Smitten with the game though bitten by it, I made the same mistake. Idiom “Once bitten twice shy” did not bother me. Twice bitten and no more shying…it’s a big “No-No” from now on for me.
First, when I had the medial meniscus tear coupled with ligament tear, I was bitten once by the lovely game of cricket. Yet, I felt I need not shy from it…continued to play it as best as I could do justice to it from the team’s perspective. Affliction on the left leg never inflicted my passion towards the game.
Deterrent to this passion was the blow I received on Sunday (21/09/08) on my right hand which left my thumb crumbling into 3 pieces. This phalanx fracture left me reeling on the ground. To err and err again is not humane and I think I am yet to become one. Thanks to the impudence I had while attempting a catch on Saturday (a dolly of a catch I dropped), inspiring me to a diving effort and thereby adding to the list of the injuries I had taken pursuing this sport. To me I played to the best of ability and limiting to the restrictions awarded to me by this sport. The latest as said, are five screws and 8 stitches…the former staying with me and the latter would cease to live with me say in another 10 days. Though not a professional in this, I deemed to have played it like one. Renouncing and repudiating this could be one’s interest and I am not going to deny their fundamental rights. Every time I am to leave a country and enter another, I would be branded and accorded special treatment for there is titanium in my body and the metal detectors in the airports are going to laugh me into trouble.
No more cricket is what I have decided; be it of any stature.
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