well-off kids comparing to i by then. That was the first lesson i learnt how possibly people in the same earth would live so differently. They're well-off not only about money, but also about love of a family. Every weekend during our practices and games, and in summer camps, many parents would be there in the pitch gathering with each other and was like a picnic after games. I was happy to share the peaceful fun and became like one of their sons.

A couple years later i got a chance to show more of my pitching skills.. ha.. yea i got it. I became the main pitcher and we won a lot of games. Everyone's making much of i, teammates giving massage in between games, sharing their most valuable toys, parents driving i home every time, everything everyone putting i so high upon a pedestal.. It was the first time in my life i felt like so important. That year our team got first runner up in the league which was the best in the team's history. The sky was bright.

Next year, right elbow injury, and changing family made i quit. I still remember how i cried hiddenly when i told the team i was quitting. A poor little pitcher announced his retirement at his peak. Yea, sounds funny as a boy, but it still hurts. After that I've no longer participated in a team of any sorts.

Back to the movie, by surfing more all I could see were negative comments on the movie. I didn't care and I watched it in Langham Place. Disregarding all the negative comments and vague, umbrageous, touchy messages it tries to express, i think the story went smoothly and the actors were all raw, yes they are supposed to be, which is natural as they're acting themselves in real life. Audiences were making comments pretty loudly while I was watching silently all the way until it showed the real game scenes. Everyone's leaving with smiles or laughters but i was with tears, pretty big ones.

The old days were unique to i, which were typical to em. The days now are typical of i, which are unique to others.