wassup wit that?

'so that's the line up for today.
wan, you will be resting for this week...'

last year, every Sunday, for about
three months, those were the words
that beat my ear drums ever so loudly.
after which, the fact that i would play
no part for my team during the game would
slowly yet surely sink in.

not good enough?
not fast enough?
not strong enough?
not big enough?

the same cold feeling went through me last night.
with set dripping from my face onto the
artificial turf i was standing on,
i realized i was being left aside.
left to finish my remaining 2 rounds.
left to lead the cooling down execises.
left to watch from the outside
left to ponder...
as in my mind, the words sank in again...
'wan, you'll be resting...'