How many times do a person need to play a sport before he or she considers that game as his/he sport? Does it have to be a daily playing of the sport? Once a week? Once a month? Do a player needs to receive a prize or a medal for winning the game before he or she considers that sport his/her sport? Or do you have to enlist yourself to legit and recognized sport organization so that you can call that sport your sport?
Or do you simply need to know the mechanics of the sport, be a knowledgeable on who are the legends and superstars of that sport and you just have to simply have to be an avid fan of such a sport before you can consider that sport your sport?
If the basis for having a sport is the last question, without any shoes or any gear, then my sport would be tennis. But for other basis or criteria of having a sport, then I can easily say that I don’t have one.
Maybe playing a sport is not in my genes and bloodstream. In the past, every time a soul would ask me what’s my sport, without butting an eyelash and feeling sedimentary, I would simply say “none” then start justifying that sports are only for people who needs to exhibit hatred, vent out ones boastfulness and dispense their sadistic pleasures.
But this is until recently when for the third consecutive year of visiting the bucolic municipality of Baler, I guess I can consider myself of finally having a sport. That would be SURFING! No not windsurfing or kite surfing or internet surfing. Its beach surfing! Yeah! This is my third time on three consecutive years to surf the soft-sanded Sabang Beach of Baler. Would this count?
I have yet to know technical terms of the sport like tubing, windswell, crumbly and pearling, but I’m definitely stoked every time I got to surf. It may only be my third time but I already feel like I’m a Kahuna! Kahuna by the way according to surfers are the wizards and magicians of surfing! Hahaha!
Now ask me. What’s my sport?
You, what’s your sport?
‘Yun nga lang… nakaka-hingal!