Last Friday, I was invited by my tennis buddy to watch him play his singles match in the All Filipino Tennis Association Tennis Tournament. Although I was halfhearted to go because the weather was not good, (windy and a little dusty due to sandstorm three hours ago) I obliged myself to see his game out of pakikisama (similar to: for the sake of friendship).
The game lasted for two hours; my tennis buddy lost the match with scores of 7-2, 4-7, 5-7, all tiebreakers.
We get out of the tennis court at around 11:00 pm. While going to the parking area, he was saying sayang (similar to: I should have won.). Although, he felt sad for losing the game, somehow, I could tell from his face that he was happy about his performance. This was his first time to play singles in a tournament and to stay in the match for two hours was an achievement in itself for a new player like him.
While he seemed to enjoy his feat, I felt bad and remorseful inside because when on the crucial second set tiebreaker, the score at 4 – 5, my buddy called an in shot (about six inches inside his court) as out. His opponent contested the call but my tennis buddy stood firm on his decision. Although I saw it was in, I kept my mouth shut! (Some tournaments here do not have an umpire except for finals game. The standing rule is gentleman’s act of honesty.)
I could understand that at crucial moment like this, some people has the tendency to forget what is right and what is wrong and that dishonesty happens out of sheer desire to win at all cost, desperation, or somewhat similar to Gloria’s lapse of judgment.
What I could not understand is why I kept my mouth shut when I was supposed to open it to speak out the truth; why I was silent when I knew that being so I would compromise my beliefs and my principle of fairness and honesty that I hold dear.
Although my situation at that time was somewhat strange because: I was not an umpire nor a party to the game of two supposedly gentlemen, I was never asked about it, my tennis buddy was the one who called the shot (which I find odd to contradict at that time), I was wondering why my inner self tells me that this does not give me a reason to just keep quiet.
So instead of going home happy because my tennis buddy accomplished something that I was a part of, I was instead very sad. Damn it! This little thing bothered me a lot. I should have known and done better than that! (Am I going crazy?)
Sometimes, people can learn all the skills in the world but the hardest thing to master is doing what is right at times when there is a call for it. At times, one either comes out as a hero, a villain, and a fool or just like me.
Am I normal or ab-ove normal?