When games become a passion...

Playing games and enjoying it, are ways to free yourself from thoughts and daily anxieties, but what if it becomes a passion? When games becomes a weakness it turns out to reach and feel things with emotional background. This Roland-Garros finals evolved out to be a similar humorous and emotional episode at home.

The TV channel was not broadcasting the match for some technical reasons. The women's final was on the same day. Bobs was waiting for this match from morning, saving each and every molecule of his energy to cheer his player. But as luck wouldn't allow, the channel was off air closely before the match started. The situations that followed was comical. The reactions were like a sine wave, not at all on the positive side. He was sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and involving all negative energies he got, kept on pressing the remote control button to see whether his favourite channel is back. My snacks which were usually good, tasted bad for him that day. The tea also went in without much interest. Later he brooded in front of the internet to check the points minute after minute

Now came the day of men's final. Both are players of his favour. Federer and Nadal are playing. I keep getting calls from office asking whether the channel is back. I say "no sweetheart". He comes home early and runs to take his siami (the remote control, his siamese twin). Still looking very optimistic the control buttons are been pressed and then I hear a scream "NO!!!". I'm sure that again my snacks and tea will go down the drain. The evening is going to be dull. I even cursed the person who invented tennis balls. Suddenly an enlightenment gives him a spark to call the cable people. They say "uh oh" and after some nagging finally agrees to broadcast it. I still don't know how he managed it. A ray of hope shines on Bobs face as he presses channel buttons again. "HURRAY!!!, here it is. My channel is back".

The same snacks and tea again taste good as he cuddle in the sofa to see his sports, but this time with yet another confusion. Both are his favourite players but don't know whom to cheer for.