Today the tournament wasn't that great. First off, usually we clean house but we ended up getting a small amount of medals.. maybe only a handful. It kinda sucked. The rings #'s 1&2 were hecked and such. Where most of our fighters fought and lost, I thought it was really sad.
Marco lost his first fight today. Hes always won gold or at least silver. But today was actually one of those days where he lost the other end of the wish bone. He started crying, and that hurt me inside.. like a mirror breaking.. ((I felt like a woman right after that.. wanting to sympathize with him)). I wanted to cry for him so he wouldn't have to.
Eric lost to Nathan. Nathan Kubala. Nathan purposely kicked Eric low in the leg, made him cry... and ensured his victory. When I saw Eric going to shake Paul Kubala's hand, he couldn't walk further than the referee... and Paul walked over to Eric and hugged him. Eric was bawling at that point... right then and there.. I almost cried too... ((but now sitting at my computer it pains me to show this to the general public... as its not my story but it must be shown...)) I am crying here in my room at 11:21 pm on Oct. 15th.
I here, and now feel like a female once again, weak and helpless to change anything.
Paul Kubala is spiteful to my father and now hurts my brother. I want to stop it... Karma will come back and haunt him.. even if it costs my life.
 Celeste_Orchid · Sun Oct 16, 2005 @ 04:27am · 0 Comments |
