For some reason, only events that have to do with sport are finding their way into my consciousness.
This one occurred as we were participating in Amman Al Thanyeh basketball tournament. Our school’s team had Slvador, 6am6am and myself as members. Now, this thingy was taking place in Tla3 al 3ali GYM hall. We were the only partially private school to partake in this tournament. Needless to say that we were easily told apart from the rest of the teams and audience by our looks. So we were already somewhat scrutinized.
Now, in our second game 6am6am was playing as a Center. Someone from our team shoots and misses the basket. So 6am6am jumps up for the rebound and somehow loses his balance midair and falls down. The problem was that, as 6am6am was hitting the ground, ass-down, he let out the most ghastly howl ever! He actually howled in the same way a doleful wolven-damsel faced by an army of green-black robots with really huge antennas and chainsaws for arms would howl.
The crowd responded the same way they’d do if they were watching a strip dance and some major piece of clothing was just removed. Our GYM teacher’s face was falling freely to meet his right palm. I was checking the side door to see if we still had a patent exit out of the place.
Ye, was no end of fun back then.